Paid to date [solo]

Pretend to be a Significant Other For the Day- job information.

An odd request indeed, the assignment seemed like some form of joke, a mask of maturity dropped as she had ingested the information. Mr. Egg, mister egg had she heard that name before? Perhaps it was for another job that was up or something, she couldn't quite remember yet this job seemed like a cyanide surprise. She had rubbed her brow before taking the job, unsure of the exact course of action for this. To date someone, take them somewhere in the village, pacing with great care around the room an odd sound of confliction escaped her. The Hoppe ga ochiru wouldn't be a good place to go, taking a date to your parents ramen and dumpling restaurant would be greatly inadequate. No matter, they could just wander around the night market that weekend! There would be some lights and food probably. A satisfied look passed across her face she had softly brushed her hands across the fabric of her skirt, it would be fine, the two were similar in age although she had little experience in love herself there had been enough information gathered from media such as books and movies. She had best start, with boots tugged on and a wave flashed to her half asleep parent the youthful ninja closed the door with care, it would be best for her mother if the world was silent. The smile plastered across her face sunk further becoming a natural grin, late afternoon the sun indicated about 3 hours past lunch, she had gotten an address to go and meet her date at. A confidence boost and a fake date, it would be a confidence booster for both Miss. Egg and the young jugo.

Exp total:  1,100 (900 + 200 reward)
Ryo total:  500

A quaint little place, Mr. Egg seemed to enjoy nature and gardens. Although it all seemed a little too perfect for the petite girls tastes, brushing back a stray curl of hair the little stones which shine a blinding white against a green shrub which seemed to be the definition of godly. Soft sandals clacked against the paving of the path, a doomed slope down to hell's door which rose up above her a pearly white napkin of wood. The doorway seeming to be cutlery of solid silver too clean for her to handle. About to knock her face would have been a disco of expressions, each one flashing every few seconds, yet the door opened, with a fast flourish the man behind it seemed to beam out. Had they been watching and waiting, there hadn't even been a moment to knock. Shocked a smile flickered across her face as she waved, the awkward motions she made fit the chuckle she let out. They held a short conversation, her date to be seemed to be running a little late so the father decided to make awkward doorway conversation, it was a little weird, she felt as if she were intruding into their picture perfect family home. Did they all sit down together at the exact same time to have dinner? At half past six did everyone gather at the table with freshly scrubbed hands knowing that a meal would be there, saturdays were spent cleaning with each member of the household knowing without question what they were expect to achieve in a morning of cleaning? It seemed to be that the father had just kept speaking, despite her lack of input into the conversation whilst zoning out. Nodding happily with a smile the conversation drifted, she barely registered what was said just letting him speak until the daughter produced herself. An awkward handshake then hug stated the afternoon as the gate to the property clacked shut behind them, locked in the outside world.

A few minutes had been spent walking, the general direction of a park near the shopping district. Automatically the duo had wandered this way, just exchanging mild conversation for that time growing closer to each other. That was until the conversation turned to where they wanted to go, whilst she had laid out a vague plan for the evening beforehand this was still a mission and had to treat it as such. She offered a lollipop to her date, watching as a shy curtain was drawn back to reveal a sweet face of curiosity and honesty. Such a person seemed to only live in fairy tales. Perspective was such a curious thing, whilst she herself didn’t particularly care for such sugary treats it seemed that the daughter of Mr.Egg really adored them, suck a sickly flavour could never satisfy her pallet. Out of courtesy miko enquired as to if her partner had a specific date location in mind, although she hoped that the other girl lacked an answer the world swung away from her favour yet again as a small cafe was painted into her mind with the enthusiastic words Miss. Egg spoke. A cafe, small and quaint she had passed it a few times, the odd place never stuck in her memory. It was a few streets away right, nodding happily to the others request Miko had reached a hand up to smooth her brain down over her shoulder, flicking the end around, contemplated many times the ending of this date could not be foreseen, how awkward it would be she had no knowledge of. Soft boots scuffed the ground, odd clothing that she wore rarely, brought by her mother as a graduation present they matched perfectly yet she didn’t feel comfortable in neither the books nor skirt. They rounded a corner, she could feel the body next to her tense up a little, a hushed breath of excitement was taken in my the other female. Indeed that was the place. Yet why such a cafe, that one specifically had nothing which stood out from the rest, the exterior was small and cute, upon their entrance the duo were engulfed in a homely feel yet nothing astonished her.

The window seat had been left free, not missing the glances the daughter gave it Miko gently motioned towards it, as if she had come up with the idea herself and offered the choice to her more complacent female. Of course this was the sear which she had wanted, the windows kept clean outside the normal bustle of afternoon shoppers flowed with a steady rhythm, small plants wavered in the wind from their rooted position fixed on a window sill. A cute place indeed, no table had more than two chairs, each group seated in the room had a couple. A handwritten menu had been softly placed on the table as a server poured the duo some water, eyes trained brain far away the water rose, it sloshed at first, sliding up the other side and flying upwards from the sudden change in direction of a solid surface, after some water had been added the rest seemed to blend happily with what had already been poured, the continuation of water addition caused the initial liquid to swirl. Such an interesting in moment in time, something so simple yet beautiful. Sharpened turquoise nicked the skin of her hand, her brain had fallen into a dreamlike state once again, only resurrected through the use of her sharp nails. Genuine the smile upon her face glitter almost, ”Have you decided upon anything?” her face urging the other the speak, perhaps the shy girl would gain a little confidence. Yet she just shook her head as a halfhearted reply. She had to get this other female to enjoy the day! Peering down at the neatly written words upon her own page Miko’s eyes ignored the title, running down the numbers to the side. Standard procedure for a date was a drink and some sort of treat. The smallest denomination under drinks was~ ”I’ll be having green tea I think, I’ve always loved the simplistic smell of it! And just a few bits of shortbread, you can try some if you like.” Soft pastel, the purple hue of her eyes peeked up to the other, as the waitress descended upon their table. She had better order fast!

Closed eyes the world engulfed in a swirling darkness which never complained not resisted what was best it all curled up and slept under the soft blanket of darkness which enveloped everything, hands curled around a heated mug its swift scents gracing her senses. Hot steam billowed across the tip of her nose spreading its enlightening smells into her system. ”Somehow the smell of this always calms me, what did you get again?” her question lingered for a moment as the duo felt time slow due to the relaxed state they now sat in. A lemon and ginger tea, to warn off any potential flu’s. An interesting choice with what looked to be a small vanilla cupcake. Such tiny portions for the prices they were sold at seemed unreasonable, yet as each party paid for what they got she cared little for what the other had decided to purchase. Her own choice had been based not off taste but a choice in budget. Spending more money than necessary during a mission seemed ludicrous. The soft porcelain made a hushed sound as she set the cup down, settling back into the chair she met eyes with the other. Would it be best to chat now? Get into a discussion that the other would enjoy and cause her to open up. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard. Fingers tangled in the waterfall like braid which spilled across her shoulder Miko’s smile flickered across, its genuine nature a good opening for the discussion. Their conversation moved from topic to topics, mentioning media such as books and magazines which the similar aged girls both had knowledge in, she learned of a few reads which may be interesting, and an offer at borrowing books from the daughter came up as it seemed the slightly wealthy family had a fine collection of both fiction and non fiction alike. Gladdened the aspect of a common interest even plain shortbread seemed to hold some form of good flavour.

The last dregs spelled out nothing in particular, Miko herself had never believed much in odd things such as tea leaves however her date partner whom had opened up over the past hour and a half now sat perched on her chair meticulously dissecting how her tea leaves had strewn themselves across the bottom of the cup. Her knees drawn up with each second her expression shifted slightly yet it never quite rested on a good or bad outcome. The blue haired female herself had even started to become slightly interested in the outcome as she dusted the last of her shortbread crumbs from her fingers. The fabric settled to a halt, the waitress unsure of how to disturb her partner who had become so emotionally invested in tiny blobs of vegetation which had happened to form in a moon like blob and a smudge that looked like glasses. Whilst the employee, (no doubt employee of the month after having to wait for the daughter to finish,) cleared away their small table Miss Egg seemed rather enthusiastic about the details of this moon and reading glasses shape. As the duo maneuvered their way from the cafe which now had every table full and a small line forming the female which had been so shy earlier now happily spoke about how Fumiko should study and train more in the evenings, changing her sleep schedule to being later in the evening would increase her brain power and chance of success, Wandering slowly back the ninja let her partner happily go into her theories about personality types, auras and how the inner meaning of life was undiscovered by people except for a few rare monks which lived bare clothed upon the snow capped mountain tops. A few things had brought a mild chuckle of amusement from Miko yet when the daughter had broken it off when her house was in sight the young lady felt so relieved that the mission with someone like that was completed. Drawing a cardigan closer around her she clutched the reward gained with both hands, it was over, the odd feeling during that banished. Emotions seeming so useless their negative effects on her life overshadowing the euphoric feeling the brought. Head down she broke into a loose jog, boots scuffing due to their aesthetic value outdoing their functional use. Mother had gotten the boots for standing and presenting oneself to look good, not running home after a mission which make her insides twist.

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