sirenspull_logs | The Flowers of Robert Mapplethorpe

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frau,
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 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.

Hattie's expression went neutral for a moment; of course he wouldn't have known, and that gives her the opportunity to be more playful, "I wouldn't worry about that, Frau. When you're rich, you can do whatever you want."

With a wink, she'd take his arm again and guide him past the register with little more than a 'Thank you for your patronage, Miss Ehvenn.' from the male cashier.

"I do appreciate the compliment though~. Oh, and the resturaunt is just two stores down."

Frau tried not to show his distaste for that comment. While he didn't have as much against those with money as Castor did, Frau's own personal enemies simply fit that category by default. Leaders of a country were naturally rich. He pushed the thought away though. There was no chance he could ever explain his feelings to Hattie, and he didn't want to either. Those memories were his own.

So, instead of bringing it up, he just allowed her to lead him on to wherever they were going next.

Hattie didn't even consider what Frau's reaction would be following her comment, bragging was second nature to her, even though she was trying to tone it back a little- Mostly because she isn't really as wealthy now as she was back home.

It's very frustrating for her to deal with.

So she obliviously continued onward and, upon reaching the Sushi Stop, made a request for a private booth to the greeter. She was given a curious look in return but, after a couple minutes of persistant but low-tone arguing, gets a booth with a 'reserved' tag placed on the one behind it. That'll do.

The waiter handed over two menus, "Thank you," then to Frau, "Just a bit of warning, a lot of the seafood is uncooked or very lightly cooked. Do you have a preference?"

Frau restrained his mild amusement over Hattie's argument. He honestly didn't care where they sat, whether it was around people or not. Back home they ate at a cafeteria style community hall. All of the church members sat on benches basically shoulder to shoulder.

When the waiter turned toward him in reference to the food, Frau just shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, though I guess cooked is better."

Hattie hadn't eaten in a cafeteria of any sort since.. .. She can't remember. The female blonde was, however, a bit annoyed by how 'to the point' Frau was. She knew he was particularly interested in girls, and she couldn't even get him to talk about that! She thought for a moment about a way to get him to open up. The waiter poured two cups of green tea.

"We'd like a sampler platter, please, this one." She pointed to the menu, the waiter nodding then going along his way. "Ask me a personal question. Any question you want."

Frau lifted his eyebrow slightly at Hattie's order. It wasn't like it was a bad choice. In fact, it was a really good one. That's what had surprised him so much. He let the decision of the meal go though and chuckled softly at her question.

"What's home like?"

He tried to avoid personal questions of his own, so until he knew if Hattie would throw the same things back at him, he'd play it safe.

Clever, Frau, though Hattie is going to determine if you're really interested in knowing or not. She was surprised by the question though, she had to admit, "Well, I've been to a lot of places, my family moved a number of times." she started, glancing thoughtfully downward to her teacup, "The city was wonderful, though. It isn't nearly as advanced as things are now, any sort of machinery was usually made of wood. Very busy, very peaceful, with a kingdom looked over by a dreamy Prince."

Hattie sighed wistfully, "I lived in a mansion, and had my own clothier, and of course I was super popular. There was no doubt that I would be the one Prince Char would choose to become his bride when the time came."

".. Though that sort of changed once I moved to Frell; my mother married Ella's father and it turned out he not only lived in the backwater country but he lost all of his money or something." Hattie's mood soured at that point, as she took a sip from the tea, "Home sucks. Though I suppose it sucks less than here, at least people know I'm important at home."

It fit really. Everything she had said meshed perfectly with the mold Frau had already determined she was made of. He didn't particularly like it. In fact, he usually hated people like that and made it his job to bring them down a peg or two. Or eleven or twelve as the case usually was. Being a girl, Hattie had the chance to avoid that.

"Sometimes there is more to life than simply money."

He doubted she would understand that, but he had to try anyway.

Hattie took another sip from her cup, giving Frau a look shortly after as if saying 'really'? It's true, she didn't understand in the least, mostly because of her upbringing- But unlike with Ella, she was willing to hear him out.

"Like what? Working overtime and sleeping through Valentines Day?" she asked with a trace of bitterness in her tone. "You didn't have a single thing to be thankful for during Thanksgiving."

Frau chuckled softly. Of course she would bring that up.

"No, because everything that is more important than money for me isn't here. I can't say a lot of the things I'm thankful for if they don't exist here."

Teito wasn't here. Hawkziles weren't here. Even most of his porn wasn't here, not that Frau was going to openly say he was thankful for that in front of a group of mostly women. It wouldn't have been a very good idea.

Hattie was quiet for a moment, she didn't know exactly what Frau meant but she had a feeling she had a slight idea, and decided it was unwise for her to press further. He did make a fair point, and she didn't realize he had meant her old home- In which case the original claim was preposterous to her.

"I suppose. Let's just agree to disagree then." because Hattie was pretty much done with that, she was here to have fun, not to get depressed. At this point the food arrived, and there were two of various kinds of sushi. Hattie's eyes lit up at the sight.

She picked up her chopsticks and split them, ".. Oh, um. Do you know how to use chopsticks?"

He nodded, willing to accept that. Arguing with her would get him nowhere, so he wasn't going to even try. Besides, he didn't want to ruin their day together.

When Hattie picked up the little wooden rods a perplexed look crossed Frau's face. He had never seen anything like them before. Or at least not on a table aside from possible decorations.

"Uh... no?"

Hattie chuckled. She had a feeling he didn't know, and his reaction was rather cute. "Well today you're going to learn! I didn't know how at first either, I usually ate them with my fingers." she admitted with a light blush, though added a look that said 'that's a secret between you an me'.

"It takes a bit of practice, but I think you'll get it- Just think of them as 'an extension of your fingers'." Hattie seemed a little too proud to use that phrase. "You hold them between your fingers like so," and she demonstrated the placing, as well as how to hold them, then made the ends tap together, "Then you can pick it up like this." Finally she picks up one of the seaweed wrapped sushi.

"Give it a try."

She made it seem so simple, but Frau was pretty sure it wasn't going to be that easy. When he picked the chopsticks up and tried to situate them in his hand, he realized he was totally right. He could barely even hold them without dropping one. Using them was going to be impossible.

"Why don't they just have forks?"

Seriously, this was annoying. Much more of it and he was just going to pick the food up with his fingers whether he should or not.

Placing the piece of food back down, Hattie watched Frau curiously. While she was smiling, she made certain not to laugh during the moment of fumbling. Her eyes were locked on his fingers, however, "I.. Um. Hmn, I don't remember why." Hattie asked the exact same question, but once she learned how to hold them, the answer pretty much just left her brain.

She probably should have remembered that, but too late now! "I believe they do have plastic forks; but I know you can do this- If you can handle a weapon, you can handle chopsticks. Here."

Setting hers down, she took Frau's hand and placed the lower stick in place, "The bottom stick is the cradle. You don't move this; keep it in place with your thumb." The other is placed between his other fingers, "Move these simultaneously to grip. Try it."

Frau was feeling more and more like an idiot, and he didn't like it. In fact, it sucked royally. Eating wasn't supposed to be this difficult. You shouldn't get frustrated and have to fight for your food. Well, at least not normal food. Frau was used to fighting for the other kind he needed to eat.

"How is this related to a weapon?"

He couldn't help grumbling. These chopsticks were just dumb.

Awww Frau! Hattie's starting to feel bad about the man's frustration; she hopes he doesn't snap and flip a table! He does ask a fair question though, and it takes her a moment to recall what she was told, "Well.. A weapon is an extension of your arm, right?" she so hopes she got that right.

The funny thing was; she acted eerily similar in the situation- It was very.. Odd actually seeing this behavior rather than being the one acting it out. "Just keep relaxed, Frau, don't try to force it. It's gentle control of your fingers. Though there is an alternative.."

Hattie picks up a piece with salmon, "I could feed it to you. There's only one day in the year I'd consider that for you~." she teases.

An extension of his arm? No. The scythe literally resided inside his arm. It was, quite simply, a part of him. Even if it was a part that he didn't really want since it was slowly taking him over from the inside out.

"Utensils aren't an extension of your arm or your fingers. They're just tools. You don't get attached to utensils."

Frau gives up and tosses the chopsticks aside. He hasn't had a chance to even sample the food yet, which is ridiculous. So he simply grabs one with his fingers and tosses it into his mouth, chewing slowly. It's different, but he can't say that it's bad.

"Oh yeah? Just the one?"

Hattie watched in amusement, though her gaze followed the tossed chopsticks. Ah well, they weren't her problem anymore! Seeming fine with him eating with his fingers, she patiently awaited his reaction before talking.

He seemed to approve! "We don't have this where I'm from either. Should I get home, this will certainly be one of the things I miss," she says, seeming quite pleased. Though back to the subject of weapons, "So.. What, weapons are tools that you get attached to? I hit someone with a fan once and I don't think I've felt any closer to it." noted with a smirk.

"And yes, 'just the one', Frau." she points to another. "Try the reddish one next, that's crab. It's one of my favorites."

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