( he's content enough. she's a bright spot in all this fake glimmer, only noticeable now that they're finally meeting face-to-face.
maybe not his type, exactly, but he isn't bothering to study her curves or her demeanor beyond what's in front of him. what's most important is that she's treating him, and serving as actual company, and he's only starting to come to terms with the familiar feeling of actual hunger again. a servant didn't typically need to eat for sustenance. )
Can you blame me for being a little skeptical in this digital age? They've even got people making "deep fakes" these days, I hear. Deep fakes. Ever heard of it?
( he doesn't wait for an answer, ushering her in with a hover hand. the inside of the cafe is a deal more trite than the outside, and the staff a little skittish and unequipped.
lo and behold, though, are the cats at their table. something odd scratches the inside of takasugi's stomach as he glances over them, a something he hasn't felt before, though he opts to ignore it for now. as they settle in and look over the menus, he gives a little white cat a scritch under its chin. )
At least it's not as smarmy on the inside. Even my city of SAITAMA managed to produce less pollution than some of the street corners I passed on the way to get here.
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Date: 2025-04-03 08:13 pm (UTC)maybe not his type, exactly, but he isn't bothering to study her curves or her demeanor beyond what's in front of him. what's most important is that she's treating him, and serving as actual company, and he's only starting to come to terms with the familiar feeling of actual hunger again. a servant didn't typically need to eat for sustenance. )
Can you blame me for being a little skeptical in this digital age? They've even got people making "deep fakes" these days, I hear. Deep fakes. Ever heard of it?
( he doesn't wait for an answer, ushering her in with a hover hand. the inside of the cafe is a deal more trite than the outside, and the staff a little skittish and unequipped.
lo and behold, though, are the cats at their table. something odd scratches the inside of takasugi's stomach as he glances over them, a something he hasn't felt before, though he opts to ignore it for now. as they settle in and look over the menus, he gives a little white cat a scritch under its chin. )
At least it's not as smarmy on the inside. Even my city of SAITAMA managed to produce less pollution than some of the street corners I passed on the way to get here.