Flaunt A Little? [Liltotto/Al'in]

Someone new definitely was wafting around…

She’d heard of some new fellow from the gossip of a group or two she recently got tangled in. Apparently being big and beautiful caught other women’s attention, too… No matter, only downside was perhaps having to linger during a drinking night or two and have her phone blow up occasionally, which was exactly how she’d heard of this young man. Past the gushing, she gathered that he had recently landed, and was a promising Quincy.

Her intent today? It was to find him, of course. She wished to learn of his intent and wishes, and potentially get him situated with the Vandenreich. Though she herself perhaps wasn’t the most popular in service (given the consistent scents of the watchful she’d always notice around her), she felt invested in the Vandenreich’s future and security, and if he was interested in it as well, why not?

Twirling her long locks, she made a slight ‘hmm’... Would it be that terrible an idea to take advantage of her appearance a bit? She was far more noticeable now…

She’d emerge, having a light amount of makeup on, her hair done a little more well than usual, and perhaps a bit of a revealing outfit. She’d search around for a while, the city hardly an issue for her to navigate quickly, the only thing holding her back being she had no idea how to track him, so it really was up to luck…

What did pretty chicks do, hang out places? Maybe moving around too much was to her detriment… And she was getting towards the irritating edge of hunger… Ice cream it was, deciding to hang out in front of a joint she was familiar with, sitting at one of the outdoor tables with her own cone.

Al'in was probably a lucky man, luckier than most certainly. Perhaps the gods of fate smiled upon him, perhaps that was his curse. They were certainly smiling on Liltotto on his behalf.

Still, he found himself stricken by the sudden, overwhelming desire to purchase an ice cream. The first stand he had been to had such a poor selection that he had swiftly moved on, but the second appeared promising though a queue was beginning to form. Spotting a girl sitting nearby, enjoying one of the cones all by herself, it was only natural that he should enquire about the product before committing his time to the pursuit of such an item.

"Are those any good?"

Straight to the point, with no need for pleasantries, as an easy smile settled upon Al'in's positively boyish features. He was hardly the type to beat around the bush with these things, garbed in the robes of a foreigner with jewellery to match.

"They certainly look different."

Her hunger was satiated through her little method, as it always was for those brief minutes, thankfully the ice cream was good to savor slowly. She remained in her relaxed, somewhat slouching position on the chair until a young, Eastern-looking man approached her. Clearly dressed unlike the denizens of the city, he stood out like the reddest, sorest thumb ever. Could this be him?

"I mean, yeah, they sure are good for cheap ice cream," Liltotto would speak with a shrug, her yellow eyes fixed on him, a grin forming on her features, "Guessing you're not from around here, guy?"

"Worth the time lost getting one?"

Al'in matched her grin with a devilish smile of his own, emerald eyes dancing between Liltotto and the ice cream stand itself. He could leave it at that, take her at her word and go, but he was a man ruled by his impulses. So he stayed, entertained her questions for at least a while longer. She certainly seemed interesting enough.

"I suppose I am not, what gave me away? I hail from the wastes of the far east, the endless shifting sands. What of yourself? I get the sense that you are well travelled too."

A gamble rather than a fact, but he did have this feeling in his gut that she was another traveller. A kindred spirit or not, that remained to be seen, but there were countless reasons why someone lived such a life. Placing a hand on the back of the chair opposite, he threatened that he might take a seat of his own. She could invite him to join her or shoo him away, that much was on her to decide. He certainly was forward enough to just take the initiative, but it was worth knowing if that bothered her first.

"Yeah, if you aren't in a huge rush," The woman would shrug. It wasn't that awful a wait and she had nowhere to go today, so it was hardly a sweat to her. At the very least, guy seemed interested in talking to her, so learning about this stranger a little more wasn't going to be difficult in the slightest.

"You kinda stick out like a sore thumb with that getup," She'd chuckle, "You sure do look like some middle-eastern prince, guy."

He definitely was a Quincy, that was for certain, so maybe he was this new guy some of the girls were chatting off about. Though when he asked if she herself was well travelled, she'd take a moment to raise an eyebrow at him,

"Well... Heh, fuck yeah, sure am. Get as old as I do and you end up seeing a lot, and knowing a lot as well..."

Waving to him to take the seat, she'd give him a side eye and a somewhat ice cream dotted grin, "And of course, i've noticed what you are. Let me guess, you're another young Quincy interested in the City, perhaps even the Vandenreich? Do correct me if i'm wrong."

"Eh, I can wait for the queue to die down. There's no point in rushing things, is there?"

Liltotto was far more interesting than some simple ice cream, mostly by the revelation of what she had just said about herself. I mean, to his simple eyes, she appeared to be around his age if not younger and he was not typically one to question such a thing. But she had offered it out there, and he was ever so inquisitive. His smile widening for a moment as she invited him to join her, he slid into the chair with relative ease and set to task.

"I'm Al'in mir Azizi, by the way, and it's easier to be a sore thumb when there's a whole bunch of them around. These are simply my travelling clothes, as practical or impractical as that may seem."

Resting an elbow on the table between them, his head in hand, Al'in's gaze focused in upon the woman. Making little effort to hide the fact that he was studying her somewhat intensely. If she knew what he was, what exactly was she?

"Now, forgive me, but you barely look a day over twenty. Is there something more to that than meets the eye? I mean, you brought it up is all..."

Lil would just shrug in response to his desire to wait. Not like she was trying to shoo him off or anything, the opposite really. Least he was willing to sit down and chat for a bit as she slowly worked down her own treat.

"Ye, guess you're right. Then again, i'm kinda used to the idea of being surrounded by lotsa unique people, then it just becomes a thing of what about each of them makes them so."

She'd casually lean back in her chair, looking at those curious eyes inspecting her. Oh? Did something of her's catch his attention? She acknowledged it with a raise of an eyebrow back at him. And then, the obvious question came, which only provoked a chuckle from the woman,

"Yeah yeah, let that slip didn't I? Yeaaaah, i'm a few centuries old, it happens," She'd shrug, "If you think I look pretty young now, you should've seen me a few weeks ago. Straight up been a grade schooler lookin' ass for, ever."