Where the creeps be creepin'

Fair enough. Okay, Shen. I need to ask you to leave, so I can make myself decent.

Alright. My apologies for dropping in like this. I very definitely hope it won’t happen again, sah. Next time maybe just… shove me in a closet until I disappear? Not that there will be one. A next time. Not like this, not if I can help it, and I will. I think.

And yoouuu sah scales-mate, no fishy business, alright? )< I’ll keep my eeeeeye on you, too. 

…Army leader Dragon-King, hah, rad. First one so far. Do you drink, sah? We should perhaps maybe eventually go drink sometime. Or you should, you look really tight. Uptight. Funny word.  …

I should get my ass outta here. Sorry about the disturbance again, I’ll… see myself out. Take care! *inch inch inch flee*

Leaving traces online is the least of your worries; honestly, you don’t have anything to hide. The only secret you really kept was the pink wig, which many thought was your real hair. At the moment, a little coy smile tugged at your lips. “Because it’s a rare profession these days? I think a city like this needs a little helping hand when it comes to romance~” You could be modest and confident, right? Modestly confident. Best not to be too high up on the horse, juuust in case.

Your eyes widen at him, when he just narrowly stops himself from giving out his address, and whatever else may have come along with it. Goodness. “I’ll be sure to announce it, both online, and around the city. You’ll know all the details, I promise!”

"Oh, right, romance. ...romance." Hah, why is that such an icky word to say, it tastes horrible in your mouth, like diet coke with a weird fake flavouring. Dishonest, somehow. "Yeah, definitely not enough of that." You sound like you agree, though you have your own ideas on the matter. You're not entire sure what they are yet, but you can give that some proper thought in a minute. Or thirty. Later, not now. Organised thinking is so confusing, pah. Her announcement about the later announcement incites you to distractedly nod in acknowledgement, since your attention is still caught up in this particular train of thought.

"You've got a pretty damn very nice good idea going on there, sah." At least you do mean that for real. An admirable effort for an admirable person. She's got the guts, aye, she's got the spirit. "Is it hard?" Matchmaking, you mean.

No, you wouldn’t beat him with your purse, unless he gave you a reason to. Seeing how he hadn’t done anything scandalous or inappropriate, he was safe.

“Your ways, hm?” Playing the mysterious card, was he? Oh no, he redacted that bit. So he heard of you online? Finally, your business is becoming more well-known! “Well, I’m glad you took quite an interest in what I do. Means a lot to me.”

You deflate visibly when she accepts that explanation. Oh, good, phew, that's one thing less to get all technical about. Not everyone leaving traces online intends to do so, luckily she does. "It's rather kind of hard not to get interested." you nod, almost a little sternly. This is serious business alright, why would she be so modest about it? That won't do. Wait, did that sound weird again? God, you need to stop doing that.

"Ah, I'd love that, sah. That would be most very kind of you. ... do you know where to- ... I'll pick up on it." Egh. You'd almost blurted out your home address and phone number and everything. 

“Well, it was very nice of you to say, Shen. I suppose you already know this, but I’m Kamora~ It’s only proper to introduce myself too!”

You were unaware that someone showed that much interest in your activities, as to give them a closer look. Though if you knew, and felt it was almost borderline stalking, that would seem more than a bit strange to you…. And the idea of a fanclub?? That would never be possible, as it would require loyal people, which were very hard to find.

But whatever, she's talking to you, that already beats being beaten with a purse, or something. Would she even do such a thing?

"I have my ways, sah." you tell her, at least making an attempt to sound smooth, and preferrably mysterious. No, wait, no creeping, you'd decided. Bad Shen. "I mean, I picked you up in the ether. Online. Things like that." The full story's a titch more complicated than that, but hopefully that sounds plausible. It's true, after all. Mostly. Somewhat. Sort of.

"I suppose I could come around at whichever event you have planned next and... retcon that, though? I mean, make your... explanation the proper one, in... not-so retrospect..."

You fail to try to calculate the odds of a reunion though, when quite suddenly your descent is stopped, and you find yourself hanging over the befuddled face of a somewhat overweight stout weirdly-eared man-creature.

Now now now, what have we here.

Seems like your personal shenanigans haven't come to an end for today just yet.