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[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Princess at the bar.

With a drink.

Swinging her legs.

Dead princesses are allowed to be in good moods, too.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[and dead princesses can be glomped, too]

[see the icon for details]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

If glomped, dead princesses will squeal, and tickle in retaliation.

"That is not quite fair, my lady."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia smiles, wickedly]

No? [and then she yelps.]

[yes, Delia is ticklish]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"Not in the least."

Which doesn't make Josiane fair either.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[so Delia kisses her]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

And Josiane lets her.

"A drink?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Please. Your choice, dearest.

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

A whisper to the bar, and she has two new drinks. With umbrellas. Pink ones.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she stares at the drinks]

[and then laughs]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Josiane beams. She takes one of the umbrellas and, after very carefully licking the stem, places it in Delia's hair.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Does it suit me?

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"Not the pink. Perhaps a green."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she pulls one of her locks of hair around to study]

No, you are right. My hair needs to be dark for pink.

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

Saionji sits at the Bar and orders a bowl of noodles, bowing to the bar when it appears.


He notices her, of course--he's seventeen, and therefore tends to notice any attractive women within a three block radius--and makes a vague attempt at friendliness.

"Good afternoon, miss," he says, with a nod of the head. He figures even if she can't speak Japanese, she'll still get the gist of it.

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon."

Her look is apprising. Perhaps predatory. Who's to say?

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

Ah, so she does speak Japanese.

Saionji seems to accept predatory looks as his due. "I'm called Saionji," he says, picking up his chopsticks. "May I ask yours?"

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

She doesn't, but sometimes that just works.

"You may ask."

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

His introduction to the place missed some of the finer points, though. Oblivious to magical translation, he laughs.

"All right. Who are you?"

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"Josiane." A pause, a consideration. "Princess Josiane."

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

Saionji raises an eyebrow. "A princess?" Considering what he was told about gods coming here, he weighs the chances and decides to take it seriously. He rises from the bar stool and bows. "Forgive my familiarity, then, your highness."

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"You needn't bow for me."

She says with an approving smile.

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

"I've never met an actual princess before," he says, settling back into his seat. He's slightly awkward now, unsure about protocols. "At school, we talk about princes and princess and noble ideals all the time, but of course we're not the real thing." He glances down at his hands for a moment when he says that.

"Where is it that you come from?"

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

A flip of her hair.

"No need to be so shy. I come from the realms of the dead."

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

Saionji is naturally pale; he just gets a little paler. "I see. You're--the first such person I've met," he admits. "Although I had heard there were those here who were."

And Anthy tried to convince me I was one of them.

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"It's nothing to be scared of."

She says with a laugh that may bely her own fears.

[ooc: must go prepare dinner. back later, or slowtime?]