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hattie

The Flowers of Robert Mapplethorpe

Who: Frau and Hattie
When: Valentine's Day, Noon
Where: Frau's Apartment then to the city
Summary: After an annoying day of 'work', Hattie goes to blow off some steam.
Warnings: None yet, if you know what I mean. AND I THINK YOU DO.

Hattie had a rather aggravating morning; she had spent so much time envying Ella for getting to work for Byakuya, and when the opportunity showed itself for her to step in, it had to be one of the most unsatisfying experiences she had ever gone through. She left the university in a sour mood, and took a ride toward the mall- But then an idea struck her, why go by herself when she had perfectly fine resources to access?

Should she call Larry? Not a -bad- idea, but that wouldn't do today.
Keigo? Not him either, that'd be -too- good a deed on her end.
Frau? Yes, he'd be the perfect person to be seen hanging around with on Valentine's Day! And, knowing him, he was at home doing nothing. Terrible.

And so she had the driver head off to his apartment without even calling. Hattie didn't bother to change, so once the car arrives, she's tromping up the stairs, in black slacks and white blouse under her winter coat, then knocks hard on his door.

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Hattie had been right. Frau was at home doing nothing. At least he had been after he'd woken up. With working the late shift the night before (or that morning technically), he'd gone out to hunt. The trip had stretched almost until morning sirens, at which point Frau had headed for home.

And promptly fallen asleep.

Which was why when Hattie knocked on his door, Frau was still a little bit groggy. Plus, he was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. Not that that seemed to bother him, since he'd just gone to open the door anyway.

"Hm?"

Oh my. Well that was certainly a nice sight for Hattie. Not very fashionable, yes, but nice all the same! The famale was standing there with her arms crossed when the door was opened, looking annoyed at first, but it softens up.

"It's noon. Get dressed, Frau. May I come in?" If he doesn't get in her way, she'd brush her way inside like she owned the place, looking around for a place to sit. "You wouldn't -believe- the day that I've had it was dreadful, simply dreadful! Let it be known the Kuchiki Byakuya is a slave driver! I need to do something. No, actually -we- need to do something. Let's go out and have lunch."

Edited ([Wrong RP-style]) 2012-02-19 23:09 (UTC)

The last person Frau had expected to find at his door was Hattie. Not that it wasn't a pleasant surprise. He would never turn away the sudden arrival of a beautiful woman at his doorway. It would go against who he was.

As she made her way into his apartment though it took him a few moments to sift through everything she said and actually make sense of it. He shook his head, smiling slightly in amusement as he closed the door behind her.

"You expected anything else?"

Frau didn't know Byakuya well, but he'd figured him to be rather strict and to the point already. Not bothering to really wait for an answer, he headed toward his room to find a more suitable outfit for their lunch adventure.

Hattie thought about Frau's question for a moment. She thought for a good thirty seconds, trying to reason out why she did it in the first place- It was because she was jealous of Ella working with such a handsome man. She never did consider the way she'd be treated- And yet Frau made it sound so obvious that she blushed a little, "I.. Well, I sort of did. But I didn't expect so much on my first -day-."

Hattie had no problem talking even as Frau shambled off; she helped herself to a seat then crossed one leg over the other. As she looked around she seemed disappointed that there didn't seem to be more weapons laying around, "Hmn, you said that you're a Bouncer, didn't you? Do you fight with martial arts?"

Frau chuckled softly to himself. Of course Hattie wouldn't have thought of that little detail. She didn't strike him as the type of person who would really think things through before doing them. At least not thinking through how another person would react. Which, if he thought about it, was probably a good thing for him. She wouldn't be likely to pick up on subtitles about him and put them together.

When he returned to the living room again, he wasn't dressed in his usual black pants, boots, and long black coat. He'd worn them only a short time ago for work. Instead, he'd gone with a more relaxed look. Or at least what anyone else would consider relaxed. Frau personally felt comfortable in his usual attire.

"Yes. I can throw a good punch if I need to, but I don't usually bother."

Hattie looked Frau over the moment he stepped out, and gave him an appraising look. Well, it wasn't -bad-, but it wasn't exactly the look she'd have expected for a day like today. On the other hand, she was the one looking like an office lady, so did she really have room to complain?

Of course she did! But she wouldn't.

"You look nice," she replies, while plotting to get him into a nicer shirt later on. She got to her feet and set her hands on her hips, "It's rather cold out; I hope you have a heavy jacket." She remembers when he literally froze, but doesn't bring it up yet. "You don't bother? Ah, why is that? Do you make them flee with a steel gaze?"

Frau grabbed the winter coat he'd been forced to buy and quickly switched out the heat packs. It wasn't all that cold out, so he wouldn't need all of them at least. When he was done, he pulled the coat on and buttoned it up before leading Hattie toward the door. He held it open for her and motioned her out before answering her other questions.

"Sometimes that works, but if it doesn't I have my zaiphon. That usually gets the job done."

And if it didn't, there was always the scythe, though Frau preferred not to even bring it out if he didn't have to. He could only use it as a threat against humans. To actually wield it would be destruction.

Such a gentleman! "Thank you," Hattie replies to the door gesture and steps out, waits for him to lock up, then heads downstairs, "I have a ride waiting downstairs, I figure we could head to the Underground Mall." She presumes that will be the most populated area today.

As she continues on, however, she realizes she has no idea what Frau was referring to! ".. What in heavens is a 'zaiphon'? Sounds like some sort of.. I don't know, a spell I suppose."

Frau shrugged, not particularly caring where they went. If he picked and Hattie didn't like it, he had a feeling they would end up where she wanted to go anyway. Might as well just do that from the start.

"I guess you could say that. It's what a lot of people here have described it as. A spell or magic or something similar. Really it's just a physical manifestation of life and feelings."

He held his hand out, forming zaiphon easily and allowing it to circle lightly around his hand for a moment or two so she would get the idea.

"A manifestation? Like when gardens are overrun with locusts?" she asks, completely puzzled, "I don't really get it at all, but it sounds interesting!"

It didn't just sound interesting, it -looked- interesting as well. She jumped in surprise upon seeing the demonstration, but then laughed in delight, "That is -amazing-! So you hit people with it if you have to? That sounds a lot more convenient than martial arts- Am I capable of doing something like that?"

Hattie led the way, and outside a cab was waiting. Since she didn't have a car, it was her replacement. Who knows how long it was waiting, and the female blonde didn't seem to particularly care, she opening the door to seat herself, then says to the driver, "The Underground Mall, please."

"If I need to," Frau confirmed. Usually just his physical presence solved most of the issues at work. If they didn't, a good kick in the ass followed by a toss out the door did. Zaiphon was rarely necessary.

He slipped into the cab beside her, rather curious about where she was planning on taking him. He didn't know her well enough yet to have any good guesses. So, instead of focusing on that, he turned to the zaiphon questions again.

"It's possible, but not likely. Not everyone where I'm from is able to use it. I'd guess it would be even less likely for someone not from my world to be able to use it."

"Impressive," Hattie replied; it was clear that she was quite comfortable with her current situation- it might leave one to wonder what would have happened if he said 'no'. If anything, it doesn't seem she likes to take 'no' for an answer.

One day. One day.

Hattie grunted in annoyance, "Rats. I don't know if you know of Nelliel; she's quite a sweetie, but her training regime for self-defense is just horrid. Where I come from we don't need anything like that we have Princes and Knights and, if we're really desperate, farmers. It'd be so much easier to just blast someone than to actually hit them; could you imagine if I broke a nail?" she shuddered at the very thought.

"Are women fighters where you come from?"

Frau openly laughed at that, far too amused to even try to hide it. Hattie was worried about breaking a nail... which is why she wanted to use zaiphon. It was ridiculous. He couldn't picture her fighting anything besides salesmen. There was just no way he could see her using zaiphon. It wouldn't be possible. While her personality did resemble Lance's a little bit, Frau knew that the other bishop at least had some good reasons buried deep under his massively inflated ego.

"Yes, though not in the church. The nuns don't fight."

Hattie didn't really understand what was so funny, but it was the first time she'd seen him laugh out loud so it ended up bringing a smile to her lips regardless- Who was she to ruin such an amusing moment? "Nuns? Doesn't sound like something that'd be suitable for someone like myself," she ponders aloud while playing with a lock of her hair.

From that point on, she proceeded to complain about her day at work. Apparently Ella had gotten ill so Hattie stood in to work for her. Byakuya had gotten a ton of valentines from students, then recieved a giant bear. She then explained about how she had to work with books in a language she didn't understand, had to make lunches, prepare classrooms and, worst of all, take out the trash. The tale pretty much cements that the female blonde is a bit on the spoiled side. Just a bit.

Finally the cab stops at the Underground Mall. She pays the fare, and once Frau is at her side again, she asks, "What do you like to eat? Are you interested in sushi at all?"

Frau had seen Byakuya's valentines, so hearing it told from Hattie's point of view only brought another smile to his face. How could he forget that bear? He'd seen it toward the end of their discussion over their NVs.

When they slid out of the car, Frau took a quick look around. He had been in the Underground Mall a few times, but he wasn't completely familiar with the place. It wasn't like he'd ever needed much, and the one thing he really wanted wasn't something he could buy here.

"I'm up for anything. Sushi is fish right?"

He'd never heard the word before, but if he remembered right he'd seen a sign that said sushi with a fish drawn underneath.

And Hattie knew the place like the back of her hand. She shivered a little after feeling the cool air again then smirked to Frau, ".. Pretty close, actually, the kind I eat is typically seafood and rice. There are a couple of decent places here, so let's go this way."

She took Frau by the arm and tried to drag him along again, otherwise she simply took the lead going inside. As she suspected, the mall was very busy; especially at the candy carts and restaurants. There were couples all over the place, though some of the ladies shot Hattie a dirty look when she gave them a rather smug, snooty smirk.

She ended up stopping in front of an arcade window; inside were plenty. -Plenty- of flashing lights and brightly lit screens. Normally she ignored the place since it was confusing.. But today she felt daring. "Have you been to one of these places before?"

Frau was partially oblivious to Hattie's apparent over enjoyment of being seen with him. Like usual, Frau was shooting every pretty girl nearby a brilliant smile. For him it was just habit to flirt with everyone around who deserved it. There was no reason to be jealous.

When Hattie pulled his attention away from the other women to look at the arcade, Frau was rather confused. He'd never seen anything like it before.

"No."

And Hattie was too busy being smug to notice Frau giving flirty looks; though she did give occassional confused looks when a few would giggle in return.

.. Weird.

But back to the arcade window, Hattie continued to stare for a moment, but didn't quite get it herself, "Me either. I wish I could understand why everything's blinking; I had to admit it is a rather eyecatching.. We can check that out later I suppose."

And so Frau was dragged onward again, and Hattie paused to look at shoes in a window.

After that, they made a detour into a Men's store that, for the most part, was pretty empty. "You know, Frau, I've been wondering.. What is your dream girl like?" Just, bam, out of the blue.

"Buxom and beautiful," Frau answered without a moment's hesitation.

Considering how much porn he read, he'd seen a lot of women that were very close to his "dream girl" as Hattie called it. For Frau though, a dream girl would more consist of more than one. Why be restricted?

Hattie stared at Frau for a moment. She didn't seem offended, just more.. Surprised. ".. That's it?"

She was quiet for a moment as she made her way over to the shirt racks, and proceeds to shift through hanger after hanger of short sleeve, button up shirts. Ocassionally she removes one to hold up to Frau's chest, changes her mind, and shifts through something else. "Seriously, Frau, there must be more qualifications than -that-. Or are you, perhaps, aspiring to be some sort of playboy?"

She was half-teasing, half-serious.

"I don't need to aspire to be one," he pointed out with a wide grin and a quick wink.

When you loved women, but couldn't really be with them that's sort of what happened. Plus, it was easier that way to keep a distance between himself and those who wanted to spend time with him. Nobody could get too close when he accepted affection from everyone. It was best for everybody.

"Oh -brother-." Hattie replied with a fluttering laugh. Eventually she decides on the black button-up shirt, which She handed it over to Frau, "Well I want to marry a Prince. There aren't many of them in this time, but I don't plan to give up anytime soon. Though everything's been a struggle for me since I've come here, really.."

Hattie is about to go into 'rant mode' again, but instead of doing that, she jerks her thumb over to the dressing room. "Try that on." Should he agree to do so, she'd use the time to purchase it, since she kept the price tag.

Frau glanced down at the shirt. It wasn't that he was against wearing other clothes, he had just never really needed them. He didn't see why he needed them now either. Shrugging, he headed toward the dressing rooms to change.

When he came back out he flashed Hattie a smile. "Well?"

The shirt fit closely to his body, showing off his fit form. It wasn't much different from before, since he'd been wearing all black then too. In Frau's opinion though it felt odd to have his gloves on with a regular shirt.

Hattie was well aware that Frau hadn't the slightest clue what Hattie was up to, but she'd reveal her reasoning soon enough. Once he returned, she clasped her hands together, "Oooh! That's -fantastic-, now we match!"

That shade of black matched her own exactly, you see. She'd make do with the gloves, since the way it fit was actually rather distracting and she gave a rather appreciative look for a moment. ".. Ooh. Almost -too- fantastic. All right, are we ready for lunch?" She then reached out to straighten his collar a bit, then offered to place his previous top into her shopping bag.

"While I know you're completely amazing," Frau pointed out, "I'm not sure if the staff here would be willing to let you just take this for free."

He had no idea that she'd already paid for the shirt he currently had on.

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