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She definitely took note of the way Margaret spoke. So reassuring. From her expression and tone of voice it was as if she had already sampled the jasmine tea that the cafe offered. Though Haruka was sure that she couldn’t have visited that cafe before; she was clearly new to the area. She even said it herself, and from the way she was dressed and the poise in which she carried herself one could tell that she wasn’t a typical Juuban civilian. Her green oculars passed over pale skin and hair, then the stark crimson of her lips before flicking back up to meet her steady gaze. Her own lips parted, the racer prepared to ask the other woman a couple of questions to pass the time while they waited for their tea, but things seemingly took a turn for the opposite as Haruka was barraged with questions instead.

Five questions in a row and she didn’t know how to answer a single one of them. And that last one about having a weakness to blondes, that was something. She supposed it was true but could she tell Margaret that? Haruka figured it was best to start with the other questions first. With how she worded all of them it was like she was unfamiliar with humans! It made Haruka wonder… “Uh, let’s see. Where to start?” She chuckled softly. “Well, you know my name already. And I’m a racer so I’m definitely too fast to be settling down with a family right now. I like cars, running… being as fast as possible.” Like the wind. “I like this particular cafe because it’s very cozy; it actually relaxes me more than it excites me.”

As for her last inquiry… She tended to have a weakness for cutesy and clumsy blondes but Margaret wasn’t too bad herself. At all, actually. “I love blondes,” she replied, the low and husky tones of her voice taking a teasing lilt before dropping with her own question. “Are you normally this curious about people or have I charmed you more than I initially thought?”

It seems that she had surprised Haruka with all of her questions. Perhaps humans weren’t so used to people constantly asking them things. They seemed to have an odd affinity for ‘chatter’ before asking these questions. A lot of it seemed mindless to Margaret, like they were simply talking for the sake of talking rather than gaining knowledge. It went against how she worked. If Margaret wanted something, say, in the way that she hoped Haruka ‘wanted’ her, she would just go for all the avenues that would lead directly to that goal. But maybe there was something to be learned from experimentation, from this ‘chatter’ that was so decided. A simple smile to herself to confirm it, ‘sure, I’ll play this as well.’ She repeated to herself.

“A racer. Well, that makes sense.” An aside, she saw the waitress approach with their tea and gave the woman a pleasent smile of thanks. Placing the tea aside for the moment. “You seem to have an athletic body from what I can tell, so I am not surprised by that.” The way she said it, basically saying ‘I was looking at your body.’ But she said it with no sultry tone or attempt to flirt. It was just ‘I looked over your body’ like a doctor would rather than an admirer. If she thought more about it, she probably did admire it, but the way Haruka was dressed, she could only tell so much. Her eyes were incredibly keen and could pick up things like leg and arm muscles, but the masculine clothing hid enough that Margaret could not pick out. Fascination, really. Holding the tea to her mouth before placing it back down as she made no expression one way or the other about its quality. Unsurprising, her facial expressions were a lost cause if you wanted to ‘read’ the attendant. “I’m less curious than my sister, but I do suppose I have things that interest me. I’m more picky about it though.”

Her eyes drifted over to Haruka’s once again, “You interest me, so I pursued. What that means? I’m not entirely sure. Maybe I like you as a subject, maybe I like you more than that. I’m still mulling it over,” A quiet, ladylike laugh followed the statement. “But you are quite charming. You might be more responsible for my interest than you know.” She lacked any sort of flirting ‘ability’, so it was only natural that she would pursue someone who could make it up for the both of them. “This tea is quite good, as you have said.”

(Source: empressmargaret)

“How embarrassing. A leggy blonde shows up, and I lose focus.”

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Haruka hoped her ‘date’ wouldn’t have noticed the silent exchange between the waitress and herself, but seeing as the pale-haired woman was in such close proximity to them, it would be a miracle if she hadn’t. With the confused look of the waitress and the somewhat nervous and then sheepish expression of Haruka, it was all so blatant. The racer supposed that if Margaret had questions about it she would receive answers once she told her about Michiru. She could only hope the older female wouldn’t ask before she was prepared for it. Her eyes remained on Margaret’s own despite the fact that things were a bit awkward, ears perking at the sound of the waitress writing her order of green tea down on the small notepad in her hands.

Somehow the playfulness in Margaret’s tone helped Haruka relax, a smirk playing across her lips before her gaze shifted to the waitress who was writing the second order of tea. She announced that they did serve the jasmine flavor she desired, and that their drinks would be ready soon before quietly excusing herself. Once it was just the two of them Haruka turned her attention back to the other. “The jasmine tea here is delicious,” the blonde murmured. “I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure it will be wonderful.” She replied to her ‘gentleman’ of the evening. The way Margaret said things just always came off as so reassuring. As if she had hundreds of years of knowledge about every subject and that there was no way she could possibly be wrong. That actually wasn’t too far from the truth. While she would hate to call herself a know-it-all, she did have years upon years of ‘research’ into the human facets of life that she could pull from. But it was all through books, there was some things that could only be learned through experience thus why she would go on these fun little romps into the outside world. Perhaps Haruka would be another thing that Margaret keeps to herself, a time she can look back on and smile. Research was important, but she occasionally made time for fun. Haruka seemed to be quite the source of this ‘fun.’

She placed the menu perfectly flat on the table and let her eyes return to Haruka’s, unwavering in their ‘stare’. She began to wonder if it was an attraction or some sense of competition, or both. “Well, Haruka, while we wait, I was thinking we could go over some things. If you do’t mind of course.” The red, glossy lips smiled towards her date, if she were a more experienced flirt, their color might have been quite the distraction to Haruka. Or maybe they were, who was to know. “As I stated earlier, I do not care where we go, as long as I have some company. You are my current ‘party’, and I think that will stay as I find something about you quite interesting. Maybe even exciting.” The smiled forming again, the woman’s expressions were a mysterious tease that could never be told if it was flirting or just odd mannerisms. “Who are you? What do you like to do in this place? Frankly, you seem a little more exciting than the usual type of civilians who live in cities like this. This is the kind of place where people usually raise families, and you seem a little ‘fast’ for that.” Of course, Margaret didn’t want to assume, but she had a feeling she was right about this ‘player.’ “What do you like? What is it about this place that excites you? Do you have a weakness to blondes?”

(Source: empressmargaret)

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Those gentlemanly and almost chivalrous mannerisms of Haruka’s were something that came naturally; that’s what she would have answered with if someone were to ask her about them. With her flirtatious and teasing nature came the desire to treat any girl she happened to meet as nicely and respectfully as possible, whether it meant opening a door for her, pulling out a seat for her, offering to drive her around so she wouldn’t have to walk and the like. That’s why she did those particular things for Margaret, excluding the driving part since she’d been wandering about on foot that day. Maybe one day if they had an opportunity to meet again Haruka could treat her to a ride along the coast in her car. Although that tended to be a special thing she only did with Michiru… Hmm.

A waitress approached once they were both seated, quietly asking what the two of them would like to order and the blonde settled for a cup of green tea for herself. The waitress seemed puzzled as if she expected Haruka to be there with the aqua-haired beauty at her side as usual, but this time around she had a different girl with her—Margaret. As if she could sense her puzzlement, Haruka flashed a reassuring smile and the waitress chuckled softly before averting her gaze.

She really did come off like a player. With a soft sigh Haruka ran a hand through the short crop of sandy hair on her head before rubbing at the back of her neck. “Margaret, what would you like?” That was when her green eyes shifted over the other female again, the racer noticing and appreciating how poised and classy she seemed in everything she did, even while sitting. 

Her golden eyes peaked up at the arriving waitress. She seemed to have some sort of silent exchange with Haruka, and Margaret, the curious thing she was ,couldn’t help but to notice it. She didn’t quite pick anything up from it, but perhaps she could ask about it later. Perhaps not. She did not want to try into her date’s personal life unless it felt necessary. It was simply ‘dressing’ and not crucial information. Maybe it would come up casually during their conversation. The elegant one had a way of interrogating people without them knowing they were being interrogated. She caught the glance from Haruka and confidently met her eyes with her own. Not once did she look away, though she addressed the waitress, she kept her eyes on Haruka’s.

“What would I like? Well, that is certainly a broad question isn’t it.” A small smile formed on her lips, a tinge of playfulness behind it. Just how playful Margaret got? A complete mystery, among many relating to the fair skinned beauty. The waitress had seemed bewildered by Margaret’s presence in general. Of course, she could not blame the girl. There was nothing ‘typical’ about how Margaret appeared, from her eyes to her posture to her hair to the color of her skin. She just closely resembled humans enough to not be considered a monster but still far away for those to gawk at her. Eyes kept onto Haruka’s still, “I would like Jasmine tea, if you serve it. If not, I would like whatever my handsome date is having.” Finally, her eyes left Haruka’s and met the waitress’s with a smile, though less playful than the one she delivered to the short haired blonde. 

(Source: empressmargaret)

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Philemon life lesson of the Day:

Calm your tits, children. You’re not Diana, you only have two to deal with. Calm them gently, and you will all be the more happier.

Also get off of his lawn.

PHILEMON: OUT.

Margaret’s not so sure she’s as into this new Philemon handbook as the previous volumes.

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Haruka had so many questions to ask the other female once they reached their destination. She knew not to ask too many, otherwise she’d come off as nosy or intruding. Such behavior could possibly scare her ‘date’ away and it wasn’t the blonde’s place to know every little thing about her. Though she was sure Margaret had the same amount of questions for her if not more. As they made their way toward the cafe her green gaze occasionally moved to the other female, either out of her own curiosity or because she felt Margaret’s own eyes on her. Being stared at wasn’t new to Haruka—she had lots of fans and admirers who did that. But most girls she flirted with tended to blush and look away after a certain amount of time while Margaret did the exact opposite. It was different and interesting.

Another grin found its way across Haruka’s lips at her words, a hand coming out to open the door of the cafe for Margaret in a gentlemanly manner once they reached it. That sort of line was indeed one that she said to girls a lot, but Margaret seemed to appreciate it and that was all the racer had hoped for. The sudden shift of her voice to that sultry tone was enough to make Haruka’s eyes widen, a hand coming to the back of her neck to gently rub at it. “Haha, I hope I can.” Although Haruka was a flirt, she did have a significant other to come home to as she always did… It’d probably be best to mention that to Margaret sooner or later.

And she would. It wasn’t something she could just ignore no matter how interesting this new date of hers was. Even if she did remind her of Michiru in certain ways. “I agreed to show you around and yet I’m taking you to have tea with me instead of actually sight-seeing. This is okay with you?” 

This cafe that her guide had brought her to was quite a quaint little place. Large enough to freely move about it, but small enough that it didn’t seem like some part of a major franchise chain. The decorations, the colors, the fabric, a lot of it reminded her of her ‘home.’ It was pleasant enough though she would hope that it was not their last visit. She did desire to see new things, but truth be told, it did not matter. Her interest was in mankind. The tour request to Haruka was simply a formality. Her goal was to talk to the charming one. To learn about her, to figure out what made her special, to figure out what her interests were. All humans were different, but there was a little something extra with this Haruka. Margaret just wasn’t sure of what it was yet, if it was just an overabundance of heart and courage or something more. She loved a good mystery, either way.

Unsurprisingly, her ‘date’ had taken out her seat for her. Very expected but very appreciated. Everything that the other did reminded Margaret of the movies that humans watched, particularly the females. She wondered if Haruka had also seen those movies and picked up her ‘traits’ from there, or if she simply did it because of a way she was raised. These questions did peak Margaret’s curiosity  but they would only be allowed if Margaret found the time for them. There was so many other things that she wanted to know about that her limited time with the other would hopefully allow. And yet, Margaret would never be so nosy and forward with the information. How fun of a chase would that be? She would simply poke and tease the information out of Haruka, limited time or not. It would be more fun that way, and Margaret got to have so little of this ‘fun.’ Perhaps that was also why she approached Haruka. For ‘fun.’ Even the attendant was sometimes unsure of what she wanted. Once placed in her seat, Margaret had the most perfect of posture. It should not have surprised anyone given by the way she walked with an amount of poise that would take years to craft for any kind of fashion model. The precious book was placed in her lap with her hands placed atop it. Eyes followed Haruka as she took her own seat, “I do not mind where you take me. Truthfully, I am just thankful to get out. The location does not matter much to me as long as you promise to make them interesting.”

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The smile that played across her lips at Margaret’s compliment couldn’t be hidden. It even widened to a grin as she gestured for the other woman to follow her along down the sidewalk in the direction of the cafe she often frequented. Not the popular Fruits Parlor Crown, but a different and smaller cafe that was almost more of an intimate setting. Not that she was trying to take Margaret out on a date, but that wasn’t unlike something Haruka would do after meeting a cute girl. As usual she wasn’t expecting anything serious to come of it. She supposed it couldn’t hurt to treat her to tea, and maybe after that she could show her some of the other sights that Juuban had to offer. Haruka could only wish she’d brought her bike or car along instead of moving by foot that day…

“I’m glad to hear that you think I’m handsome. I get that a lot, but it seems to mean so much more from you.” There she was again, attempting to get Margaret to blush when she knew full well that it wouldn’t happen. Even so, the racer wouldn’t stop flirting with her while she could. Margaret was so different—from her appearance to the way she spoke. Such formality and mystery; it was all very intriguing to Haruka. “So Margaret, what brings you here to Azabu-Juuban? I’d like to hope it was myself.”  

As she assumed, by the way Haruke carried herself, the way she walked, the way she talked, the swagger in her every step, she was quite the ‘player’. Or that’s what she believed the humans tended to call it. It was the moniker addressed to her Wildcard which Haruka continued to remind her of. If she had a ‘type’ that had to be defined, that may be it. It was a fun challenge. Perhaps it was her own ego, but the idea of the desired desiring her was the most thrilling of chases. For what good was her time in this real world if she could not have fun and be chased by a handsome girl. Haruka was certainly attractive, but it was a unique kind of attractive. Perhaps this was Margaret going for her opposite, a rougher type to go with her reserved, ‘classical’ beauty. That was not to say the woman did not strike her as proper either, however. She was intelligent and dressed smartly, not as if she showed up covered in motor oil.

Margaret always stood out. No matter where it was or when it was. Her skin was fair, and it was obvious she was not of asian descent, the continent they seemed to be in. Her clothes were odd enough but could also double as a super model’s garb, but her eyes were always the biggest one. She had assumed golden eyes were a fairly common thing until she began exploring the real world. It should be no surprise though, Margaret was ‘created’ rather than born. That said it all about her differences. As she strolled along the sidewalk, she seemed to have more interest in gazing upon Haruka. However, when most girls would look away and blush when caught staring, Margaret continued. It was some kind of combination of admiration and interest. There was no undressing with her eyes, it was simply a stare like one would stare out a window at the trees. “Oh I imagine you say that to all the girls.” This one seemed to know her way around her words, but Margaret believed her sincerity for some reason. “Hm, I have my reasons for visiting, but you could be a good reason to stay.” And with that, Margaret showed just a little bit of a sultry tone, “If you can convince me.” A playful smile at her ‘date’ before stepping into the cafe.

(Source: empressmargaret)

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Old hen? She did a double-take as if she hadn’t heard or seen correctly. Haruka was a teenager herself; only sixteen years old with a driver’s license and the maturity of an adult. She could tell that the other female was older than her by a few years, but it couldn’t possibly be enough to classify her as an old hen. Margaret didn’t look that way to her at all! “I can tell you that you’re far from that. An embarrassment or an old hen,” the blonde replied with a light shake of her head, her eyes never leaving Margaret’s own. 

“Like I said, you’re very pretty. Being seen with you could never be an embarrassment—more like an honor.” But it could be something to talk about if people happened to see the famous Tenoh Haruka with an unnamed woman. Oh well, she was simply showing her around and nothing more. They’d be making a big deal out of nothing, and on a quiet day like that one Haruka doubted anyone would come across them together. “I’m not opposed at all. I could take you to the local cafe, if you’d like.” Which was in convenient walking distance.  

Ahh, all these compliments and yet she had not said a thing in return other than calling Haruka charming. She was, of course. She did believe that custom liked to dictate a compliment for a compliment, even if one desired to act like a prize of some sort. There was so many ways that courting worked, the whole experience excited Margaret every time. It never showed in that pale, expressionless face of hers, but she very much looked forward to this. Looked forward to how the day would transpire, looked forward to see this Haruka’s ‘moves’, so to speak. She carried herself with such confidence. How did this one address her dates, did she lavish praise or let her actions speak. The game was on, so to say thought Margaret may have not been specific of what she considered this. She did not know of Haruka’s reputation, so for all she knew, Haruka could be thinking that she would try to get rid of Margaret as quickly as possible.

Well, perhaps she could show a little bit of her own interest then, “Very pretty… I’ve heard these words before, but I appreciate them every time. Not as a surplus to my confidence but I find it positive that you think I’m pretty. I believe that you are… ” She tried to think of the words that would best suit this stranger. The way she dressed, what would she prefer to hear? “You are quite handsome. Distractingly so, in fact. I think that may be a reason why I contacted you in such a way.” There was no rules against flirting outside of the Velvet Room. Unfortunately, Margaret’s tone always made her words hard to read in their sincerity, but Haruka seemed a little more perceptive than most. “A cafe sounds lovely. Lead the way, prince charming.”

(Source: empressmargaret)