slightly taken off-guard by the man’s last comment, Chuuya collects himself at his own reminder that perhaps, an unabashed semblance of flattery – be it from a man or a woman – was to be expected at some point. his companion certainly stands out in his own way, too… while a symbol of purity and elegance, figures clad in this much white could drive a poet to the inevitable : likening them to phantoms walking past, leaving no trace, nothing at all.
company he can afford to offer in fact, it’s the more rational, honest side of that request that pulls his wandering mind back into the moment. and it’s precisely the addition before everything that makes it impossible for him to grant what is required of him. ( to ` please ignore ` what was said. no, he can’t. )
❝ Nakahara… Chuuya, ❞ first name laced with only minor hesitance before he ends up letting go of it ; few people he’s introduced himself to seemed to demand more than the courtesy of his last name and, while Mishima did not specifically insist on that aspect, the executive feels it was coerced out of him. however… if he does not worry about having disclosed his full name, it’s because having a reputation says more than he could. ❝ you might’ve heard of me. ❞ pleased to make his acquaintance, naturally… but that’s too formal, too unnecessary.
he picks up the pace the moment the establishment comes in sight. ❝ quaint little place I can almost guarantee you’ll like it. ❞
Nakahara Chuuya. That name was familiar to him. He had heard it before or even read it in government reports from which he had peeked, since in theory he did not have access to many places because he was someone observed at every moment. But he remembered something. About one of Port Mafia's best-known executives. He was also one of the most feared. That did not make Mishima fear for his life but excited that the person who had at his side at that moment was someone so powerful. The white-haired man smiled, he really felt he was going to enjoy the night, a nice chat sometimes could be good.
❝ Nakahara-san, huh? I've heard rumors about you, you must be quite fearsome. What do you think about that? ❞ He asked while following the path near the redhead, until he saw they were in front of an establishment. He blinked and looked up. It was small ... but cozy? Yes, cozy.
❝ You think? For now I already think it's a comfortable place just watching outside, so it will be good to enter here. ❞ He finally answered, and decided to enter first, curious about what he could find.
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