( she waved her hand back at him, nearly clapping her fingers together in a playful manner as she dismissed his words and winking, yet again. he was far too outrageous for a woman like her who so dearly held onto the idea of true love despite all of her own mistakes back home, but now where things had settled down just a bit, she simply swayed away his efforts.
the focus was on the tour and his cooking, simply that and no more. she was so confident she wasn't going to sing for him, that she hadn't even practiced nor taken much preparations [yet there was always that nervous energy biting at the back of her mind that he would actually impress her].
once they reached the back of the living room, she opened the door to the guest bathroom, revealing a more tender kind of set up. in addition to the heart shaped tub and few other vintage looking trinkets, there were roses scattered around the floor in vases. once he got a good look, she closed the door and then opened another, revealing a strange room with a few projectors in the center of it, all four walls displaying her memories of various sub cities of tokyo. )
Well that's it for now, I'm still kinda working on getting more going on in the suite. I'm still pretty new to all this, actually having a home so I'm still....working on ideas.
( pretty much since she turned eighteen, she had been living out of a suitcase, going from hotel to hotel as her band took off. )
So should we get to cooking? I'm quite famished, I could faint at any moment~ ( and to emphasize her point, she placed the back of her right hand against her forehead, leaning back as if she were truly about to faint. )
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( she waved her hand back at him, nearly clapping her fingers together in a playful manner as she dismissed his words and winking, yet again. he was far too outrageous for a woman like her who so dearly held onto the idea of true love despite all of her own mistakes back home, but now where things had settled down just a bit, she simply swayed away his efforts.
the focus was on the tour and his cooking, simply that and no more. she was so confident she wasn't going to sing for him, that she hadn't even practiced nor taken much preparations [yet there was always that nervous energy biting at the back of her mind that he would actually impress her].
once they reached the back of the living room, she opened the door to the guest bathroom, revealing a more tender kind of set up. in addition to the heart shaped tub and few other vintage looking trinkets, there were roses scattered around the floor in vases. once he got a good look, she closed the door and then opened another, revealing a strange room with a few projectors in the center of it, all four walls displaying her memories of various sub cities of tokyo. )
Well that's it for now, I'm still kinda working on getting more going on in the suite. I'm still pretty new to all this, actually having a home so I'm still....working on ideas.
( pretty much since she turned eighteen, she had been living out of a suitcase, going from hotel to hotel as her band took off. )
So should we get to cooking? I'm quite famished, I could faint at any moment~ ( and to emphasize her point, she placed the back of her right hand against her forehead, leaning back as if she were truly about to faint. )