[ it's not difficult to spot tenn, after all, since he's always about fifteen minutes early to any appointment, whether personal or work, and he's already got a drink - sparkling apple juice, with the fancy straw and all, just because - but it's also because there's always a king of presence, a kind of charisma that tends to draw people in.
and the fact that he also looks exactly, or pretty much, like the picture that had been accidentally sent to trevor just yesterday, even with the fake thick-times glasses that cover the top half of his face. ]
Trevor Belmont-san?
[ it's polite, at least, because first impressions do count, even if he's forgoing the formality of standing to greet, actually. ]
[Trevor wears the same thing that he'd be wearing to work in a few hours to their meeting - a pair of fitted black slacks and a button-down shirt in burgundy, practical but plain.
He too is easy to spot, if only because he's not only a few inches over six feet, he's also broad in the way well-muscled men often are. He's draping his fur-trimmed jacket and bright red scarf on the chair across from Tenn as he walks up, lips twitching into a half-smirk.]
[ he's just about the same height as gaku and ryuu, then, if not maybe slightly taller, which means that tenn just needs to tilt his head up slightly to make eye contact with trevor, and that half-smirk is met by a small laugh, the edge of his lips curling into his own smirk, placing his hand on the table and watching the way that he drapes his scarf, his coat over the chair. ]
Mobs? Oh dear, did I happen to make a terrible decision already?
[ it's playful, light, practiced, just the right amount of curiosity and alarm layered onto his words, the kind he's used to dropping in interviews. ]
[The practiced part of the man's voice is actually what throws Trevor off in the first place, he thinks, but at least Tenn reintroduces himself to save Trevor the horror of forgetting the other man's name.
He can't help but think that the charisma the other man is throwing off reminds him of someone, but he can't place it just yet.
He chuckles himself as he sits down across from Tenn, resting back in the chair with his knees half-spread. Not completely ludicrous, but certainly relaxed.]
Mm. Haven't incited any here so far, but I won't make any promises...
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i'm told i'm an 'in person' sort of impression-maker.
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What a coincidence. I've been told that my appeal is more... powerful, in person.
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or a drink.
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I like that.
I won't stop you from drinking, but I know someone who wouldn't approve if I had any alcohol, so pick a place that serves both. ^^
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But he's an attractive man, so that makes up for a lot of sins.]
it's easy if we go to PECS.
[Trevor, don't take dates to your workplace!]
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The cafe? I've been meaning to try it out for a while.
Time?
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[Not too late, but also not too early if he decides he does want to have a drink.]
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[ it's not difficult to spot tenn, after all, since he's always about fifteen minutes early to any appointment, whether personal or work, and he's already got a drink - sparkling apple juice, with the fancy straw and all, just because - but it's also because there's always a king of presence, a kind of charisma that tends to draw people in.
and the fact that he also looks exactly, or pretty much, like the picture that had been accidentally sent to trevor just yesterday, even with the fake thick-times glasses that cover the top half of his face. ]
Trevor Belmont-san?
[ it's polite, at least, because first impressions do count, even if he's forgoing the formality of standing to greet, actually. ]
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He too is easy to spot, if only because he's not only a few inches over six feet, he's also broad in the way well-muscled men often are. He's draping his fur-trimmed jacket and bright red scarf on the chair across from Tenn as he walks up, lips twitching into a half-smirk.]
That's what the mobs usually yell, yes.
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Mobs? Oh dear, did I happen to make a terrible decision already?
[ it's playful, light, practiced, just the right amount of curiosity and alarm layered onto his words, the kind he's used to dropping in interviews. ]
Tenn Kujo. But you already knew that, I think.
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He can't help but think that the charisma the other man is throwing off reminds him of someone, but he can't place it just yet.
He chuckles himself as he sits down across from Tenn, resting back in the chair with his knees half-spread. Not completely ludicrous, but certainly relaxed.]
Mm. Haven't incited any here so far, but I won't make any promises...