Diluc Ragnvindr (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
phoenixblessed) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
jikan_rpg2022-05-05 08:04 pm
phoenixblessed) wrote in jikan_rpg2022-05-05 08:04 pm
Entry tags:
[CLOSED] Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.
⌛ Who: Diluc & Edmond
⌛ What: Just two boys with a sweet tooth
⌛ When: May some time
⌛ Where: Starting in a bar in Gion, to elsewhere..?
⌛ Warnings: Will be added as needed
---
[It's a quiet evening in the middle of the week and not a time when Diluc would normally be working, but he had switched shifts with someone else. He is, in short, painfully bored. The only customers at the moment are the few regulars who almost seem to live in the place from when the doors open to when they close and although they come up to the bar like clockwork for refills it isn't exactly an engaging time to be behind the bar.
Which is why Diluc currently has every non-alcoholic thing he could find, plus a few things he brought along with him that day, neatly lined up on the bar top. He has been examining his options for a couple of minutes when someone new walks in - a young man with pale blue hair who he almost mistakes for a certain Inazuman Commissioner before he takes a closer look - and takes a seat with an air of almost palpable discomfort about him.
Diluc watches him for a moment, curious, but when he makes no move to try to get his attention to make an order he instead sets to mixing a fruit juice drink.
When it's done, rather than drinking it himself, he sets a clean glass gently down in front of the newcomer and pours the drink out. It's fruity and sweet-smelling, a rosy orange shade as he pours it, and he doesn't look up to meet the other man's eyes until he's done.]
How would you feel about helping me with something? [He asks mildly, then gestures to the glass.] Tell me what you think. It's non-alcoholic, uki-free.
⌛ What: Just two boys with a sweet tooth
⌛ When: May some time
⌛ Where: Starting in a bar in Gion, to elsewhere..?
⌛ Warnings: Will be added as needed
---
[It's a quiet evening in the middle of the week and not a time when Diluc would normally be working, but he had switched shifts with someone else. He is, in short, painfully bored. The only customers at the moment are the few regulars who almost seem to live in the place from when the doors open to when they close and although they come up to the bar like clockwork for refills it isn't exactly an engaging time to be behind the bar.
Which is why Diluc currently has every non-alcoholic thing he could find, plus a few things he brought along with him that day, neatly lined up on the bar top. He has been examining his options for a couple of minutes when someone new walks in - a young man with pale blue hair who he almost mistakes for a certain Inazuman Commissioner before he takes a closer look - and takes a seat with an air of almost palpable discomfort about him.
Diluc watches him for a moment, curious, but when he makes no move to try to get his attention to make an order he instead sets to mixing a fruit juice drink.
When it's done, rather than drinking it himself, he sets a clean glass gently down in front of the newcomer and pours the drink out. It's fruity and sweet-smelling, a rosy orange shade as he pours it, and he doesn't look up to meet the other man's eyes until he's done.]
How would you feel about helping me with something? [He asks mildly, then gestures to the glass.] Tell me what you think. It's non-alcoholic, uki-free.
bats eyelashes against your palms
Hmm. [He lets out a soft hum in response, tapping one curled finger against his lower lip for a moment as he mentally runs through everything that he has behind the bar to land on a likely solution.
A soft 'ah' leaves him, and after a few moments he's retrieved a bottle containing some kind of honey-coloured syrup. He adds a teaspoon's measure of it to the glass and stirs it thoroughly, then pushes it back with clear curiosity in his eyes.]
That might be more to your tastes, sir.