First Dates Are Important [ CLOSED/ACTIVE ]
Characters: Vava bourbons and Dynamo domineers
Content: Vava and Dynamo go on a date to a bar.
Setting: The Vino Donne E Canzone.
Time: Evening tiem
Warnings: Vava being himself, Dynamo being himself. Uh. That's probably it!
Vava couldn't recall the last time he actually went out into the town without the intent of hunting on his mind. Of course, it wasn't as though the thought hadn't crossed him, but in most of his ventures in hunting, he took far more care and research in his targets. This was a little different, he supposed. He was taking the risk of exposing himself to some man he hadn't gotten the chance to observe, making him a bit anxious on how the night would pan out.
But, Vava decided that even he could use a level of relaxation. It couldn't be all work and no play, could it?
The man seemed friendly enough, though that was never a large concern for Vava anyway, but it would make for easier conversation. Maybe he could actually use the man to gain a better perspective on the city. One he hadn't the chance to develop, having been the hunter for so many years.
He had dressed comparitively casually, even taking the time to put his glasses on before he left his home, perhaps an attempt to distract from the scar on his face. Another reason he was a bit iffy on the situation. Scars like his weren't exactly commonplace; if this Dynamo happened to be anything more than a tourist or "freelancer," as he put it, he'd definitely want to inquire about the marring on his skin.
But, Vava was a smooth talker; he prided himself on that. He was convinced he'd be able to talk his way out of a potentially dangerous situation.
He straightened the collar on his shirt as he stood near their decided meeting place as casually as possible. Sometimes it was hard to keep his mask up when his mind was racing. It made him look a bit more serious or unapproachable than normal. Hopefully not enough to draw much unneeded attention.
Content: Vava and Dynamo go on a date to a bar.
Setting: The Vino Donne E Canzone.
Time: Evening tiem
Warnings: Vava being himself, Dynamo being himself. Uh. That's probably it!
Vava couldn't recall the last time he actually went out into the town without the intent of hunting on his mind. Of course, it wasn't as though the thought hadn't crossed him, but in most of his ventures in hunting, he took far more care and research in his targets. This was a little different, he supposed. He was taking the risk of exposing himself to some man he hadn't gotten the chance to observe, making him a bit anxious on how the night would pan out.
But, Vava decided that even he could use a level of relaxation. It couldn't be all work and no play, could it?
The man seemed friendly enough, though that was never a large concern for Vava anyway, but it would make for easier conversation. Maybe he could actually use the man to gain a better perspective on the city. One he hadn't the chance to develop, having been the hunter for so many years.
He had dressed comparitively casually, even taking the time to put his glasses on before he left his home, perhaps an attempt to distract from the scar on his face. Another reason he was a bit iffy on the situation. Scars like his weren't exactly commonplace; if this Dynamo happened to be anything more than a tourist or "freelancer," as he put it, he'd definitely want to inquire about the marring on his skin.
But, Vava was a smooth talker; he prided himself on that. He was convinced he'd be able to talk his way out of a potentially dangerous situation.
He straightened the collar on his shirt as he stood near their decided meeting place as casually as possible. Sometimes it was hard to keep his mask up when his mind was racing. It made him look a bit more serious or unapproachable than normal. Hopefully not enough to draw much unneeded attention.