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kondo kozue | 近藤梢 (anthesphoria) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-08-25 18:28:00

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kozue, reizo

WHO: Kozue and Reizo
WHAT: Free (French) Food
WHERE: The Carl Ritzton Hotel, Downtown Iburi.
WHEN: Between "Reizo bailed" and "School starts". Some time.
WHY: Because free food. Or something.

The Carl Ritzton actually had four restaurants, if you counted the bar as one, but it was not a difficult endeavor to figure out which one Kozue had been referring to. Beside the bar, there was a homey, authentic-style sushi-ya, a Korean barbecue, and the Moullin De La Ritz.

Spelling error aside, it was the fanciest of the four; there was a young man in a tux and tails stationed at the door, and the fewest number of people coming and going from within.

Kozue had been in and out of it since she had checked into the hotel; mostly, she was there for the desserts, and for breakfast. Being a hotel restaurant, they were nearly-required to serve a breakfast, and it had been Kozue's choice every morning. She'd taken the opportunity to at least start getting familiar with the wait staff. Some of whom were, she was surprised to discover, actually from France, here on student exchanges or other programs, and spoke a hesitant, hobbled Japanese). It was to these sort-of acquaintances that she had turned, both in begging for comped food (which was seldom rewarded, but it was worth it when it was) and in getting seats secured for two, on ridiculously short notice.

It also helped that she was staying on one of the VIP floors, and that when she waved her key card at people, they scurried to make her happy. Not always without slightly perplexed looks—but rich people gave their teenage daughters all sorts of ridiculous privileges, after all.

So things were at least ostensibly set up for dinner/lunch/some in-between meal with Reizo.

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COMPARITIVELY SHORT POST IS SHORT.

some_other_dog
2010-11-03 09:36 am UTC (link)

The delinquent boy eased into his own seat once his dinner date was seated, and then went carefully still as he inspected the table and the army of silverware spread out in front of him. He let out a little grunt and inclined his head towards Kozue in agreement with the chef's menu, a rueful little smile twitching into place on his lips. He knew little of fine dining, despite his parents constant griping that he'd need to learn one day, and now he was desperately trying to recall the rules. Being made oyabun was going to be a piece of cake, but it sucked that rules about how to eat that cake came along with it. At least in public.

He turned his head to look at the new man as he traded words with Kozue, amusement showing through in his half-smile. He considered, however briefly, attempting to quietly throw some weight around, maybe get the girl what she wanted, but it might sour the evening, or even worse the small girl's reputation with the restaurant. Not that his presence alone wasn't likely already tarnishing it some.

“We couldn't want to do anything illegal now, would we?”

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I'M ON TEAM SHORT, TOO.

anthesphoria
2010-11-11 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Kozue sighed, and shook her head. The irony of that statement coming from Reizo was not lost on her; it was funny, if also mildly frustrating, but it also wasn't worth putting her foot down about. She wasn't actually sure how she would have gone about persuading Reizo of anything, if she'd wanted to put in the effort.

The waiter nodded, half unnerved and half agreeing, and shook his head a little. "I'll bring you a ginger ale, Kondo-sama. And you, sir?"

"They have good soda," Kozue noted, shifting in her chair and resting her head on one hand. At least if Reizo was going to throw down on the side of the law and the waiters, he was stuck with soda and water and juice, too.

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