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Sage was up early for some conferences over his webcam, that is, after having to treck to his boss's house and get that horny woman chaser out of bed. They had to discuss opening another chain near by, or in the very least explore Sage's idea to scout for models. His boss wasn't a bad guy, in the sense he couldn't get himself up and take care of his business, but once he got his hands on a woman he could be hard to locate for quite a while. The mushi would have to see him again later today, but for now he was getting his day started outside of the house. He thought, perhaps, an easy breakfast at the nice cafe a little ways from his home would be satisfactory. Although the air held some chill today, he could still sit out and people watch from the store front. If he were lucky he might find some inspiration- of the decent, fashion oriented kind and not of the BDSM nature. Though, that too, who knows. Laying his hood away from his shoulders, the pale skinned male let himself into Moonbucks and strolled his way to the front counter. He a slice of cake and a cappuccino, very much expecting them to be delivered to his table once he ordered. He just had to wait in this- he was second in line to quite a peculiar boy. "What a marvelous hair color." He commented absently, gold irises drifting to the other male's crown of tresses. "Is it natrual, or is it dyed?" He asked, moving around and stepping up beside the stranger. He cocked his head inquisitively, remembering to give the smallest of smiles so the man knew he was talking to him and not the sales associate ahead of them.

Sage found himself laughing gently, nodding his head as if to suggest his question had been too much of a silly one to bother the boy with in the first place. "I see! Well it suits you regardless." He made mention, nodding in thanks as the front of the line was made available. Stepping forward, he voiced his order while offering the cashier ten dollars. He was waiting on his change when he made a soft turn on his heel, once more locking his gaze on the petite tealette. "Yes, this is my real hair. Although, it's theorized I may have a strain of albinism." He informatively retorted. Reaching his hand for his change without budging his focus from the object of his stare, his smile widened in the slightest to see the male avert his eyes. If the ceo couldn't say he was used to it, then he was ill suited for this odd appearance he was born into. "Would it be terrible of me to want to sit with you? Unfortunately, I have very little companions in this city and you seem like you would be lovely company." The mushi continued, subtly pushing to extend their meeting. He often suffered from anxiety when by himself, and just as well found interest in this boy while he happened to find himself with this oppruntunity. Tucking his hair behind one ear, the professional offered his hand to be shaken. "I'm Sage, by the way. This exchange has been pleasant, although much too brief."

Sage was momentarily given a distraction, witnessing a discretion of the worst kind: his food being given to him at the counter. The mushi had to consciously make an effort not to allow a displeased sneer on his face, taking a slow, calming breath before smiling and inspecting the two food items under his gaze. "Why thank you." He hummed, though he found he couldn't quite let it go, despite taking measures against it. "If it's not too much trouble, could you-...?" One hand delicately motioned out towards the seating which Esme just picked, a sharp look in his eyes despite his airy tone. "I'm afraid I would spill." Seeing first that he was complied with, the mushi gave a brisk tug to the end of his sleeves before returning his smile to his companion. "Esme? How striking of a name. Does it have meaning?" He asked, folding his arm squarely behind his back as he followed along to a table. He pulled out the gentleman's chair first, then his own, and sat down after flicking the tail of his coat away from his person. His expression was more generous once his food was sat before him, a quiet 'thank you' mouthed through his lips before the server disappeared. The silver haired mushi just felt like...well, this certainly wasn't a fast food café, it was only appropriate to serve a customer once they were seated. And dammit, he was going to get frustrated if it wasn't done exactly that way. But no matter, all was corrected now. For a few moments, he turned his sights outside the window to the people and their clothing being rustled in the breeze. "Despite the chill, it is a beautiful day out." He observed, though mostly to himself. He could see a world no one else could, a whole existence of creatures overlapping with all living things. The only other person who could really share this view was...Where could his twin be found now, he wondered. The mushi rested his hands in his lap, first crossing one leg over the other so as to avoid lazily slumping against the table. Soon enough, his bright irises were on Esme once more. "Have you lived in Soleil long?"

"That is very sweet of your parents." Sage remarked, picking up on their exchange where Esme trailed off in surprise. He hoped the startled exclamation wasn't one of being offended, in case he was the type of male who found it emasculating to have his chair pulled out for him. Seeing as he was tentatively thanked with no other signs of approval or disapproval, the mushi simply resumed what he was doing and sat down himself. With his cake in front of him, which he'd say and eye'd for quite a long stretch of minutes, Sage picked up his fork. He inspected it for watermarks and all, before using it to break off an edible sized bite of the frosted lemon cake. By this time Esme was adding to him comment about the weather, to which he nodded while feeding himself his first bite.

He was quiet until he chewed, swallowed, and wiped his mouth, following it up with a sip of his drink. "I wonder why it's calm before a storm? Perhaps a lesson in accepting the less than pleasant elements in life, or a show of how naive one is to pretend a storm isn't coming." Again, this comment was made for himself to hear, but was still openly comtributed to the discussion. Sage could be cynical without even trying, though he liked to look at his morose outlook as more of philosophical sobriety as opposed to negativity. Moving on without the slightest hiccup, the CEO folded both hands over his knees and tried to remember how long he'd been here for. "A little over two weeks, but not three like yourself." He informed to the best of his knowledge. "From the way you speak, it sounds like you were originally only a temporary resident here. Am I assuming correctly? If I'm not being too invasive."

Sage sipped again from his drink, being careful not to spill steamed milk foam and cinnamon on his clothes- or even risk having them form a mustache between his nose and his lips. He extended a petite nod as Esme himself lingered on the question he'd asked. As much of a thought as one may spare for it, the subject wasn't worth anything more than a thoughtful comment and perhaps a chuckle. It certainly wasn't going to change anyone's life to discuss the preverbal representations of storms and such. But, when Esme said he should pay better attention, the mushi smiled. "Perhaps the better experience involves being out from behind the window, and inside the storm instead." He suggested. Sage was rarely one to do it himself, but dancing in the rain could be fun without having to be deep about it. Covering his mouth, he laughed at the image it casted in his mind. Fun indeed!

The man quieted to listen to his companion continue his speech, formulating several questions from the short explanation. Distress from overwork? Having bad experiences? And what things could he have possibly seen? But that was asking too much, thus the ethereal male decided not to pry. "Based on your answer, I feel like I may have a life changing experience here too." He theorized curiously. "I didn't believe this city had anything to offer me. I may still doubt it until I see it with my own eyes." He hummed, fingers drumming his knees thoughtfully. "Wel, for however long you stay, I hope it's pleasant for you, monsieur. " He also hoped they'd meet again, though he wouldn't express that outside of his own thoughts. He did pause, however, to ask something that fringed the edges of his thoughts. The man mentioned his father sending him here, "How old are you, by chance?"

Sage lost interest in his cake about half way through the slice, half wondering if he’d finish it later should he have it packed to go. He decided not, inching the plate away from himself with the end of his finger. He nodded in accordance with what Esme was saying, continuing to listen as closely as ever as he studied his face. ”A change in scenery can really do that to a person.” He traveled often, so that could be the cause for his boredom in such a quiet town. Hearing French from someone whom he’d perceived to be American this whole time (although he himself was half american), Sage’s eye actually lit with surprise. No offense, but he was used to Americans being...undereducated, and wasn’t expecting this. A small smile broke out on his lips as he leaned forward, settling his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his knitted fingers. ”Oui. Je suis de rencontrer quelqu’un qui peut parler francais.” He’d really only slipped that little vocab in there absently, more than likely because he was a ostentatious a*****e. No matter, he was pleasantly entertained by this discovery.

Hearing his age, Sage was surprised again, and not because Esme looked nothing his age. ”No, you do not look it at all. Most models would envy you for such a trait.” He chuckled, winking at the young blue haired boy before Esme turned the question back on him. The mushi slowly leaned off the table, resuming his old position and covering his mouth with the back of his fingers to keep his growing smile a secret. After a moment he dropped his hand again and admitted the tragic truth of the situation. ”You’re two years older than me.” He laughed. It was actually cute to the CEO that he was the younger one here. He expected to be older, though he supposed they both looked younger than their actual age. You could never judge a book by it’s cover, as it was said. Technically, Sage wasn’t going to count his actual age, only the number of years he’d been in this body; saved a lot of time explaining complicated things about his origin.

Today's Business Attire
Came from home, is @ Moonbucks Cafe
1000 $ [spending history: 6.25 @Moonbucks]
People around me: Esme
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: A Kinda Cold Outing! ⊙ Feeling: Thoughtful; Curious; Oddly Awake. ⊙ Money: $1355.50〗⊙