Hatori-sohma

hatori-sohma

           “And where exactly did you think Ayame                  learned his fierce work-ethic from?”

With an arched brow, Hatori turned towards the false maid and moved to rest his chin in his palm, and his elbow on his desk. He hadn’t expected company, admittedly, particularly not so from the serpent’s partner. ‘Partner,’ yes, in all senses of the word- that was what Mine was to Ayame. In a way, it was comforting for the physician- to know Aya had a safety net when things grew rough. It was… Relieving.

Hatori found her to be an interesting creature herself, to so readily accept their curse, to join this circus called the Sohma clan while batting her eyelashes innocently. It was… Intriguing.

Snuffing out the cigarette- the scent would ‘cling’ to the expensive fabric, and stain the garment brown (how many times had Mine chided Hatori for it), Hatori moved to now stand, opting to pour his visitor a little drink. A bit cheekily, he extended the glass out towards her, and it was here that he issued a silent challenge: this is one of my best years, how many sips of this scotch will it take before you’re on the floor? Let’s see how you hold your liquor, Mine.

                                “This should loosen us up. Drink.”

“No sex can be a pretty powerful motivator, Tori.” She retorts, adjusting her glasses as if proving a point. A serious expression seems to take over her usual cheerful demeanor, though it only lasts briefly before the corners of her lips twitch into a grin. While she herself was very open about her sexuality, she knew a certain dragon who was not. With a soft chuckle she smooths out the front of her dress, making sure her apron was just right. “All jokes aside, I think it speaks volumes that Aya listens to every word you have to say. I’m sure you definitely had a hand in his discipline when it comes to his craft. He’s about as difficult, if not more so, to pull away from his work.”

Her gaze lingers on the cigarette that he snuffs out, giving him a knowing look before following him as he stood to pour her a drink. It was no secret that Hatori liked his whiskey, and not just any old whiskey; his profession did well to fund his guilty pleasure by allowing him some of the best liquor money could buy. With a nod she accepts the silent challenge, taking the glass and proudly knocking it back before wrinkling her nose a little at the burn. “Ah... I feel honored that you’re sharing a drink with me. Hopefully this means you’ll allow yourself some time to relax. Aya is out of town with some potential clients, so you’ll have to forgive my selfish desire to want to spend time with you. It’s not often enough that it’s just the two of us.”

asa-sohma

       “Let me finish these and then I’ll make you anything you want to eat that is an actual meal.” Asa tossed a few of the beans into her mouth. She couldn’t very well let Mine live on dark chocolate covered coffee beans alone, the girl needed other food in her.

“Ohh?” It wasn’t as though Mine was particularly opposed to cooking, in reality she was actually quite skilled at preparing meals for herself and Ayame (though she much preferred baking if she were being honest), but that didn’t mean she would turn down a free meal. “Perhaps something that’ll warm us up now that it’s beginning to get frigid outside! I can even help with the preparations!”

;;sometimes if I’m feeling down I remember how Ayame always gets down on his knees and puts on Mine’s shoes before they head out without ever even being asked and I??? cry 5ever???

sohmasnake

               “ MY my my — dear, your skin is flawless and I DID happen to be use the face wash that you suggested to me. It WORKS wonders for my pores. The stuff you gave me protects my skin with its high antibacterial potency  and with the help of eating STRAWBERRIES we will both walk away flawlessly – together.”         Enjoying times like this, ALLOWING himself to be comfortable – allowing himself to be —- well, himself. ALTHOUGH he never DID have a problem with doing such before — it was just comforting to know that whatever he did do NOW, there was no rejections or people painfully putting up with his existence over all ( — it never really did OCCUR to him that people didn’t like him till just a few days ago. He ALWAYS considered himself to be pretty much ideal )  Unlike others, Ayame didn’t really enjoy silences, comforting or not. He felt although there needed to be some type of conversation OTHERWISE the company would just up and leave. ( – the FEAR of that only settled in the back of his mind. )

              Once taking another sip he’d sigh happily, placing it down on the saucer.   “  I MUST say, the details you are putting into the lace do certainty add a NICE touch to the front. I thought maybe the supplementary elements might have THROWN it off. How INDISTINCT my brief look was — remind me to look it over my thoroughly in the future.”   SOMETIMES even he WANTED to get a project done more QUICKLY than that of the deadline but you can NEVER rush art.

“Aya-chan, you simply spoil me with compliments. I’m glad to hear that the face wash works though, I’ll be sure to pick up more of it when I go out next~!” She chirps, taking another sip of her tea and happily listening to Ayame ramble on. Unlike others she never really found herself bothered by the snake, only ever becoming frustrated when he overexerted himself too much. He was a beautiful man dedicated to his beautiful craft and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Perhaps that was why she never really understood the commonly asked question as to ‘how she dealt with him’. Ayame was undoubtedly the best thing to come into her life, a thought that proved true every time he would kneel to place her shoes upon her feet before heading out. “There’s a new little shop that specializes in beauty products that I’ve been wanting us to visit! When this project is finished I’d love to plan a little date.”

She nurses the warm cup of tea between her hands, nimble fingers wrapped in a few colorful bandages from having poked herself sewing the very lace he spoke of. One last sip is taken before she sets her cup down in the saucer, bringing her hands together in a cheerful little clap. “You think so? It’s certainly a time-consuming task, but I think it’s worth it! The lace design matches perfectly with the beautiful fabric you chose~!”

“What’re you going to do with that dessert?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Be good and help me with some errands and maybe I’ll show you later.”

;;going to add things to my queue and ahhhh I love looking at all this cute fashion.