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Post by Erin Caulfield on Oct 6, 2014 17:39:51 GMT -5
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Kouji's speech was overwhelming. Erin was overcome not only because of its contents, but also due to its sheer length: she was not at all used to conversations like this one, outside of her fields of expertise, which is to say, most obscure matters of science, business, and literature. She was furthermore surprised to find that heat had again risen to her cheeks sometime over the span of the last few minutes of her exchange with this man. Appalled at the possibility of stuttering, she wanted to make sure to close her mouth tightly until she had ordered her ideas, which as usual came and went as quickly and abruptly as rapid fire.
Erin brought the tips of her fingers to her pursed lips. "Are you saying you've been treating be pleasantly only for the sake of your business, Mr. Sakuraba?" she asked, partly teasing and partly serious. The truth was, Erin did not think of the world as such a rose-coloured place. What's more, she was stranged at Kouji's optimistic conception of the stock market. She had spent two whole years trading stocks on the foreign exchange market, and never once had she thought of allying herself with others for a bigger profit. The natural thought that arises from such a clash of ideas—of axioms—would be an attempt to reach a happy medium of understanding between the two parts. This young lady in particular, however, would not be happy with that mediocre a method.
"I must admit, Kouji, that I am quite experienced with stock markets, and have unfortunately never encountered any alliances in my short but immersive career. I—I apologise if this goes beyond your initial intentions with that metaphor, but I thought it would be important to point out that building alliances is not the only way to trade." Her eyes may have twinkled in excitement when he tried to establish a metaphorical connexion between breeding and stock markets, true, but that did not stop her desire for academic precision from bordering relentlessness. If anything, it only prompted her to try to clarify this point to the man whose company she was starting to appreciate. "I do hope you understand I was in need of specifying that soupçon."
Erin blushed, embarrassed at her own pretentious harangue. She hurried to move back on to the topic that they were actually supposed to be discussing. "If... If your family is as laidback as you claim them to be, why do you reserve formalities for when you're in front of them?" she asked. So much for not stuttering. At least she was beginning to get accustomed to his first name now, after repeating it so many times. She would still have to work on that unnecessary emphasis she put on it every time, though.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Oct 9, 2014 9:32:51 GMT -5
Oops, maybe I did go on for a long wind there. Got to learn how to keep myself from shooting off too often, he thought as he arranged his features into something that resembled actual puzzlement. Who knew that his and her own interpretation of being “traders”, regardless of the fields they were involved in, were different as sun and rain? He then nodded, taking what she said to heart—it was true, with every good thing, there would always be a downside, no matter what it was. “Well, the formalities are only if they’re real mad. Thankfully, I haven’t seen my mother angry yet. My dad, however… that’s another story. He’s a Sailor, so you know how they are. They tend to go off on a mad rage if their tempers get too high… and I have yet to see him explode like a volcano. When we go all formal and such,” he broke off, shivering at the mental image that had somehow forced its way into his head, “…that sort of calms them down and makes them remember where they are. They’re not the kind to get mad easily, but yeah, best not to anger them at all…”
Now that the little exchange was over, he then scoured his mind, trying to see if he’d skipped over something. Before he forgot, he then asked, “Well—is there anything you might need my help with? How to raise them, what to feed them, anything that might involve me or my services in the near, foreseeable future…?” while rummaging around, looking for some of the spare calling cards he’d asked his assistant to print out for him whenever cases like this came up. normally, people just dropped by his Ranch in order to be able to get their stuff bred for them; but having client meetings outside of the Ranch actually dictated for something a bit more formal, and his hand was still rummaging around as he then found what he was looking for in his jacket—and pulled out one of them. “Here—my calling card, if in case you might need to contact me again,” he said, offering it, face-up, to Erin.
Post by Erin Caulfield on Oct 9, 2014 13:30:42 GMT -5
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The young lady only nodded at Kouji's explanation. She had been rather curious about his family customs, but when it came to replying with comforting words she was at a complete loss. When in doubt, it was better not to risk any inopportune moves. Commentaries, in this case. Erin may have disregarded this life motto without realising it when she interrupted Kouji moments ago, but she was less inclined to do that again. Erin did not consider herself an expert at risk management for nothing, and she did not want to lose that title.
"Oh." She had forgotten all about the birds she had come here for in the first place, come their fascinating exchange. Kouji mentioned food, at which the girl's mimd blanked for a moment. Food. Of course they had to be fed until they returned to Castelia. Erin just hoped it would not have to be with what she feared they ate, as birds of prey, and she doubted they would be allowed inside any restaurants with her. "Actually, yes, there is something I would like to know about their feeding patterns. I hope they don't eat raw meat in its decomposition stages, because I certainly do not know where to purchase that." Nor did she want to, really.
Erin held out the hand that had been, up til then, guarding her handbag, and reached for the business card that Kouji was offering her. "Thank you, sir. Pardon me, I mean, Kouji. I will keep you in mind if I am ever in need of your services again." Erin would have pointed out that he was the only breeder she knew, at any rate, but decided otherwise. That surely would have been a rude thing to say. Besides, she had already decided that Kouji was a sensible, agreeable man whose only blunder had been to admit his true motives during a transaction.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Oct 12, 2014 7:51:02 GMT -5
“Oh, don’t worry. If there’s one thing I’ve taught them while they were under my care—it’s not to eat anything that looks suspicious. They mostly thrive on black sunflower seeds; mixed in with some white millet and corn kernels—dry, of course, not popped—because you may know that some bird species are smart enough to know how to shell them seeds and eat the contents,” he said with a nod, answering the question and reassuring her that there was nothing to worry about. “Moreso with the six Murkrow. I’ve left a plate full of black sunflower seeds out for them, and when I checked back the next day, all I got was a pile of shells… they’re quite the voracious eaters.”
He then remembered something else, and then reached into another pocket of his jacket—and then pulled out another white calling card—this one had a different number listed; but it was one of his best suppliers that stocked majority of the ranches in Unova. “Here’s another number, that one’s for my Ranch food supplier. He’s the one who gives me the bird feed and other things. If you give them a call, tell them that Kouji gave you their number. They’ll deliver anywhere within the region, plus if you need other food supplies for any other Pokémon in your care, they have it. Cheapest prices too, on the market,” he added, stacking it atop his own card. “Their ingredients are a hundred percent guaranteed fresh and no added preservatives… because you know how added things can make any living being unhealthy,” he added, remembering that little tidbit.
“Well, just give me a call if you need any help with the Murkrow if ever something comes up,” he said with a bit of a flourish, before facing he and giving her a bow—something he’d picked up from his own benefactor on their few meetings that they had way back then. “Hope to do more business with you in the future!” he added, turning around exactly a hundred and eighty degrees before heading back to his Ranch, raising an arm in farewell.
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