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Pariah had-- though he denied it if told, the cutest sway to his walk accompanied by his tail that counterswayed, giving his profile a long sensual curve to it. He had that walk now that he had an easy gait going and wasn't trying to be sneaky. Still, they remained in a sketchy area, so he kept his eye peeled, dispite the amiable chat with his newfound ally.

"I haven't had good Italian food in ages. Romero's sounds fine. Is it far?"

Pariah listened to the rest of the description of this favored place of Mistral's quietly, trying not to imagine it too much. It was also good he knew the staff, that way there would be no worry that the chef or waiters would nick some of it, or spit in it en route to their table. He didn't mention the waitress flirting tip-- it wasn't his style unless necessary.

Pariah had to be an actor at times, being a double agent or a philanderer to gain information, anything if necessary, but on days like this, days off. No, he was quite a boring fellow.

Mistral began naming off the local necessities, conveniance store, pharmacy, another hotel (HIS hotel), laundromat...
"Do you know where the nearest police station is?" He asked suddenly when Mistral had a break in his speach. He eyed a wharf rat emerge from an allyway nearby and sniff its way across the street, before diving into the shadows of an opposite walkway. He crinkled his nose, this section of street smelled like a latrine.

Pariah's ears perked at the smooth change from speaking to melody as a hum emerged from that deep voice belying Mistral's sweet face. Pariah for a split second debated humming harmony, but resigned himself to silence, walking beside Mistral. Before long though, and plenty of internal ranting, Pariah quietly lent his soft voice to a light harmony beneath him, following the melody intently.

Pariah let his one eye catch Mistral's gaze as he pondered that. It should be a decent place, even if one of the tenants was a wierdo. And-- he didn't have to worry about him sneaking in. He only had one pair of ladie's underpants, and no one knew about those; so he wasn't too concerned. Soon though, they were in front of the promised resturaunt, and right next door was a fair looking Hotel.

His lips turned up, almost becoming a smile at the small quaint building with the ivy trellis. Ivy was one of his favorite plants. His tail swished in anticipation as he stepped inside, keenly looking around at the decour.

Pariah took in the atmosphere gratefully. It had a quaintness to it he could appreciate, not so overly fancy as to be suffocating, and not shoddy. It was just nice, a good place to relax in. It reminded him a bit of vintage restauraunts too.
"Lets find a seat first, then order, I need to set this stuff down." He moved as he spoke, finding a corner booth quickly. He set his two cases against the wall carefully, with as much care as Mistral took with his guitar case, but for different reasons.

At the thought of all you could eat breadsticks, Pariah fought hard not to get too drawn into his hunger, or he'd order too much food.
"Ooh, I hope they have Chicken Alfredo here." He said quietly as he reached behind him for a menu. He curled one leg under him as he sat down, his tail laying alongside the booth seat with the tip drooped off the edge, curling and relaxing slowly.

He looked up from his menu to met Mistral's eyes with an honest emerald gaze.
"Thank you for guiding me here, I really appreciate it."

Pariah showed a rare display of sympathy as he reached across the booth to lightly rest a supporting hand atop Mistral's talented one. Mistral's skin, he mused was very soft. Perhaps it was only the palms and fingertips that grew rough from play. His own were.

"I would not be regretful in this case, you were outnumbered. However, I reccomend not staying out in that area after dark anymore if you can help it, although in this case I am glad you did."

He withdrew his hand and settled down to look at the menu again. The various pastas all looked divine-- And Mistral was right-- the chicken alfredo was a tuesday special.
"No, not offended." He replied quietly, still scanning the menu. His eyes alighted on another favored dish and he released a happy Ah hah!
"They have three cheese lasagna. I haven't had lasagna in such a long time... What are you getting, have you decided yet?"

Pariah set down his menu to focus on Mistral, who seemed to nearly be salivating on himself over the menu. He hadn't asked, but perhaps the performer was more down and out than he originally guessed.

"You...sleep here?" Pariah queried quietly from just behind him. Curse his infernal silence if you would, but he had gotten up and followed the minstrel to place his own order. The waitress fortunatly did not acknowlege him before she ran off to ask the owner, and he caught Mistral before he left to go get water.

His eye was concerned, the golden brow lightly furrowed over the sparkling jade. So, he had been correct in his thinking that Mistral was not very well off at all. His tail twitched slightly in one direction as he thought about what to say. He'd just found out this man was homeless, and without good reason. He'd heard him play for just that short while, he assumed he was making good money, or promoting a CD, or something.

"I suppose it's none of my business, sorry." He apologized quickly and turned when the waitress returned to give his order, the three cheese lasagna, access to the salad bar, and the breadsticks as well.

His own plate was handed to him, but Pariah detoured to the table first to deposit it before returning to the salad bar, following suit with the ample salad, and more breadsticks than he was probably entitled to. He had quite the metabolism though, to burn it all off, and if not-- he'd just get ribbed for it back home, until he hit the gym.

Returning to the table Pariah sat, curling his legs beneath him, his blonde tail draped over. He studied the meal a moment before removing a corner of his lasagna with his fork, chewing thoughtfully.

"Where will you be staying tonight?" He asked quietly, one green eye focused downward at his plate. He was working around to his conclusion, that if Mistral, this helpful young man was to be out on the street, well perhaps he could get two singles in his hotel room, and they could share...

His ear flicked absently, good lasagna.