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Who: Warren (Seth) the DickCat, Voile the Gardevoir
When: 10/19 (I think) - 20:00
Where: BE-4
What: ~~It's a date!~~ It's something akin to a date. Kind of. Sort of.
Warnings: Seth gets his own warning.

"Wear something cute."

What curious words. Voile really didn't know what to make of them. She couldn't remember anyone else ever saying anything like that to her. Most people didn't care what she was wearing, and if they did, she'd either met (or exceeded) expectations, or they felt it wasn't worth their time to bring it up. And yet Warren had specifically said precisely that to her. To wear something cute.

What does he think of as cute? She didn't have an answer to that, and still couldn't figure out how to get one as she eyed her closet with interest. In her opinion, many of the human garments she had were... 'cute'. And they were only cute for magazines had said as much and certainly nothing printed could be a lie. ...Right?

She finally settled on something relatively simple. Pastels of blues and purples. Ruffles. Sleeveless for once. And perhaps a little shorter than she was used to. It looked almost more like a summer dress, but the season hadn't grown too cold yet. With that thought in mind, Voile felt like it was acceptable.

At the door to the room he'd directed her, Voile paused. A smaller pot of gracidea flowers in one hand, her other rose to knock on his door.

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Everything was fine in his room, she noticed. In fact, she'd noticed it near... immediately. It was hard to ignore it and in a way, Voile felt very out of her element. Although if she'd noticed herself, she might have just conceded to the idea that her natural grace had her fit in well enough.

Without touching anything, for she'd known very well not to touch things that weren't hers, she gave the various pieces of furniture and decor in his room a generous look over. She'd seen the aquarium once before, but not so close, for Warren had only been able to show her so much from the camera for his computer. It was an intriguing piece to be sure.

The vanity was almost elegant in excess. But with the way she eyed it, it was easy to see she was... impressed, if not in utter awe. Slipping her hands behind her back, she turned her attention onto her platinum-haired companion and she found herself with a bit of a shy and modest smile.

"I'm glad you like them," Voile reassured him. "I have a bit of a soft spot for them, I think, but I like all kinds of flowers."

He always did aim to impress, and while she hadn't verbalized it he can see the look of appreciation.

"I have to say I think I rather like the woman who gave them to me more." He purred, taking her hand. As much as he'd love to show off his side of the room and his belongings (every bit as vain as the items he owned), he had some plans.

"Blake! I'm going out." He shouted at his roommate, uncaring if he was heard or if Blake was actually even present. With gentle ushering he lead Voile out of his room.

Who's Blake? After giving it some thought, Voile realised she just couldn't figure out the face the name belonged to.

He took her hand and for many moments, she simply watched him, unsure of what he was doing, or why he was doing it. He could have easily just told her to come along with, so the idea that he used actions to speak for him must have meant something. She simply didn't know what, so even after a few more moments of staring, she decided to just let him have his way.

"...Oh?" she asked him. "Did I interrupt something? You could have told me to come at a different time if you were busy, Seth..."

"No, no" He reassured her with another purr in his voice, "You came at precisely the right time, just like I wanted."

Closing the dormitory door behind him, he lead her by the hand down the hall.

"You know, I was thinking that I need to return the favor of the beautiful flowers you had gotten me."

Down the hall and out into the parking lot, there was a limo waiting for them, the mysterious driver hidden behind darkly tinted windows. One of Seth's cronies in a stolen vehicle, no less, but she didn't need to know that.

"I know it's not much, but after you~" His mind was certainly very far from the thought as he got the door for her.

Just like he wanted. She wasn't sure what it was about hearing his voice, but there was something regarding the tone that made the smallest little shiver crawl up the nape of her neck and simply sit there comfortably.

Her gaze was removed from him and onto the limousine that he pointed out before politely ushering her in. Before she did, however, she couldn't resist protesting against his kindnesses and giving a rather scouting look about, as if on some form of guard - which was the smartest thing she'd done around the platinum haired boy.

"Return the favour?" Voile asked curiously. "What a silly thing to say. I wasn't doing anything to get something in return." The concept was lost on her. The point of doing something for someone else was the warm feeling received from it. If the world constantly repaid others for their generosities, she somehow thought it would lose all of the 'warm and fuzzy' sensations.

But then she did get into the limo, even for as slow as she was, and she most certainly took her time in looking around, even as she tried to ensure the skirts of her dress would sit appropriately whenever she took a seat.

"I want to do it." He clarified, shutting the limo door with a heavy, solid thud.

"Buckle up." He'd be more than happy to invade her personal space and do it for her to see if she'd squirm or not, but noted a bit of unease. Wouldn't do any good spooking dinner off so soon, would it?

Speaking of...

"Driver, we're ready. Take us to the restaurant, please."

As much as she wanted to continue arguing in that oh-so-modest form of hers, Voile took no hesitation to do precisely as he'd requested. After all, safety was the name of the game, and if something happened to her, Voile had the suspicion that more than one person wouldn't be entirely pleased with such an outcome. But she also had an inkling that if Warren were anything the way he presented himself, he wasn't going to let anything happen to her easily.

She took a few moments to look over to him, curious, intrigued, and unsure, but she said nothing to spurn him further. Instead, she focused her attention on the front of the limousine where she was sure his driver sat and waited for his command. A few moments after, she turned her gaze back onto the blonde.

"If you take me somewhere too fancy, I am not dressed for it, and I will not be able to compensate. I am most flattered and privileged, but I don't need fancy things, Seth." In other words, she was low maintenance. Or something like it.

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"Oh, please, don't be so modest." On the contrary, Seth was of such high maintenance that he could have easily compensated for both of them. One might suspect he'd been pampered since he was a kitten but this was not the case.

He worked hard to pamper himself because no one deserved it more. He worked hard and he played hard; it was his every justification that he should get what he wanted.

"You look marvelous." Perhaps the most frightening aspect about him was that he knew how to do it, too.

"Let me spoil you just for one night, as thanks. Please?"

~~Seth used captivate.~~

~~Ohhhh Mister Seth Ohhhh~~

If he had explained to her his likeness for pampering, Voile might have understood it. Instead, she was left in an oblivious ignorance and there were worse things. He made her feel a little odd, undoubtedly, but ultimately she had to admit that he treated her better than Cyrus had. If anything, he seemed eager to dote upon her, which she didn't know how to interpret.

His first words made her turn pink and lifting a hand, she motioned at her hair, adjusting it just enough to hide beneath it. Well, more than what one half of her face was already. Marvelous. He thought she looked marvelous... Really? She thought she looked rather plain...

"If... it's not too much trouble," she replied to him kindly as her hand lowered and joined her other upon her lap. "Thank you for your generosity."

He wasn't about to open up and be honest about how blatantly selfish he really was, but perhaps in due time she'd figure it out. Preferably when it was much too late.

"No trouble at all." He lied, raising her hand slowly to his lips; very slowly, very politely so not to startle her. Arranging this was a bit of trouble, but not necessarily on his end. He had cronies and lackeys and stage shedinjas for that sort of thing. All he had to do was convince them it of what it was worth, and that was about as difficult for him as it was convincing her to show up at his doorstep for a night out on the town.

"I was wondering actually if going to this place might help stir my imagination a little for Host Club. Sometimes it is so challenging thinking up of nice themes without seeming boring." Partially a lie. He'd rehash the same shit over and over because it worked (and was profitable) it he weren't so fussy about his own ideas of perfect presentation.

Indeed, the limo was coming closer to the restaurant, waiting only at the next traffic light to turn in.

Admittedly, there was a very... odd flutter that seemed to be born from the moment his lips met her hand. It traveled over her wrist, up along her forearm, and finally settled at her shoulder where she likened the feeling to a sort of numbness. Unsure of why the sensation even presented itself, Voile had a nigh impossible time drawing her gaze off of the fluid motion made on his end. But not once did she make the effort to withdraw and she didn't quite understand that either.

Finally her gaze found his face again and she nodded slowly as she listened. Her mind played catch up and quickly repeated what he'd offered her. "I really know nothing of host clubs," Voile seemed to have no trouble confessing. "From observance alone, however, I'd say you've had no issues running the one at the academy in the least. You get a good turnout of guests and you have plenty of people - students and faculty, I imagine - even participating."

She eyed a window of the limousine and squinted as she tried to make out the becoming lights in the not-so-far-off distance. "If you are looking for a theme, however... Why not something a little sweet? Flowers, perhaps. They have their own language and you can create quite the ambiance with them - as sentimental as that sounds."

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