She stays put , her fingers toying with the hem of her new versace miniskirt , she was certainly dressed for the occasion . “ I apologise Mister ! I think I’m a bit lost … I was looking for a handsome man such as yourself to escort me , if you’re not busy of course~ ” She giggles innocently , raising her hand up to her plump lips . She didn’t exactly have a plan , just to try and get as much information as she could that could be of use … anything at all would help .
A finger tapping her glossed lips , she looks up to the stranger with bright eyes , if there was one thing Meninas could do … it was play with men , she knew their weaknesses and how to get what she wanted . She bites down on her lip and sighs in a woeful manner .
“ I am new to this area … I moved into town for a job , but I have no idea where to go… Any help would be deeply … appreciated . ” Letting the last word come out as if to insinuate something more ludacris , she swings on the tips of her toes , before turning around to head in any direction , “ I’m just looking to get to the centre of this quaint town , then I’m sure I’ll be able to navigate around . ” ♡
Thus, the often self-aggrandizing foundation that was Gushiken crumbled under a lady’s compliment, as easily would a house of cards over the slightest disturbance. Had he taken a moment to recompose himself and think this through rationally, the death god would be self-aware enough to realize she had him wrapped around her well-manicured finger.
Yet, his attention focused itself squarely on his self-esteem the moment she called his scar-faced self handsome. At least, it was until she sighed so ruefully over her inconveniences, and seemed to imply some sort of reward for his aid—at least from how sultry her tone changed. That finally allowed him to rein in his expectations a little, not simply because it sounded too good to be true, but...
“Look, ya... don’t have ta go that far ta thank me, a’rite?” He half-grumbled, calloused palm coming up to rub at the side of his neck. At least on that, he felt comfortable enough to speak up and decline, but when it comes to being her navigator? A brief look down to his little flip-phone, a soul pager to those in the know, told him the area was all clear of roaming spirits or hollows. “Alright, sure, I’ll accompany ya for a bit. Center o’town?”