[ More squinting. Is she a familiar? A higher power entity? Maybe even a goddess herself? Experienced (or desensitized) as he is to these fantastical Bakerstreet-prompted circumstances, Kaito's imagination runs a little wild before he pulls himself together. ]
I see. Normally I'd say that I don't take students, but my night job causes me to take on a number of occupations at any given time, so. In short, sure. I can teach you. Let's meet in... Thirty minutes, if that's not too soon?
[ Japan's summers are a real scorcher, even at dusk. Yet in front of the address Kaito mentioned, the empath casually stands in the middle of a small street decked out in layers and layers of thick black fabric.
The building he's loitering in front of has a large neon sign of a bowl full of lobsters with crowns snapping their claws. The text in glaring white at the bottom reads: 👑 SEAFOOD KING 👑
Nice.
It's a little strange, though. Despite the other venues on this street bustling with activity and having lines going out the door, this one almost looks like it's closed with how empty it is. ]
Nah, that's perfect! I'll see you then! [and she ends the call and puts the communication devise away without bothering to tell him that she isn't looking for a teacher for herself. She wants to see how he is in person before she decides on anything further down the line.]
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Ah, there you are!
[Tomoe has switched from the skimpy clothes she'd been wearing before into her preferred outfit: dark hakama, decent but artfully patterned hakamashita, her trusty red scarf and a pair of swords at her side. In these clothes she isn't showing any skin besides her face and her hands, but it's cool and extra-comfy, which more than makes up for it in her mind.
She ignores the looks she's attracting as she saunters out of a back alley that should have been a dead end and looks around excitedly.]
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Contract partner, huh.
[ More squinting. Is she a familiar? A higher power entity? Maybe even a goddess herself? Experienced (or desensitized) as he is to these fantastical
Bakerstreet-promptedcircumstances, Kaito's imagination runs a little wild before he pulls himself together. ]I see.
Normally I'd say that I don't take students, but my night job causes me to take on a number of occupations at any given time, so.
In short, sure. I can teach you.
Let's meet in... Thirty minutes, if that's not too soon?
[ Japan's summers are a real scorcher, even at dusk. Yet in front of the address Kaito mentioned, the empath casually stands in the middle of a small street decked out in layers and layers of thick black fabric.
The building he's loitering in front of has a large neon sign of a bowl full of lobsters with crowns snapping their claws. The text in glaring white at the bottom reads:
👑 SEAFOOD KING 👑
Nice.
It's a little strange, though. Despite the other venues on this street bustling with activity and having lines going out the door, this one almost looks like it's closed with how empty it is. ]
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Ah, there you are!
[Tomoe has switched from the skimpy clothes she'd been wearing before into her preferred outfit: dark hakama, decent but artfully patterned hakamashita, her trusty red scarf and a pair of swords at her side. In these clothes she isn't showing any skin besides her face and her hands, but it's cool and extra-comfy, which more than makes up for it in her mind.
She ignores the looks she's attracting as she saunters out of a back alley that should have been a dead end and looks around excitedly.]
Is this the place you wanted to show me?