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[RL Blind Date with Issun: Backdated to Friday]

[Cinderella was pissed. She was in the middle of a mission, and had made arrangements for the evening in London, to further support her cover and now she had been plucked from her hotel room and brought here. The restaurant at least looked familiar, and looking out the window, she could see that she was in Paris at least. That was a bit of plus but still...]

What the Hell is going on?

[At least she was dressed for the occasion, whatever it is.]

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[he's...also in a suit, and he's not happy about it. The loose fitting yukaka serve him better. The tight shoes don't help much either. He has a frown on his face when he first realizes he's been taken away from his world, but as soon as he sees someone else--someone who also does not know what has happened-- he brightens.] Dunno, 'Nee-san. But you sure look nice.

[wherever they were, it wouldn't do well to have a pretty lady angry]

[She turned to young man speaking to her and signed. She recognized him from the community so that could mean...]

Thanks. I take it the community decided that we needed to get out more?

My name's Issun. [He brushes a loose strand of dark hair off his shoulder, thinking over her question.] ...Must be. [because he certainly does not know anything about Valentine's Day. Looking out the window, he notices this must be in the future.] Do you know this place?

I'm Cinderella. And from the looks of it, a very high end place in Paris, France. Now the question is why are we here?

[And then a host approached them and gave a respectful bow.] Your table is ready. This way please.

[he's about to reply, to ask more questions about this place called 'Paris'-- but then the host interrupts. Food? Free food? Issun follows the host to their table, as if in a trance.] Heeeh, now we're talkin'!

[She shakes her head some and starts to follow. Figures, mention food to a man and that is all he'll think about.] At least we'll get something out of this.

[her thoughts are exactly right. Issun sits down, noting all the ~shiny~ platters and crystals. it's so flamboyant, so different from the simple refinement in beauty his own world is known for. before them meals are already prepared underneath silver covers. the waiter waits for both of them to sit before revealing the tonight's cuisine.

...and then Issun realizes there are no chopsticks. only multiple forks and knives and spoons. do people really need all this silverware for one meal? his expression falls. he could just eat with his hands but-- there's a lady present.] Ah, you go ahead.

[Luckily for Issun, Cindy is pretty used to such fancy dinners. She picks up the fork and then looks over to him, sensing his dilemma.] Start from the outside and work your way in, if you're wondering which fork to use.

[this is so overwhelming!!! gingerly, he picks up one utensil. of course he holds it the wrong way at first, but then observing how Cindy holds it...he corrects himself.] They make this more complicated than it needs to be.

Most people who haven't been to a place like this, think that way. [She did take notice on how he first started holding his fork and smiles some.] I take it you're from a place that normally doesn't use silverware?

You got that right, 'Nee-san. [He stabs the fork into the salad. A tomato goes flying. Oops.] Ahahah...[he tries again, this time more softly.] Not silver. Bamboo, mostly. Ivory if you got the money. [would he call it bambooware?]

Chopsticks huh? I've used those a few times. Took me a while to get used to them.

[He changes his strategy with the fork, making it act more like a shovel than a piercing, er, weapon.] Guess it's the same for me with...whatever these are called.

They're called forks. [She replies smiling a bit amused before pointing to the other utensils] And that's a knife and that one over there is a spoon.

[He looks at all of the utensils as she names them, his smile brightening.] And all three are equally important to use while eating?!

[ u n b e l i e v a b l e ] Cinderella-chan, you're so knowledgeable!

[She has to laugh a little at his reaction.] You can call me Cindy if you want. I know Cinderella can be a mouth full at times.

[She takes a sip of wine.] Since we've covered my knowledge on western dinning utensils, how about you tell me a bit about yourself, Issun.

[ he pauses again, thinking for a moment. what to say, what to say? pfft-- like it was that hard to talk about himself. ] I'm an artist. [ he sounds very, very proud of this fact. but dressed as he is now, he could be mistaken for a well known mangaka ] You won't find any painting better than my own.

[and he tilts his head, suddenly looking at her curiously. after a moment or two, he leans back in his chair. ] Oi, oi-- has anyone drawn your portrait?

[ because it would be a shame if nobody has. to him, any sort of beauty--people, mountains, birds-- should be immortalized with the paintbrush. ]

Hm? Not since the invention to the camera. [It has been a long time since she sat still to let some one do her portrait in the traditional way.] Is that an offer to do mine?

[ he leans forward, and his voice lowers, as if mimicking a whisper ] I'd never joke about painting. [ and then he leans back ] You won't find a better painter than me.

[ oops, there goes his ego ]

[She laughs some at his self boosting of his ego.] Well, I have to see it to believe it, sweetie.

Oi, you're talking to the guy who made Kefka look good in a painting. [if Cindy has met that clown at all]

Kefka? You mean the clown with the tacky taste in clothes and jewelry? [Well color her impressed.] You have to be some kind of god of painting if you manage to pull that off.

Yeah, that's the one! [ he beams ] It took a while, but the painting turned out great.

[ no going to mention that Kefka had to be in drag to make it look good ]

[She smiles at that.] I could only imagine. I might have to get you to do my portrait if you made him look good.

Your portrait would practically shine, I'd bet. [and he take another bit of the food on his plate. it's more that basic compliments; there's a certain methodology to the way he speaks about painting] I'd have to find the right grade of paints to do you justice.

You're flattering me too much, Issun. [Not that she was going to stop him. It's nice having your ego being stroked every now and then.]

Heeeh, no way! I really mean it!

You're really sweet.

I'm honest, yeah. [ c-come on! he just wants to draw your portrait! ]

[She smiles again and then nods.] Alright. When would be a good time for you to do my portrait?

Whenever you have the time. [ he shrugs ] I'm sure you're a pretty busy lady.

I'm not going to deny that. I was in the middle of a business trip when I got pulled here.

...Eh? You're not going to be fired because of this community, are you? I mean, for being late to your job.

[She laughs a little.] Not unless I fire myself. I own my own business.

What is it that you do?

I own a high fashion shoe store called the Glass Slipper. I need to keep on top of the latest trends, so I travel a lot.

Ha, I hope you design 'em to be comfortable.

[BECAUSE GUESS WHO REALLY WANTS TO KICK OFF HIS SHOES RIGHT NOW? Dress shoes are the most uncomfortable.]

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