Third Person Sample: The game corner was one of those places that Tsukiyama tended to frequent, if for no better reason than it was incredibly easy to remain relatively unnoticed here no matter what he was doing or wearing; people were always so absorbed in their games, in throwing money away with great and unrivaled force, that he wasn't particularly conspicuous unless he chose to be. And it was amazing, always, what people would do if they thought no one was looking; stealing, lying, having affairs, counting cards at blackjack - it was fascinating, the vices humans would allow themselves as long as they thought they could get away with it. To say nothing of the way most of them ran their mouths... And the funny thing was, not all of them were normally cheats and liars, he was fairly sure - why, most of these people would probably consider themselves at least decent rather than simply owning their decadence and moving on with their lives.
It was amusing, really.
But he wasn't there for the liars today, nor was he there for the games; oh, perhaps he'd allow himself to get drawn into a game of cards tonight, but that was best reserved for the later hours, when there were beautiful women who'd had a bit too much too drink and found themselves receptive to charming words in languages they obviously didn't understand, and weren't in much of a state to question exactly why he was remaining so close to their elbow and didn't think anything of leaning into him a bit and letting him pick up the light scent of their skin, offset by the artificial fragrances coating their hair and dabbed lightly over their necks and wrists. There was nothing he could do with all that sensory information here, of course, but it was calming in some way that he couldn't really articulate. (At least until he found someone particularly nice, at which point that tended to be just disappointing, but c'est la vie.)
But today it was still bright outside, entirely too much so for someone to be stuck indoors, and this place was still horrendously dim and dreary in comparison no matter how many lights and sounds were firing off – it was all fake and industrial – and as such Tsukiyama normally wouldn't be here; as it stood, though, he was looking to see someone in particular.
He had rudbeckias with him, an armful of them, bright yellow in color; Hinami had liked those, he remembered vaguely. It'd been a while since he'd seen her, but he was sure she was awaiting his return along with the rest of them - and why wouldn't she be, even if she weren't frozen in time back home? Really.
He managed to find what he'd been looking for off to the side; she was young and charming in her own way, if a bit plain...and most importantly she was prone to that aforementioned tendency to shoot her mouth off without thinking. A few of those flowers laced into her hair and an invitation to dinner would be more than enough to do it, he was fairly sure; she'd proven to be a valuable source of unintentional information about what the local League of Villainy was doing with its time lately, and he'd recently been put in contact with the resident Hero Coalition. Might as well make the best of the situation, n'est-ce pas?
...OKAY I'M DONE I PROMISE
The game corner was one of those places that Tsukiyama tended to frequent, if for no better reason than it was incredibly easy to remain relatively unnoticed here no matter what he was doing or wearing; people were always so absorbed in their games, in throwing money away with great and unrivaled force, that he wasn't particularly conspicuous unless he chose to be. And it was amazing, always, what people would do if they thought no one was looking; stealing, lying, having affairs, counting cards at blackjack - it was fascinating, the vices humans would allow themselves as long as they thought they could get away with it. To say nothing of the way most of them ran their mouths... And the funny thing was, not all of them were normally cheats and liars, he was fairly sure - why, most of these people would probably consider themselves at least decent rather than simply owning their decadence and moving on with their lives.
It was amusing, really.
But he wasn't there for the liars today, nor was he there for the games; oh, perhaps he'd allow himself to get drawn into a game of cards tonight, but that was best reserved for the later hours, when there were beautiful women who'd had a bit too much too drink and found themselves receptive to charming words in languages they obviously didn't understand, and weren't in much of a state to question exactly why he was remaining so close to their elbow and didn't think anything of leaning into him a bit and letting him pick up the light scent of their skin, offset by the artificial fragrances coating their hair and dabbed lightly over their necks and wrists. There was nothing he could do with all that sensory information here, of course, but it was calming in some way that he couldn't really articulate. (At least until he found someone particularly nice, at which point that tended to be just disappointing, but c'est la vie.)
But today it was still bright outside, entirely too much so for someone to be stuck indoors, and this place was still horrendously dim and dreary in comparison no matter how many lights and sounds were firing off – it was all fake and industrial – and as such Tsukiyama normally wouldn't be here; as it stood, though, he was looking to see someone in particular.
He had rudbeckias with him, an armful of them, bright yellow in color; Hinami had liked those, he remembered vaguely. It'd been a while since he'd seen her, but he was sure she was awaiting his return along with the rest of them - and why wouldn't she be, even if she weren't frozen in time back home? Really.
He managed to find what he'd been looking for off to the side; she was young and charming in her own way, if a bit plain...and most importantly she was prone to that aforementioned tendency to shoot her mouth off without thinking. A few of those flowers laced into her hair and an invitation to dinner would be more than enough to do it, he was fairly sure; she'd proven to be a valuable source of unintentional information about what the local League of Villainy was doing with its time lately, and he'd recently been put in contact with the resident Hero Coalition. Might as well make the best of the situation, n'est-ce pas?