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It was a good day, not too hot, not too chill, and decently sunny which was great since there was a rave later in the night, and ZuZu was out shopping for supplies. Glowsticks, one could never have too many, a few new kandi's to make some bracelets, a few necklaces and maybe a cuff or two before the show, it was a bit ambitious, but he could manage most likely. A few spare bottles of water, and some snacks and he'd be set for the night. It was always a blast to get ready for nights like this one.

Humming a tune and walking to it he watched all the happy or at least he assumed they were happy, people wandering around the area. Thinking on it he was starting to get hungry and wondered where would be the best place to get pre-show munchies. He smirked a bit to himself as something across the way caught his eye, distracting him from his forward progress and watching where he was going.

ZuZu stared harder at what was across the way, trying to figure out what was going on. It seemed to be someone famous, signing things? He sighed for a moment and tried to get a better look as he continued walking with a couple of bags on one arm. With his attention drawn across the way, he didn't notice the cloak that was just far enough out into the walkway for someone to trip over if they weren't paying attention.

And trip he did. A most spectacular show of clutzmanship if ever there was one. His bags flew as he landed quite promptly face first on the ground behind the cloaked figure. He didn't even have the manly decency to yell, he merely squeaked as he fell and impacted the concrete rather harshly. He laid still for a good few moments analyzing if he'd broken anything. This made it all the more strange to any passers by with the woman in cloak and hat, with what appeared to be a motionless body behind her. Some might have even thought it was a performance art piece given the nature of the area they were in.

ZuZu felt the tapping on his head, and the voice behind it, taking a moment he slowly moved his arms to raise himself a little before answering. Teal tipped silver hair shifted as he pushed himself into a sitting position, then rubbed his nose, it was a little skinned, but other than that he hadn't busted anything. Softly he spoke, "Yeah, just had a negative roll on my dexterity check." That was a pretty nerdy thing to say, but his smile was a sweet one that went all the way up to his bright teal colored eyes, "Sorry, wasn't paying attention and tripped." He looked at the thin woman in front of him and for a fleeting moment noticed how very lovely she looked, though something about her eyes seemed off.

Before he could think too much on it, he realized his bags had gone flying off, and spotted them just in front of where he'd landed. Skittering on all fours he grabbed them up and checked the contents. Relieved he bounded back to the woman he'd tripped over, "Nothing broken, and only a slightly bruised ego." He grinned at his own expense, "Ah, I must have interrupted you in something...um, to make up for it, I could buy you lunch?" It was an offer purely out of kindness, nothing ulterior in his motivation, just a genuine kind of sweetness, "If you're not busy now that is."

ZuZu smiled at he accepting of is offer, though watching her she seemed hard pressed to keep herself from reacting in certain ways. An ear tilted to one side, he didn't really know her very well, but the small tells in her demeanor were becoming more obvious as he observed her. She was a lovely lady, though a little on the thin side. Something about her attention being across the way. Thinking on it for a moment, he glanced over to where her vision seemed to be falling. A woman who looked surprisingly similiar to the one in front of him. So was she an extreme fan? A copy cat? A cosplayer? Questions flooded his mind, and then he stilled it. He could ask over lunch. Not that she would answer directly given he was a stranger, but he could at least try. If he remembered.

Her acceptance of his offer gave him a small bit of relief as she had looked as though she would refuse him outright, again that strained almost arguement in her head, a caught between thought. Sometimes he was good at catching on, and apparently today was one of those days, "I'm glad you accepted, and hopefully it will be worthwhile since you're choosing it rather than continuing your survailence." He spoke in a jovial tone, sounding as though he had no idea what she'd been doing despite the obvious nature of her outfit and having been crouched down hiding.

He offered a free hand, "I'm Zuran Zuruk Haht'mahn'Zu. ZuZu for short, and you would be?" He figured names in the least would help with conversation during lunch. Granted he wasn't totally sure where this would go, but it was worth the start so far.

Though he got her name, he felt like he'd suddenly overstepped somewhere. She seemed very annoyed with him, or upset with something...maybe at herself? Had he made an error with his joke? "Um, I'm sorry if my comment early was offensive. I really didn't mean it to be at all. I just kinda thought it was cute." He looked away a little and tried to think of how to save it, make it better.

"So, lunch. I'll buy desert too? Make up for my being less than tactful and opening my mouth when I shouldn't have." Teal eyes looked hopeful that it would make her less upset. So many emotions radiated off of her all at once, it made him curious, he just didn't like that she was so upset and he had caused it seemingly. He most assuredly wanted to know more.

Taking a short inventory of what he had on him, "So, Klara, where would you like to be treated to lunch?" He gave another smile, trying not to show too much of his concern over her emotions, since most people didn't really enjoy his being quite as involved as he tried to be.

The smile broadened as he noticed more of her reactions, again the small almost stutter of her responses. But her upset aura was gone, and the tail wagging gave an adorable surge of energy around her, "You're welcome." He phrased it carefully, he didn't want her spiraling into some sort of upset nature all over again with how she seemed a bit delicate as far as her mood was concerned.

Her tail wagging and her ears acting on their own when he'd mentioned desert as well almost pulled a soft chuckle from him, but he stilled it and merely smiled, a light nod when she spoke of the italian restaurant. Soemthing was becoming more genuine as they spoke, he liked that much better than her seeming strained control, or perhaps a strict leaning on her emotions. He was buzzing with questions, but he would refrain for the time being, wanting to keep that cute and enjoyable demeanor that was sneaking out.

"Italian sounds delicious." He offered his arm for a moment, unsure if she'd take it or simply walk past to lead the way, "If you would like an escort, fair lady." He gave her a most charming smile, still very genuine in his treatment of her. His tail gave a small swish out of the way as he waited for her to decide her next move.

Oh how his curiosity flared as she kept glancing away from his eyes. He kept on smiling as she took his arm, a slightly warm sensation permiating where there was contact between them. Glancing up, he seemed to think for a moment, and ponder her question. If it was a block away...he might have been there once or twice, but he wanted to be sure to get the exact right place.

"If memory serves, I think I know the restaurant you're talking about, but I'm more than willing to let you lead the way to be sure we get to the right place." Again the flash of charming smile, his silver and teal hair rustled a little in a breeze. "I'd rather admit my ignorance now than look like a fool later." He quipped with a chuckle, knowing full well he could look like a fool at any point in time, "In consideration of how we met, I think it's the better option."

Her hand shifting to latch onto his hand was a bit interesting, not that he was arguing, but she seemed to want to distract him, so he tried not to notice many of her tells. He was ever the observing type, and though she was trying to hide her intentions, she was truthfully terrible at it. Granted he couldn't figure out what her real intentions were, but it seemed to him that she was quite taken by the woman she looked so much like across the street. Only their colors were different. His mind lit on more of the idea that perhaps this lovely Klara was a bit of an obsessive Otaku. Even so, she was still quite the looker herself, he wondered how far this character went and in their short interaction he'd already seen tiny cracks in the well kept exterior. What awas her real personality. "Do lead on, fair Klara." He hoped dinner would be as interested as their meeting already had been.