Immune to impending dooms until it's too late, Itto heads on over to the address sent, under protest. You know, the ones he muttered to himself on the way over]
[ The address is that of a tea house steeped in formality. Upon entering, rather than the usual fanfare, Itto will be informed by the hostess that his party is waiting for him in a particular room to which she will then proceed to lead him.
When the sliding door is opened, he'll find Setsura dressed in a formal kimono seated at the table with nothing short of perfect posture. She doesn't turn her head even as the hostess waves him in. ]
[okay maybe he isn't as immune to his doom as he thought because uh, why would anyone want to meet him in a fancy place like this??
At least he remembers (some) of his manners, and he thanks the hostess before stepping in - and ignoring how ominous the door shutting behind him sounds. He flops down across the table from Setsura, cross-legged]
[mid-sip is how Setsura catches him, and he sputters and chokes on the tea as it catches him completely off-guard. He puts the cup down and pats at his chest as he coughs]
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We are?
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Well heck.
Immune to impending dooms until it's too late, Itto heads on over to the address sent, under protest. You know, the ones he muttered to himself on the way over]
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When the sliding door is opened, he'll find Setsura dressed in a formal kimono seated at the table with nothing short of perfect posture. She doesn't turn her head even as the hostess waves him in. ]
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At least he remembers (some) of his manners, and he thanks the hostess before stepping in - and ignoring how ominous the door shutting behind him sounds. He flops down across the table from Setsura, cross-legged]
Okay, I'm here. What's going on?
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You're dating my cat.
[ She may or may not have opted to wait until he's mid-sip. It's only now that she lifts her own cup. ]
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Haah?!
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I want to know what your intentions are regarding Aether.
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[ah, it's registered. A miracle, considering it's Itto]
Whaddaya mean, what are my intentions? Who told you we were dating?
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Didn't you know? Cats have loose tongues.
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Oi oi . . . [well heck. He sighs, running a hand through his bangs] I guess it's fine if he's the one who told you.
I dunno what answer you're looking for, though. I like him and I like hanging out with him, so I guess I intend to do a lot of that?
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[be gentle with him, not only is he stupid, but this is his first relationship]