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"Hello, my name is Yukio, how can I serve you today?"™
Yukio walked down the sidewalk, humming lightly with the music that was currently playing. It was his first day of work at his new job, and he was extremely excited. He knew that it was going to be a total success, because there was an Oochai working there as well, and everyone knew who they were. They were one of, if not the, most famous family in Tokyo. And, guess what? Yukio got to work with him. It wasn't long before he was in view of the building, and… Wow. He had expected there to be fans and photographers, but… Wow. That was amazing. He grinned lightly, taking the ear buds out of his ears and putting his iPod into his jeans pocket; they hadn't received any uniforms yet, so he was in his casual attire; some tight jeans that were still comfortable, and a button up shirt with the first three to five buttons undone. On that particular day, it was four. He grinned, walking up to the crowd, smiling as the cameras began to rapidly go off, some of the fans running up to him, asking for autographs and such. He kindly refused, gently pushing his was through the crowd to reach the door. He turned, before he entered the building, and spoke in a suave voice, "Ladies, Gentlemen, I'll be here every day for a long, long, time.." He said with a smile, finally turning to the door and opening it, sliding it in.
He smiled, looking around at the building. It was cute. And… There was a stage for their dancers. Oh, that would be yummy. But… There was always that chance that he'd let his eyes wander while they performed, and he might get a little too excited. Hopefully that wouldn't happen in his first few days though, he didn't want everything to be about sex for a while. But, if it was, that would be fun, too. He liked making men wait for him, making them think he wanted to take it slow, when, usually, in reality, he just didn't want to wear out his opportunities. People only wanted to get pleasured so many times by the same person before they got bored and wanted someone new, someone with new techniques and such. But, all in all, the place was cute. He could fit in there, hopefully. And hopefully he could become good friends with everyone that he was going to work with. His contract had been made for three years, so he'd have to be there at least that long, hopefully more, though. He didn't want to have to leave the restaurant, and the fame, so quickly. More photographs of him, meant more men who knew of him, and if fans were good for anything, then it was pleasing their idols. And they would do anything for their idols…
He snapped back into reality, noticing three men in front of him. "Hey there." He called casually, a slight wave accompanying the words. They were cute, that was sure a good bonus. At least he'd have eye candy all the time. He let his eyes scan each of the men, taking in their appearance and attitudes. He first looked to the blond man, he seemed nice, he would probably be a nice lay, but an even better friend. Then there was the pale one, he was cute, but he seemed a bit distant, though maybe that was a snap judgement he needed to reconsider. Then he reached the man he immediately identified as Ryo. He glided over to him in a few short strides, extending his hand. "You must be Mr. Oochai. I'm Yukio; the head waiter." He said politely, his grin changing back to a pleasant smile. He didn't want to come on too strong, some people didn't like that.
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