What has my life come to?

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Sophia "Psyche" Massri || 30 || Anthropologist/Historian/Archaeologist || Secretary || Relationship Status: It's *VERY* complicated An rp blog~ Character (c) MissTay-24 on tumblr

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Psyche made a childish face in response to Ren’s comment about her European tastes. However, when Ren asked about her family, her playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank look “No.” She answered plainly, looking back at her menu. “I am an only child.” She never did like talking about her family. It wasn’t like she was on bad terms with them…they were just..rather distant. She was not particularly close with them and hated it when they were brought up in a conversation. Closing her menu, she quickly diverted the convo. ”Well I think I know what I want. How about you?” She asked, smiling slightly.

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Ren paused, noting the change in Psyche’s facial expressions. It looked like she too had some family issues, which the brunette was all too familiar with. But for the sake of courtesy, she pushed them aside, setting her menu at the edge of the table. “I think I’m ready too.” She smiled politely. “Family was a bad place to start, anyway. Who needs em, really.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Psyche smiled wryly. She quickly flagged down a waiter to take their order.

Waiter: “What can I get for you ladies?” (Guy is hawt)

Psyche replied with her order.

Waiter: *looks to Ren* And what can I get you?

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Ren places her order with a smile, and as soon as the waiter has gone, gives Psyche a sly look. “Well?” She glances at the retreating boy, and then back to the Italian.

The dark haired woman quirked an eyebrow at Ren’s sly grin and shook her head. ”He’s cute.” Instantly knowing that it wasn’t a good enough answer for the girl, she shrugged. ”What do you want me to say?” The hint of a smirk evident on her face.

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Ren shrugged. “He is.” She grinned. “You’re single, aren’t you? I’ve never heard you talk about any dudes, and your desk is pretty bare of photographs.”

Psyche rolled her eyes. ”I wish it was that simple to say. But needless to say, you are not the only one with relationship problems.” She then smirked “Don’t deny it. I see the way you and Kaiba act around each other~” Winking at Ren, she took drink of her wine. ”If you really want to know, I’m sort of caught between two guys. It’s…complicated for lack of better words.” She sighed. ((OOC: Dumb Billy and Holden BC))

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“It’s not a relationship problem, it’s an occupational hazard, and as pretty as he is, he’s a fucking asshole. I’m not going there.” Ren rolled her eyes, scowling at the thought of him. He had made life pretty rough for her over the past year, and though she loved Mokuba and the perks that came with nannying him, she could think of nothing more infuriating and frustrating than working for Seto Kaiba.

“Date them both.” Ren offered, sipping at her wine. “That way when one of them pisses you off, you’ve got another guy to have your back.”

Psyche’s response was a blank look. ”Are you kidding? They hate each other…I’m actually surprised one of them hasn’t murdered the other yet.” She replied rather nonchalantly as if murder was a normal occurance, which in this case, it was. “No. My situation is like your’s: fragile and extremely volatile. But at least you only have one to deal with. I have two dumbasses to keep in line.” She snorted. Ohhhh the stories she could tell~

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Ren snorted. “At least they don’t hate *you*.” She shook her head, smirking behind her hand. “I’m pretty sure he’d have killed me and hidden my body beneath KaibaLand by now, if not for Mokuba. That kid is my own personal amnesty.”

She raised an eyebrow, tearing a breadstick in half. “But tell me about your boys. I always like hearing about drama that’s not my own.”

Psyche decided to give Ren the short, non-scarring version. "Well, one of them is a wanna be Clint Eastwood and the other is Al Capone incarnate." She said, rolling her eyes and sipping her wine. "Both of them are brilliant yet completely oblivious, all at the same time. They are about as stable as bombs and competitive as hell. And to top it off...both seem to fancy me and hate each other's guts." She sighed. "They have their moments, but are complete assholes for the most part."

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Psyche made a childish face in response to Ren’s comment about her European tastes. However, when Ren asked about her family, her playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank look “No.” She answered plainly, looking back at her menu. “I am an only child.” She never did like talking about her family. It wasn’t like she was on bad terms with them…they were just..rather distant. She was not particularly close with them and hated it when they were brought up in a conversation. Closing her menu, she quickly diverted the convo. ”Well I think I know what I want. How about you?” She asked, smiling slightly.

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Ren paused, noting the change in Psyche’s facial expressions. It looked like she too had some family issues, which the brunette was all too familiar with. But for the sake of courtesy, she pushed them aside, setting her menu at the edge of the table. “I think I’m ready too.” She smiled politely. “Family was a bad place to start, anyway. Who needs em, really.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Psyche smiled wryly. She quickly flagged down a waiter to take their order.

Waiter: “What can I get for you ladies?” (Guy is hawt)

Psyche replied with her order.

Waiter: *looks to Ren* And what can I get you?

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Ren places her order with a smile, and as soon as the waiter has gone, gives Psyche a sly look. “Well?” She glances at the retreating boy, and then back to the Italian.

The dark haired woman quirked an eyebrow at Ren’s sly grin and shook her head. ”He’s cute.” Instantly knowing that it wasn’t a good enough answer for the girl, she shrugged. ”What do you want me to say?” The hint of a smirk evident on her face.

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Ren shrugged. “He is.” She grinned. “You’re single, aren’t you? I’ve never heard you talk about any dudes, and your desk is pretty bare of photographs.”

Psyche rolled her eyes. ”I wish it was that simple to say. But needless to say, you are not the only one with relationship problems.” She then smirked “Don’t deny it. I see the way you and Kaiba act around each other~” Winking at Ren, she took drink of her wine. ”If you really want to know, I’m sort of caught between two guys. It’s…complicated for lack of better words.” She sighed. ((OOC: Dumb Billy and Holden BC))

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“It’s not a relationship problem, it’s an occupational hazard, and as pretty as he is, he’s a fucking asshole. I’m not going there.” Ren rolled her eyes, scowling at the thought of him. He had made life pretty rough for her over the past year, and though she loved Mokuba and the perks that came with nannying him, she could think of nothing more infuriating and frustrating than working for Seto Kaiba.

“Date them both.” Ren offered, sipping at her wine. “That way when one of them pisses you off, you’ve got another guy to have your back.”

Psyche's response was a blank look. "Are you kidding? They hate each other...I'm actually surprised one of them hasn't murdered the other yet." She replied rather nonchalantly as if murder was a normal occurance, which in this case, it was. "No. My situation is like your's: fragile and extremely volatile. But at least you only have one to deal with. I have two dumbasses to keep in line." She snorted. Ohhhh the stories she could tell~

fuckyouseto-blog

Psyche made a childish face in response to Ren’s comment about her European tastes. However, when Ren asked about her family, her playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank look “No.” She answered plainly, looking back at her menu. “I am an only child.” She never did like talking about her family. It wasn’t like she was on bad terms with them…they were just..rather distant. She was not particularly close with them and hated it when they were brought up in a conversation. Closing her menu, she quickly diverted the convo. ”Well I think I know what I want. How about you?” She asked, smiling slightly.

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Ren paused, noting the change in Psyche’s facial expressions. It looked like she too had some family issues, which the brunette was all too familiar with. But for the sake of courtesy, she pushed them aside, setting her menu at the edge of the table. “I think I’m ready too.” She smiled politely. “Family was a bad place to start, anyway. Who needs em, really.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Psyche smiled wryly. She quickly flagged down a waiter to take their order.

Waiter: “What can I get for you ladies?” (Guy is hawt)

Psyche replied with her order.

Waiter: *looks to Ren* And what can I get you?

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Ren places her order with a smile, and as soon as the waiter has gone, gives Psyche a sly look. “Well?” She glances at the retreating boy, and then back to the Italian.

The dark haired woman quirked an eyebrow at Ren’s sly grin and shook her head. ”He’s cute.” Instantly knowing that it wasn’t a good enough answer for the girl, she shrugged. ”What do you want me to say?” The hint of a smirk evident on her face.

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Ren shrugged. “He is.” She grinned. “You’re single, aren’t you? I’ve never heard you talk about any dudes, and your desk is pretty bare of photographs.”

Psyche rolled her eyes. "I wish it was that simple to say. But needless to say, you are not the only one with relationship problems." She then smirked "Don't deny it. I see the way you and Kaiba act around each other~" Winking at Ren, she took drink of her wine. "If you really want to know, I'm sort of caught between two guys. It's...complicated for lack of better words." She sighed. ((OOC: Dumb Billy and Holden BC))

fuckyouseto-blog

Psyche made a childish face in response to Ren’s comment about her European tastes. However, when Ren asked about her family, her playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank look “No.” She answered plainly, looking back at her menu. “I am an only child.” She never did like talking about her family. It wasn’t like she was on bad terms with them…they were just..rather distant. She was not particularly close with them and hated it when they were brought up in a conversation. Closing her menu, she quickly diverted the convo. ”Well I think I know what I want. How about you?” She asked, smiling slightly.

fuckyouseto-blog

Ren paused, noting the change in Psyche’s facial expressions. It looked like she too had some family issues, which the brunette was all too familiar with. But for the sake of courtesy, she pushed them aside, setting her menu at the edge of the table. “I think I’m ready too.” She smiled politely. “Family was a bad place to start, anyway. Who needs em, really.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Psyche smiled wryly. She quickly flagged down a waiter to take their order.

Waiter: “What can I get for you ladies?” (Guy is hawt)

Psyche replied with her order.

Waiter: *looks to Ren* And what can I get you?

fuckyouseto-blog

Ren places her order with a smile, and as soon as the waiter has gone, gives Psyche a sly look. “Well?” She glances at the retreating boy, and then back to the Italian.

The dark haired woman quirked an eyebrow at Ren's sly grin and shook her head. "He's cute." Instantly knowing that it wasn't a good enough answer for the girl, she shrugged. "What do you want me to say?" The hint of a smirk evident on her face.

fuckyouseto-blog

Psyche made a childish face in response to Ren’s comment about her European tastes. However, when Ren asked about her family, her playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank look “No.” She answered plainly, looking back at her menu. “I am an only child.” She never did like talking about her family. It wasn’t like she was on bad terms with them…they were just..rather distant. She was not particularly close with them and hated it when they were brought up in a conversation. Closing her menu, she quickly diverted the convo. ”Well I think I know what I want. How about you?” She asked, smiling slightly.

fuckyouseto-blog

Ren paused, noting the change in Psyche’s facial expressions. It looked like she too had some family issues, which the brunette was all too familiar with. But for the sake of courtesy, she pushed them aside, setting her menu at the edge of the table. “I think I’m ready too.” She smiled politely. “Family was a bad place to start, anyway. Who needs em, really.”

"Yeah. I guess so." Psyche smiled wryly. She quickly flagged down a waiter to take their order.

Waiter: "What can I get for you ladies?" (Guy is hawt)

Psyche replied with her order.

Waiter: *looks to Ren* And what can I get you?

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Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

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“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

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“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

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“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

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“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. ”Dopo di Lei.” She grinned.

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“Gracias.” Ren smiled. “Where did you hear about this place? Looks right up your alley.” She made a mental note to come back here with the Kaibas at some point, when she was about 90 percent less infuriated with the pair of them.

“I made it a priority to find an Italian restaurant when I moved here. No offense, but eating Japanese food 24/7 is not an appealing lifestyle.” Psyche apologized. ”Plus it’s the one place where I don’t have to massacre the Japanese language.” She walked up to the host and placed their party. She returned with one of those buzzing things that tells you when they are ready to seat you. (???)

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Ren quirked an eyebrow, glancing down at the buzzer. “You don’t know how to pull the KaibaCorp card, huh?” She took the buzzer from Psyche and returned to the host’s podium, explained briefly their situation, and a waitress was summoned immediately. She glanced back at Psyche and grinned. “KaibaPerks. And your Japanese isn’t awful. You should hear my English.” She rolled her eyes.

Psyche frowned slightly at the special service they suddenly received. She never liked playing the “KaibaCard” simply because she didn’t want to be associated with the man any more than she had to. But she said nothing to Ren and followed the hostess to their seat. ”It’s probably not as bad as some of the English I’ve heard around here.” Psyche admitted as she sat down and grabbed a menu. ”I’d like a glass of Saracco Moscato d’Asti, please.” She smiled up at the waitress. ”Do you want a drink Ren?”

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She glanced at the waitress. “A glass of Clos du Val Cabernet please?” She flipped open the menu and began scanning through. “And trust me, it sucks. I’m like blocked for English, I swear. I want to do work in New York someday; how do I get jobs out there when I can only speak broken English?” She shook her head. “I’m just doomed to spend the rest of my life working for President Fuckass.”

Psyche snickered, “Well seeing as how there are over one hundred languages spoken in New York City, I doubt you would have any trouble finding people who speak Japanese. And of course there is always translators.” She hummed as she scanned the menu. ”I’m pretty sure you’ll make it to NYC one day. Though it’s completely overrated.”

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Ren shrugged. “There’s just so many iconic places I want to see and photograph. The statue of liberty, times square, carnegie hall…” She grinned, “I can only photograph Tokyo Tower from so many angles before it starts to get a little dull.” She glanced back down at her menu and chewed at the inside of her lip. “Don’t tell him, but I’m really hoping that the dueling competition in Manhattan ends up happening, so I have an excuse to go with Seto and Mokuba.”

“Oh yes. I’ve heard Mister Kaiba talking about that tournament. From the way he spoke about it, it seemed like he was planning to attend. But don’t hold me to that, you know how fickle he can be.” She rolled her eyes.

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“He better go!” She blurted out, before she had the chance to stop her tongue. “I mean, Mokuba better. So I can get paid instead of going on an extended Kaiba vacation… ANYWAY. Food. What’s good here?”

Psyche snickered at Ren’s abrupt change in subject. ”Everything’s good, dear. It’s Italian food.” She smiled and looked through her menu, trying to decide what meal she wanted. ”Except the calamari, avoid that. But then again, that’s my personal opinion.” She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

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Ren smirked. “Clearly your European tastes have not acclimated to Japan.” She shook her head and glanced down at her menu. “It’s all good though, you’re right. My dad took my family here once before. For my sister’s birthday.” Her eyes flicked back to the Italian. “Do you have siblings?”

Psyche made a childish face in response to Ren's comment about her European tastes. However, when Ren asked about her family, her playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a blank look "No." She answered plainly, looking back at her menu. "I am an only child." She never did like talking about her family. It wasn't like she was on bad terms with them...they were just..rather distant. She was not particularly close with them and hated it when they were brought up in a conversation. Closing her menu, she quickly diverted the convo. "Well I think I know what I want. How about you?" She asked, smiling slightly.

fuckyouseto-blog

Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

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“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

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“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

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“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

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“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. ”Dopo di Lei.” She grinned.

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“Gracias.” Ren smiled. “Where did you hear about this place? Looks right up your alley.” She made a mental note to come back here with the Kaibas at some point, when she was about 90 percent less infuriated with the pair of them.

“I made it a priority to find an Italian restaurant when I moved here. No offense, but eating Japanese food 24/7 is not an appealing lifestyle.” Psyche apologized. ”Plus it’s the one place where I don’t have to massacre the Japanese language.” She walked up to the host and placed their party. She returned with one of those buzzing things that tells you when they are ready to seat you. (???)

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Ren quirked an eyebrow, glancing down at the buzzer. “You don’t know how to pull the KaibaCorp card, huh?” She took the buzzer from Psyche and returned to the host’s podium, explained briefly their situation, and a waitress was summoned immediately. She glanced back at Psyche and grinned. “KaibaPerks. And your Japanese isn’t awful. You should hear my English.” She rolled her eyes.

Psyche frowned slightly at the special service they suddenly received. She never liked playing the “KaibaCard” simply because she didn’t want to be associated with the man any more than she had to. But she said nothing to Ren and followed the hostess to their seat. ”It’s probably not as bad as some of the English I’ve heard around here.” Psyche admitted as she sat down and grabbed a menu. ”I’d like a glass of Saracco Moscato d’Asti, please.” She smiled up at the waitress. ”Do you want a drink Ren?”

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She glanced at the waitress. “A glass of Clos du Val Cabernet please?” She flipped open the menu and began scanning through. “And trust me, it sucks. I’m like blocked for English, I swear. I want to do work in New York someday; how do I get jobs out there when I can only speak broken English?” She shook her head. “I’m just doomed to spend the rest of my life working for President Fuckass.”

Psyche snickered, “Well seeing as how there are over one hundred languages spoken in New York City, I doubt you would have any trouble finding people who speak Japanese. And of course there is always translators.” She hummed as she scanned the menu. ”I’m pretty sure you’ll make it to NYC one day. Though it’s completely overrated.”

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Ren shrugged. “There’s just so many iconic places I want to see and photograph. The statue of liberty, times square, carnegie hall…” She grinned, “I can only photograph Tokyo Tower from so many angles before it starts to get a little dull.” She glanced back down at her menu and chewed at the inside of her lip. “Don’t tell him, but I’m really hoping that the dueling competition in Manhattan ends up happening, so I have an excuse to go with Seto and Mokuba.”

“Oh yes. I’ve heard Mister Kaiba talking about that tournament. From the way he spoke about it, it seemed like he was planning to attend. But don’t hold me to that, you know how fickle he can be.” She rolled her eyes.

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“He better go!” She blurted out, before she had the chance to stop her tongue. “I mean, Mokuba better. So I can get paid instead of going on an extended Kaiba vacation… ANYWAY. Food. What’s good here?”

Psyche snickered at Ren's abrupt change in subject. "Everything's good, dear. It's Italian food." She smiled and looked through her menu, trying to decide what meal she wanted. "Except the calamari, avoid that. But then again, that's my personal opinion." She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

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Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

fuckyouseto-blog

“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

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“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

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“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

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“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. ”Dopo di Lei.” She grinned.

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“Gracias.” Ren smiled. “Where did you hear about this place? Looks right up your alley.” She made a mental note to come back here with the Kaibas at some point, when she was about 90 percent less infuriated with the pair of them.

“I made it a priority to find an Italian restaurant when I moved here. No offense, but eating Japanese food 24/7 is not an appealing lifestyle.” Psyche apologized. ”Plus it’s the one place where I don’t have to massacre the Japanese language.” She walked up to the host and placed their party. She returned with one of those buzzing things that tells you when they are ready to seat you. (???)

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Ren quirked an eyebrow, glancing down at the buzzer. “You don’t know how to pull the KaibaCorp card, huh?” She took the buzzer from Psyche and returned to the host’s podium, explained briefly their situation, and a waitress was summoned immediately. She glanced back at Psyche and grinned. “KaibaPerks. And your Japanese isn’t awful. You should hear my English.” She rolled her eyes.

Psyche frowned slightly at the special service they suddenly received. She never liked playing the “KaibaCard” simply because she didn’t want to be associated with the man any more than she had to. But she said nothing to Ren and followed the hostess to their seat. ”It’s probably not as bad as some of the English I’ve heard around here.” Psyche admitted as she sat down and grabbed a menu. ”I’d like a glass of Saracco Moscato d’Asti, please.” She smiled up at the waitress. ”Do you want a drink Ren?”

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She glanced at the waitress. “A glass of Clos du Val Cabernet please?” She flipped open the menu and began scanning through. “And trust me, it sucks. I’m like blocked for English, I swear. I want to do work in New York someday; how do I get jobs out there when I can only speak broken English?” She shook her head. “I’m just doomed to spend the rest of my life working for President Fuckass.”

Psyche snickered, “Well seeing as how there are over one hundred languages spoken in New York City, I doubt you would have any trouble finding people who speak Japanese. And of course there is always translators.” She hummed as she scanned the menu. ”I’m pretty sure you’ll make it to NYC one day. Though it’s completely overrated.”

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Ren shrugged. “There’s just so many iconic places I want to see and photograph. The statue of liberty, times square, carnegie hall…” She grinned, “I can only photograph Tokyo Tower from so many angles before it starts to get a little dull.” She glanced back down at her menu and chewed at the inside of her lip. “Don’t tell him, but I’m really hoping that the dueling competition in Manhattan ends up happening, so I have an excuse to go with Seto and Mokuba.”

"Oh yes. I've heard Mister Kaiba talking about that tournament. From the way he spoke about it, it seemed like he was planning to attend. But don't hold me to that, you know how fickle he can be." She rolled her eyes.

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Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

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“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

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“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

fuckyouseto-blog

“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. ”Dopo di Lei.” She grinned.

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“Gracias.” Ren smiled. “Where did you hear about this place? Looks right up your alley.” She made a mental note to come back here with the Kaibas at some point, when she was about 90 percent less infuriated with the pair of them.

“I made it a priority to find an Italian restaurant when I moved here. No offense, but eating Japanese food 24/7 is not an appealing lifestyle.” Psyche apologized. ”Plus it’s the one place where I don’t have to massacre the Japanese language.” She walked up to the host and placed their party. She returned with one of those buzzing things that tells you when they are ready to seat you. (???)

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Ren quirked an eyebrow, glancing down at the buzzer. “You don’t know how to pull the KaibaCorp card, huh?” She took the buzzer from Psyche and returned to the host’s podium, explained briefly their situation, and a waitress was summoned immediately. She glanced back at Psyche and grinned. “KaibaPerks. And your Japanese isn’t awful. You should hear my English.” She rolled her eyes.

Psyche frowned slightly at the special service they suddenly received. She never liked playing the “KaibaCard” simply because she didn’t want to be associated with the man any more than she had to. But she said nothing to Ren and followed the hostess to their seat. ”It’s probably not as bad as some of the English I’ve heard around here.” Psyche admitted as she sat down and grabbed a menu. ”I’d like a glass of Saracco Moscato d’Asti, please.” She smiled up at the waitress. ”Do you want a drink Ren?”

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She glanced at the waitress. “A glass of Clos du Val Cabernet please?” She flipped open the menu and began scanning through. “And trust me, it sucks. I’m like blocked for English, I swear. I want to do work in New York someday; how do I get jobs out there when I can only speak broken English?” She shook her head. “I’m just doomed to spend the rest of my life working for President Fuckass.”

Psyche snickered, "Well seeing as how there are over one hundred languages spoken in New York City, I doubt you would have any trouble finding people who speak Japanese. And of course there is always translators." She hummed as she scanned the menu. "I'm pretty sure you'll make it to NYC one day. Though it's completely overrated."

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Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

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“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

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“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

fuckyouseto-blog

“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. ”Dopo di Lei.” She grinned.

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“Gracias.” Ren smiled. “Where did you hear about this place? Looks right up your alley.” She made a mental note to come back here with the Kaibas at some point, when she was about 90 percent less infuriated with the pair of them.

“I made it a priority to find an Italian restaurant when I moved here. No offense, but eating Japanese food 24/7 is not an appealing lifestyle.” Psyche apologized. ”Plus it’s the one place where I don’t have to massacre the Japanese language.” She walked up to the host and placed their party. She returned with one of those buzzing things that tells you when they are ready to seat you. (???)

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Ren quirked an eyebrow, glancing down at the buzzer. “You don’t know how to pull the KaibaCorp card, huh?” She took the buzzer from Psyche and returned to the host’s podium, explained briefly their situation, and a waitress was summoned immediately. She glanced back at Psyche and grinned. “KaibaPerks. And your Japanese isn’t awful. You should hear my English.” She rolled her eyes.

Psyche frowned slightly at the special service they suddenly received. She never liked playing the "KaibaCard" simply because she didn't want to be associated with the man any more than she had to. But she said nothing to Ren and followed the hostess to their seat. "It's probably not as bad as some of the English I've heard around here." Psyche admitted as she sat down and grabbed a menu. "I'd like a glass of Saracco Moscato d'Asti, please." She smiled up at the waitress. "Do you want a drink Ren?"

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Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

fuckyouseto-blog

“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

fuckyouseto-blog

“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. ”Dopo di Lei.” She grinned.

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“Gracias.” Ren smiled. “Where did you hear about this place? Looks right up your alley.” She made a mental note to come back here with the Kaibas at some point, when she was about 90 percent less infuriated with the pair of them.

"I made it a priority to find an Italian restaurant when I moved here. No offense, but eating Japanese food 24/7 is not an appealing lifestyle." Psyche apologized. "Plus it's the one place where I don't have to massacre the Japanese language." She walked up to the host and placed their party. She returned with one of those buzzing things that tells you when they are ready to seat you. (???)

fuckyouseto-blog

Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

fuckyouseto-blog

“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars… Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. “He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~” Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

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“It’s sickening, really, he has like fifteen cars.” Ren rolled her eyes and slid into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and rolling out onto the street. She panicked briefly, as Seto would definitely notice the Murcielago if he saw them, but brushed it off. He could deal with it.

“But he does pick good ones!” Ren grinned.

Psyche directed Ren through the crowded streets in Domino, without actually getting lost, and somehow they managed to find the restaurant. Hopping out of the car, she briefly thought about car thieves, but quickly brushed the thought away. No one would steal anything~ She walked up to the entrance and opened the door for Ren. "Dopo di Lei." She grinned.

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Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

fuckyouseto-blog

“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

“I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~” Psyche teased. ”But I’m good with anything.” She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Yes. Please. Eye candy. Good.” Ren smirked and jangled the keys. Though there was more than plenty good looking engineers running around the KaibaCorp buildings, she had had just about enough of Seto Kaiba’s portraits looming over her today, and was interested in some shameless flirting. She led Psyche out to the parking deck, where the Lambo was parked smack in the middle of Kaiba’s parking space. Ha.

Psyche's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the beautiful vehicle in front of her. Damn her and her stupid love of cars... Gleefully grinning, Psyche hopped into the passenger seat. "He may be a complete asshole, but I will admit he has wonderful taste in cars~" Psyche cooed as she patted the dashboard. Retrieving her iphone from her purse, she quickly brought up directions to their destination.

fuckyouseto-blog

Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

fuckyouseto-blog

Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

fuckyouseto-blog

“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Oh really now?” Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. ”Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s see how that puppy runs.” She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

“Not that he knows.” Ren grinned, tongue poking out from between her teeth. It was rare that he noticed when his cars went missing. Ren was always careful to return them before Seto returned home, and he had so many to choose from, what was one missing going to hurt? “Any preference for lunch?”

"I put my vote in for Italian food. And I know a nice, little restaurant in town with the cutest waiters~" Psyche teased. "But I'm good with anything." She shrugged as the elevator doors opened to reveal the first floor.

fuckyouseto-blog

Apparently Ren didn’t realize her face was an open book to the sharp eyes of Psyche. She watched carefully as Ren’s expression morphed from one of contempt to something a bit softer. Figuring that she was thinking about Mokuba, Psyche let the subject drop. A blind man could see how much Ren cared for the boy and as much as Ren hated Kaiba, she would put up with him for Mokuba’s sake. It was admirable. However, Psyche had no such qualms and would throw a damn party over the older Kaiba’s demise.

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Composing herself, Ren sat up and slapped her hands against the arms of the chair. Fuck it, she decided. If he was going to be a dick and play the no-phone-call-game, she could play that game too. She shut off her phone and stuffed it into her back pocket, sitting on the slim device and smiling across at Psyche. “Well. Fuck that guy. Apparently I’m not needed today, so I’ve got an open afternoon. What about you?”

Quirking another eyebrow at Ren, Psyche eyed her computer screen before promptly shutting it off. ”It just freed up.” She smirked as she grabbed her purse. Kaiba could wait a little longer, she was overworked anyway. ”So what did you have in mind Ren?” A small grin creeping onto her face.

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“If he gets to have lunch, I get to have lunch.” Ren grinned, rising from the chair and stretching lazily. She slung her crossbody across her chest, patting herself down to make sure she had everything. “And drinks too. Four o’clock means it’s margarita time.” She dug into the very bottom of the bag and extracted a set of keys, holding up a long, black, expensive looking one.

“I have his Lamborghini too,” she said with a wicked grin.

"Oh really now?" Cue a full blown Cheshire grin. "Well then what are we waiting for? Let's see how that puppy runs." She locked everything at her desk and accompanied Ren to the elevator, pressing the button to the first floor.

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Mister Kaiba you look particularly smug today

Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her. Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant. But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare. Seriously? HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game? Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator. Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba’s lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she’d expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. “Oh, hello there.” She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

Sophia blinked when the person was NOT Kaiba, but instead some young woman who looked like she had walked out of a magazine (literally). Maybe she was Kaiba’s latest conquest…Sophia hoped Ren wouldn’t find out, for the girl’s sake. Ren would probably claw her pretty eyes out.

Regaining her composure, Sophia looked boredly at Rosalyn and asked. “May I help you ma’am?”

“No, I’m just looking around.” Her voice was faintly British, as if she’d lived there, but long ago. “This is the KaibaCave, I assume?” Rosalyn gestured to the extravagant doors past the secretary’s desk. She rolled her eyes. “Seems his style.”

Rosalyn approached the desk, leaning on the tabletop. “You must be Seto’s secretary.” She beamed, holding out a hand. “I’m Rosalyn.”

Sophia briefly glanced at Rosalyn’s hand before returning the gesture. “Sophia. Temporary secretary. Or at least until I can save up enough money for another expedition. So what brings you to the gates of hell?” She quirked an eyebrow at the model, still not fully trusting anyone who wanders up to Kaiba’s office while he wasn’t in. If this girl was a thief, Kaiba would have both of their heads. And Sophia liked having a job that paid well.

She shrugged her porcelain shoulders. “I was down at the ‘shoot and got this nifty tour pass, so I could hear more about Mr. Kaiba and his accomplishments,” She paused to fake gag, “I thought exploring would be more fun. What sort of expeditions do you go on, Sophia?”

“Contrary to my job description, I am an archaeologist and anthropologist.” She replied while straightening her glasses. ”I’ve been all over the world to different sites and museums, but yet they still don’t pay me enough.” She grimaced. “I assume you are one of the models from the earlier shoot?” She did a once over on the girl, she certainly did look the part.

“Ech, I know how you feel,” Rosalyn sighed, rubbing one ankle against the other, “I was just practically straddling Seto Kaiba and I definitely deserve more than I was payed for that. He could have had me beheaded right then and there.” She giggled, shifting to the other foot. “How long have you been temporary-secretary?” Rosalyn glanced down the hall she’d just come from, hoping Sophia’s boss wasn’t headed her way right then.

Sophia’s eyebrows uncharacteristically disappeared into her thick bangs. She had been what? Sophia didn’t know much about modeling, but to think that Kaiba would allow someone to do that to him? Sophia would have paid money to see the look on his face. (>3) ”I would say about seven months. A few more and I will have enough to quit and get back to my real job.” She pushed away her keyboard, this was way more entertaining. “So what brings you to Japan of all places? Obviously you aren’t from here.”

She shook her head, long black tresses bouncing around her face and shoulders. “No, English-born, raised in America. I was trying to make it as a model in London a few months ago but there really wasn’t a calling for more English models in England.” Rosalyn moved off the desktop and began looking around again. “Like you, and that lovely photographer I met downstairs,” She slipped her hand into her hidden skirt pocket to make sure Ren’s card was still there, “I’m only working until I can afford to start my own career.”

“It looks like we’re all in the same hell-Wait photographer? You mean Ren?” Sophia cocked her head to the side in a sign of confusion. She didn’t know Ren had been the photographer for the shoot…Small world.

Rosalyn turned on the ball of her foot back to the desk. “Medium, red-brown hair, likes it when Kaiba suffers?”

"Yes. That's her." She snickered. "And why am I not surprised that she has already made such an impression on the poor, innocent models?" Turning off her computer screen, she swiveled her chair so she could face Rosalyn. "So what was that photo shoot about anyway?"

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