With better care and a display of taste, he'd prepared. A change of attire, with his nearly macabre sense of style, the bright red collared shirt he wore seemed reminiscent of how he admired the color. A pair of black dress pants and the appropriate shoes, he'd not know what else to do with himself. Appreciation for the scenery certain preoccupied his attention for some time. The lights that gave way to the shadows, this side of the town were thoroughly drenched in the shade of buildings. The shirt he wore didn't posses long sleeves, and you could clearly see the two thick bracelets on each wrist. Hitsun & Ramierun. They'd be a distraction, so he shrank them without a second thought and they merged into one golden watch, he checked the time.
Yet, all he could think about at the time...
His interpersonal focus seemed to shatter in an instant, what image he'd envisioned seemed to sprinkle like glass in front of his photographic memory, piecing together the body of a woman. Taken back a spell, Salforge resumed his upright seating, and gave a more proper gaze. "Forgive me Lady Ciel. Had I a heart, I'd be more reluctant to restrict my personal charm. You're quite lovely this evening." Even as he spoke, it'd be evident to Ciel to sense her own effect. Under normal circumstances, he need not suppress such thoughts, almost as if they abolished themselves on their own.
Rising from his chair, he'd pulled the seat out for her prior to sitting, before taking his own seat. The waiters seemed to populate the area, it was a good means of condensing, those two seemed to blend in when it came to these open settings. In fact he could recall a counseling he had with her and Sir Clement at Traverse Town's coffee shop. Unable to immediately place his thumb upon it, she seemed a tad more relaxed than usual. Though the empire was here on official business, it wasn't often recreation and blending became a part of the objective. Expressed in thought, he was relieved to a degree, at having put such confidence in her he knew she needed this downtime.
Raising his hand, flagging one of the spinning waiters. As they were presented with menus, he'd spoken up. "Could you bring us two glasses of the Jasmine Pomegranate please?" with a swift nod, the waiter made haste.
For only a moment he sat there in pause, crooking a bit of a weak smile before it quickly subsided as if never seen. This company, her company, its value came from their connection and communication. This kind of simplicity gave him better understanding of emotion, though always limited to what Ciel chose to express. As informal as they have been on occasion, their demeanor have been almost parallel. As the waiter returned with their glasses, the clear lavender colored juice of fruit had been placed at arms reach. Asking for a moment, he'd give the word when they were ready.
"I propose a ruse. During the matches, once they've gotten underway, i'll modify the outer appearance of the struggle tool to look like a keyblade. If there is anything that will provide the pure heart with a means to brandish his, it's upon encountering another one of his kind. Observing the reactions of both wielder and opponent we'll easily deter the culprit in question. I will do this during every match without fail, for a brief moment one of the two combatants will receive the farce and while closely watching both, we'll attempt to gauge their reactions."
He'd paused and given a gap of open air for Ciel to fill. In his time to himself, he'd anticipated potential questions regarding the letter he'd written her and the information thus far he's provided. Equally with time and car he's prepared responses to a certain effect.
Yet, all he could think about at the time...
His interpersonal focus seemed to shatter in an instant, what image he'd envisioned seemed to sprinkle like glass in front of his photographic memory, piecing together the body of a woman. Taken back a spell, Salforge resumed his upright seating, and gave a more proper gaze. "Forgive me Lady Ciel. Had I a heart, I'd be more reluctant to restrict my personal charm. You're quite lovely this evening." Even as he spoke, it'd be evident to Ciel to sense her own effect. Under normal circumstances, he need not suppress such thoughts, almost as if they abolished themselves on their own.
Rising from his chair, he'd pulled the seat out for her prior to sitting, before taking his own seat. The waiters seemed to populate the area, it was a good means of condensing, those two seemed to blend in when it came to these open settings. In fact he could recall a counseling he had with her and Sir Clement at Traverse Town's coffee shop. Unable to immediately place his thumb upon it, she seemed a tad more relaxed than usual. Though the empire was here on official business, it wasn't often recreation and blending became a part of the objective. Expressed in thought, he was relieved to a degree, at having put such confidence in her he knew she needed this downtime.
Raising his hand, flagging one of the spinning waiters. As they were presented with menus, he'd spoken up. "Could you bring us two glasses of the Jasmine Pomegranate please?" with a swift nod, the waiter made haste.
For only a moment he sat there in pause, crooking a bit of a weak smile before it quickly subsided as if never seen. This company, her company, its value came from their connection and communication. This kind of simplicity gave him better understanding of emotion, though always limited to what Ciel chose to express. As informal as they have been on occasion, their demeanor have been almost parallel. As the waiter returned with their glasses, the clear lavender colored juice of fruit had been placed at arms reach. Asking for a moment, he'd give the word when they were ready.
"I propose a ruse. During the matches, once they've gotten underway, i'll modify the outer appearance of the struggle tool to look like a keyblade. If there is anything that will provide the pure heart with a means to brandish his, it's upon encountering another one of his kind. Observing the reactions of both wielder and opponent we'll easily deter the culprit in question. I will do this during every match without fail, for a brief moment one of the two combatants will receive the farce and while closely watching both, we'll attempt to gauge their reactions."
He'd paused and given a gap of open air for Ciel to fill. In his time to himself, he'd anticipated potential questions regarding the letter he'd written her and the information thus far he's provided. Equally with time and car he's prepared responses to a certain effect.
