Cup of Pheremones {Yajinden}

[Anonymous]

His career was going well and along with his career, he was slowly becoming more and more popular as a fashion designer. It was flattering, don't get him wrong. He was so glad that people were looking more and more into his style and more and more into his ways but on the other hand it was a lot for him to take on and he wanted to expand his business, he wanted to get his name out there and get his face out onto more boards. Already he was gaining status in the system, he was already treated as an entertainer and so had access to much of Haviah now but being able to see more, to do more was always in his schedule. Since he could never get into pilot school or get a dragon for himself he would have to continue being an idol and keeping his idol status. He wanted to do this not only for himself but also for Michi. The little kitsune that lived with him was his best friend and he cared for the little guy and he wanted to make him happy, and he wanted to surprise him with the best food and the best gigs and even though they were doing well and were hardly starving or out of money there was no such thing as too much anymore. Moving into a mansion with a pool and some more friends for Michi would be ideal so he was going to work for that. And in order to make that come true, he needed a business plan and so he had gotten in contact with someone that could help him.

He didn't know much about her but he had plenty of time to worry about that on the way there. He changed into his daily clothing but not after some careful deliberation. He stood there, stark naked for a while as he looked into his closet. There were so many different things that he could wear but what was it that he was going to go with? Finally he gave a sigh, wasting far too much time with his deliberation and he closed his eyes and spun around, pointing to a random spot in his closet. When he opened it up he gave a little smile and pulled the outfit out of the closet. It was a purple shirt that had many man-made holes and various patches on it with the matching skirt and some blue and purple fur leggings with some purple vinyl claws poking out from the end of it. He wanted to look cute and it was all matching. He felt as though if it were matching it just made him look more uniform and unified. After he got dressed, he started on his makeup, making it look like feathers around the corners of his completely black eyes. Once he was done, he pulled out his blue and purple rex-lace wig and he set it on his head, making sure that it was laying just right and after some finishing touches like pulling on his favorite set of platform shoes, he was out of the apartment and towards a pretty popular side cafe to meet with the one named Cyril, even though he wasn't really sure what to expect.

He walked in and he asked if someone was waiting for him but hearing that no one was there yet, he was sat near one of the windows and he was given the menu to start looking over it. He wondered what was good here and what he should get. He had only been here a few times, most of those times with dates that he was paying more attention to rather than the drinks that they had or the sandwiches or whatever they sold here. Looking at the menu, he had no idea what it was that he wanted. Did he want to have one of the salads or perhaps one of these delicious-sounding sandwiches that were just calling to be eaten? He supposed that it all depended on how bad he wanted to be. These things couldn't be good for you but with the metabolism like he had it was no great surprise that he could eat whatever he wanted and however much he wanted and things wouldn't change. He would always be the tiny little figure that he was after all. He put the menu, waiting for his meeting for the morning, taking a sip from the water that was put in front of him. He felt naked without some sort of lipstick on, but with him out to eat, he didn't really want to get it everywhere so he would just wait until after this meeting and then he could finish getting dressed up if it was that he wanted to go somewhere.

[Anonymous]

Unless Cyril could find a way to make herself an idol as a personal shopper for the rich and occasaionlly famous, working in the Upper Class district was the closest she was going to get to the life everyone else seemed to want. Cyril was actually quite happy with the strange medium she had established in living relatively below the radar in a single family home at the highest point the Middle-Class level allowed and working each day in the Upper Class levels.

She was well known by those she needed to be known by but otherwise nameless and unwatched by the powers that be. No reason to be watched, to be flagged, to be forced into the military or worse. Just a very business savy personal shopper who has mangaged to create a cliente list that would make even the most well connected millionaire quite jealous. And her prices were most reasonable.

Cryil hadn't been surprised to be contacted by Kuku. He was an idol on the rise as a DJ turned fashion designer and that meant he would have less and less time to go out and buy things for himself which meant he needed someone who could learn his tastes quickly and fill them whether it was for some sculpture or the right faucet for the eight bathroom in his estate. Being a designer himself, he clearly would not need her help with clothing.

With that in mind, she had taken the time to find out what some of his designs looked like and went out and barrowed the current most popular style from the top designer in the city (Mikail Coors, he was such a doll) in a color scheme that fit Kuku's apparent tastes. Her strawberry hair she had streaked with bright lime green and pulled up into the pig-tail's she preferred while the skin tight bodysuit showed off all the right curves with lime green highlights on a hot pink background to really emphasize them. Her tiny pair of horns stuck out from under her bangs and she decided not to busy up her soft, droopy ears with any jewelry.

She arrived at the location fashionably late by five minutes and was escorted to her lunch date by a waiter who was terribly cute. She took extra care to flirt with him and hold his hand long enough to get a good feel for his mind and place her dream link there for later. The place itself was rather gauche, in her opinion. Much more a place one went to to actually eat than to have any sort of meeting meant to impress a person.

Cyril sincerely hoped Kuku didn't think this was a date.

She smiled brightly as she sat down across from the man, "Kuku darling, so sorry I'm late. Traffic was a beast. I hope you had a better time getting here than I did."

[Anonymous]

It wasn't until recently that he began to get popular but as he did he found that he was getting more and more popular by leaps and bounds and it was getting a bit overwhelming for him. But despite how big he was getting, he wanted to stay in his little modest apartment with his friend since he was all settled in there and it was nice and cozy and it was good for him he thought. It was good for both him and Michi actually but to have someone who was going to be willing to help him with the shopping and the other daily activities that he needed, well it was going to be nice, he just hoped that Cyril liked him and that he found that he could accept having someone helping him. He was a very independent male and it would take some getting used to but he sure could use the help. Giving a smile at some of the passing waiters, he waved to them with the little motion that attracted attention and yet not demanded their undivided gaze and some of the waiters took the bait and started to move in closer before they were shown away by someone else and he was once again left alone. It was a bit sad and lonely without anyone to talk to and he gave a little sigh as he sat back in his chair, looking out the window with his chin on one hand and he watched the people moving in front of the window, a few coming into the restaurant but most of them made their way on past.

As he was waiting for what seemed like forever he finally felt someone approaching him and he looked back to see who it was when to his surprise, he found that it was a female with some colors in her hair that were quite complimentary to his own look and she looked quite cute with what she was wearing and he gave a smile, standing up to face her as she approached. After all that was only the right thing to do he felt, when you were meeting someone for the first time, and that was to stand up and greet them so that it wasn't quite so relaxed. He didn't know her yet but as he would get to know her better he would get more and more relaxed until she was fine with him and he was fine with her and then and only then would he not stand up as she approached. Giving her a little bow, he then approached her and opened his arms to give her a hug even though she could deny him if she so wanted to. He was quite flamboyantly gay and had no sense of personal space. He seemed to be quite happy and Kuku gave a little chuckle before he went back to his seat, taking a seat across from her and he reached to take a drink of his water. Did he think this was a date? No, but he figured that since they were meeting professionally then it would be good if they were to meet somewhere that had more of that ambiance he associated with being in a business meeting.

Giving a nod of his head with Cyril's words, he ran his fingers down the menu in front of him. "Don't worry about it. I am glad that you could meet with me Cyril love," he said, figuring that if he was called a cute name like that then he could call her a cute name in return and he rather liked the way that it rolled off of his tongue. Attaching love to the end of her name just made everything so much more intimate and rather adorable. "I more or less walked here from the train. How are you doing today?" He asked her as he leaned on the table some with his elbows, watching her with his eerily dark eyes. He wanted to get to know her some but his stomach growled as well, demanding his attention and he gave a little chuckle. "And what is it that you would like to eat?" He asked her happily, some of his dreads over one of his shoulder but he didn't seem to notice or care about it. Despite the weight of his falls he had gotten so used to them that they no longer bothered him and he wouldn't be seen out in public if he didn't have on his full regalia. He watched her, gauging her reactions to him and also gauging how she reacted to his questions and her answers. After all, so much could be told from the other side of a conversation, the side never quite spoken aloud.