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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 16, 2013 20:51:34 GMT -5
"I'll take that as a yes," he grinned.
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 16, 2013 20:51:57 GMT -5
"Fine, do so," she said.
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 16, 2013 20:59:19 GMT -5
"Excellent! I'll pick you up at eight o-clock tonight."
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 16, 2013 20:59:41 GMT -5
"Do you need to know where my apartment is?"
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 16, 2013 21:03:06 GMT -5
"That would be helpful."
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 16, 2013 21:03:18 GMT -5
She gave him an address and room number.
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 16, 2013 21:05:08 GMT -5
He had his driver memorize it quickly.
"See you tonight," said Hikaru, "I'll be looking forward to it."
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 16, 2013 21:05:42 GMT -5
"I'm sure you are," she said, hanging up and going onto her apartment.
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 16, 2013 21:08:25 GMT -5
Hikaru then called the number of an extravagant restaurant and made reservations for two. It was sorta last minute, but after identifying himself as the heir to the prestigious Corday family the concierge assured him a table would be readied immediately.
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 16, 2013 21:17:27 GMT -5
She didn't know what she should wear for something like this, so she chose not to decide until it was time to go. She spent her time alone in the apartment, just dealing with miscellaneous paperwork.
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 17, 2013 14:13:50 GMT -5
Hikaru arrived at his mansion where he was greated by a congo line of a butlers and maids. His father wasn't home, typical, but his grandmother was sitting in the parlor. He had no time to talk with her so he snuck past the parlor room and headed to his own room to get ready.
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 17, 2013 18:10:53 GMT -5
In her time, Inori ended up solely focusing on the paperwork. It had really piled up on her...
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 17, 2013 18:41:30 GMT -5
Hikaru took a shower where he used only the finest shampoo made from extinct flowers. He got out and his flustered maid wrapped his body in a towel made of the finest oriental silk.
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Post by Inori Haruna on Jan 17, 2013 18:42:49 GMT -5
Finally done, Inori didn't know how to kill time, so she went, found a book she barely read any of, and started.
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Post by Hikaru Sasaki/Enter on Jan 17, 2013 18:48:39 GMT -5
After putting on his finest suit and combing his hair with his solid platinum comb, Hikaru still had time to kill. He went to the music room where he began to practice the violin.
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