The music was muffled in the room they were ushered into, but the bass could still be heard. Mic told the man to have his assistant take out the "piss track" and run the "emergency" one instead, and the door closed behind them.
They were alone.
Elly immediately flopped into a chair, her knees weak. "My Mark matched with <i>Present Mic</i>. Seriously? And - and why are they so big and bright? They looked like they were glowing in the club! No one's does that!"
"All right," he held up one finger as he struggled to slide his heavy leather jacket off. "Lemme just... christ!" He all but tore it off, tossing it onto a chair along with the headphones he had slung around his neck. The headphones clattered to the floor, however, sliding off the supple leather and he swore again. "Fucking new 'phones."
He sighed and ran a gloved hand across his cheek. "So, ah, first off. My name is Hizashi." He reached out and squeezed her hand in his when she offered. "Hizashi Yamada."
"Elly Sketchit."
"Mmn. You look... d'ya have a nickname too?"
Elly shyly looked down at her striped leggings and twitched her tail that matched. "Cheshire."
"Sweet. Your coloring totes matches the Cheshire cat and all. First I thought it was a costume, but then, yanno, yer ears moved and stuff."
Speaking of getting a good look, now that they were alone, she could really take him in. He was tall - she was guessing at least six foot -- and lean, too, but in a muscled sort of way. His chest without the jacket looked ripped under the plain white t-shirt he wore. His hair was blond and had been slicked into a massive cockatiel plume, which in most forms of employment would look ridiculous but somehow fit his party hard, free expression workstyle. He was wearing leather, the padded, studded jacket set aside for now but the pants and boots were to match, with buckles and a red belt straight from the eighties with metalwork inlay. A pair of white, orange tinted sunglasses were apparently prescription, because he hadn't taken them off even now. In passing, she noticed he had a very vintage style of mustache on his pouty upper lip - two separate parts that grew out, not in, and were pointed like his hair.
He glanced down at his arm again and then at her. "Holy shit," he whispered. "This is really happening."
Elly was quick to respond. "Yeah, and it's awkward."
"I always thought it wouldn't be." He made a face, wrinkling that strange (<i>adorable</i>!) mustache as he did. "I mean, I know I want to see you again, but it still feels like I'm asking a complete stranger out."
"Aren't you?"
He leaned forward on his knees to speak in an impassioned, throbbing voice. She could see he was skilled at controlling his tone and he dropped to a baritone instead of the light tenor he was talking in before. "It's not the same! We're <i>soulmates</i>, yo. We were like, literally made for each other." He paused. "You still look unconvinced."
"I - I don't know. It's a lot to think about. And you're a celebrity, for crying out loud!"
"Okay, yeah. I get it. I really do." He took off his sunglasses and reached out with his free hand to cup her chin in his. The leather of his fingerless gloves was very soft. "Sure we just met, but look into my eyes and tell me you could walk away."
Elly grew faint again. There was something so special, so <i>glorious</i>, about those mesmerizing eyes of his. She was enthralled, excited yet comfortable, aroused but not just in lust.
Mic - <i>Hizashi</i>, she reminded herself -- tore his gaze away with what appeared to be some difficulty. His chest was heaving and there was a very noticeable blush spreading across the bridge of his nose. "I - I can't <i>do</i> that for too long," he gasped. "It's embarrassing, but it wrecks me. Your eyes are so ..." He trailed off, shaking his head in awe.
"Perfect," she murmured.
"Hmm?"
"Your eyes are so perfect." She laughed shakily and held out her phone. "We need to exchange numbers before we forget. Not like I could ever not find you, though. You're all over the place."
Hizashi sat back and fumbled in his jacket pockets for a few minutes. "Where... where the hell - aha!"
"And we need to make a date. You still have to work tonight and it'll be too late when you finish."
He grumbled a bit but nodded. "Yeah." Then he brightened at another idea. "Is tomorrow too early? I can meet with you after you get off work."
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