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@kisscflife cont. from HERE
“I won’t turn you into a toad, I promise.” Ayako’s silver aura faded after she healed herself.
Whew! “Okay, good. Because for a moment, I was terrified I’d be frog leg soup.” Not that she was the one who would’ve eaten him, it was just a general statement of sorts.
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Who’s the better hostess? || Closed.
Waltzing into the main room of the bar from the back room, the male in charge of keeping track of which hostess was called had come to claim her attention. She revealed herself from the dressing room of the club, hair and makeup done to beautify her appearance. Not that she wasn’t naturally pretty but she was dolled up, as she always was during work hours. Much to her dismay, after she’d settled in the small booth with the man who had requested her presence, he was calling for another girl. He wanted two of them? Was she not good enough? Hanako glanced towards the backroom and the beads that hung from the door frame. Curiosity got the better of her as she hadn’t heard who the man had asked for, brows lightly arching, eyes narrowing. She had to be the best, she was, after all, the top hostess in the bar.Â
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Having to go on a double date with Scott, Stiles had dressed nicely. White shirt buttoned up, cologne lightly sprayed on his chest, black dress shoes and black dress pants on his form before he tugged at a black tie and began to loop it around his neck. “Ayako? Hi, I’m Stiles.” The brunette practiced in the mirror, shooting himself a goofy grin before it faltered. “You must be Ayako. I’m Stiles!” He tried again, grin wiping cleanly off his face before he groaned in frustration. “Scott, you know I’m terrible at making conversation with people. Well, with women.” The werewolf chuckled at his slender friend. “You’ll be fine.” Shaking his head in protest, Stiles struggled with the tie, tongue poking out the side of his mouth in frustration. “I mean, do I really need the tie? It’s a sushi restaurant. Isn’t this considered like, being overdressed?” Scott rose from where he sat at the end of Stiles’ bed. “No, you’re fine. It’s a nice sushi restaurant and Kira’s parents know the head chef. So... no under dressing tonight.” Rolling his eyes, Stiles continued to fiddle with the tie. Scott paced over and helped his friend fix the article of clothing.
