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 Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:09 am
Finally. He'd managed to get Kenta out on the previously promised 'not-date,' and Brad couldn't be happier. Wearing his standard button up, it was un-standardly unbuttoned, open to allow the miniscule breeze flutter it around his tank top underneath. He walked comfortably in his jeans and flip flops, smiling beneath his sunglasses and yet uncut hair.
The reason for his smile was walking next to him, and it was taking a great deal of control not to pick him up and run around like a loon, he was that ecstatic to be out and about. The countdown to the opening of the Club had his nerves somewhat frayed, to the point that only a few select people could put his turbulent thoughts at ease. Kenta was undoubtably at the top of that list.
"So!" he quipped cheerily, "What sounds good for lunch?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:35 am
The waiter walked by the man's side, feeling happy as well that he got to have a pleasant 'outing' with him after a few weeks of doing nothing but work. It was natural for him to like this little break from the club, and he was with Brad, which was a huge plus. Kenta's brown hair danced to the wind as he walked in his attire that did not really differ from the things he wore in the workplace. He was wearing a long-sleeved button up shirt, with a collar, naturally, and it was white-- which seemed like the perfect thing to wear today for Kenta, since it was a warm day. The sleeves were neatly folded until his elbows (it was against his better judgement, it was something he wouldn't normally do), he wore his dark jeans, which were neatly pressed, and lastly his black dress shoes.
The young mans face brightened immediately as he heard Brad speak, "Anything, really. I'm not picky. Anything you'd like in particular?" the waiters eyes went from the older man's face to the various stalls, restaurants and shops around them. He had actually never been here before, he was quietly amazed at himself as he was in this part of town.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:49 am
"Hmm," he mused out loud, craning his neck around to observe the options. "There's good sushi here," he commented, not sure just how traditional Kenta was, "and a good place for Mexican further down. I wouldn't recommend the Wok place though, friend of mine couldn't leave the toilet for days." Brad paused in step, turning his attention onto Kenta. "Anything sounds good to me. As long as they have something cold to drink."
He observed the young man behind his sunglasses, one brow lifting in the slightest as he considered the other's appearance. Kenta always looked very professional and sharp, but goodness, he had to be hot in that get up. Looking down at his own less-than-classy appearance, he chuckled to himself; two opposites, but two peas in a pod. Brad rolled his shoulders in a shrug, still smiling all the while.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:37 am
Kenta followed the gaze of Brad, listening to the man as he spoke of possible options. The young waiter liked to eat anything and as he said, he wasn't picky at all when it came to food. "Same here. Well, I am fond of spicy things and I think that the sushi place or the Mexican one would be good." He was a lover of spicy things, indeed. And it was quite ironic that he wanted to eat spicy food right now while it was such a hot day and he was dressed as he is. But Kenta had naturally cool skin and did not sweat easily --it was something both good and bad since he could not do well in very cold places.
The brunette noticed the older man's eyes on him and immediately turned his head to face him, tilting his head to the side in question. He made a soft 'Mmh' sound before he inquired again about the place they would be dining in, "So, what will it be? I am terribly indecisive when it comes to this."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 2:22 pm
Brad grinned a bit. "Spicy, is it? I'd say the dragon rolls are far spicier than the hottest things they got at the other joint, so let's do sushi." There, decision made! Unable to stop himself, he put a hand on the low of Kenta's back, immediately feeling better at the small bit of contact. "Besides, it's not everyday you get to see me fight with chopsticks, that alone is worth the meal." He gave a small snort that indicated he wasn't joking about that part.
The place in question was a quaint little imitation of what one would expect to find in the higher end restaurants; an open bar on the right where patrons could watch their food being prepared, complete with display cases of every type, size and color of fish imaginable. The tables were simple with stools placed around them, a handful of booths on the left wall; little oriental decorations graced the walls and draped from the ceiling, the distinct sound of a biwa wafting from hidden speakers. It had a nice feel, unlike most of the quickie joints, a little less rushed and more welcoming.
"Air conditioning," Brad groaned the term as if it meant more than it did. "Thank goodness." He didn't usually mind the heat - he'd been living in it long enough to beat it - but he wasn't a fan of direct and oppressive sun on his dark head and skin. His free hand lifted in greetings to the chorus of 'konnichiwa,' taking off his sunglasses after the wave and looking to Kenta with a hopeful smile. If it wasn't to his liking, they could easily go elsewhere; that they enjoyed themselves was the most important thing to him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:23 pm
The image of Brad struggling with the chopsticks made him smile a little because it would be an amusing sight to see. Kenta nodded in agreement with the man's decision, he actually did miss eating some traditional Japanese food which was actually staple in his old household. "About the chopsticks, don't worry. I can teach you." he said, the smile never departing his face.
As soon as they walked in, Kenta was surprised at the sudden coldness --the feeling very opposite than what it felt being outside. He shivered for a little at the start but after a few seconds he got used to it, feeling that the cool air was comfortable.The young brunette looked around the restaurant, it definitely had an oriental feel it wasn't very 'traditional' Japanese but it was perfectly fine for Kenta, it was very modern and stylish. The interior looked nice, well organized and pleasing to the eye. Kenta looked at the welcoming people and gave a slight bow of the head and replied, "Arigatou gozaimasu" it seemed that being here made his other half act up after being dormant since he came into this city.
Kenta then turned back to Brad, placing the hand on the man's arm lightly. "Feeling hot outside. hm?" he said as one of the persons started to lead them to one of the tables.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:42 pm
"I've heard that before," he replied in good humor. He wasn't sure how many people had tried to teach him, but his fingers were often not delicate enough to grasp the things just so. Brad was lost in the memory of trying to hold them when he heard Japanese by his side, prompting him to turn and blink at his companion. Of course, the older man had an idea of Kenta's heritage, but for some reason it still surprised him. "Nice," he said to himself more than the waiter, rather liking the accent and the way the words rolled off the other's tongue.
Moving his hand to cover the one on his arm, Brad chuckled lightly. "It's a tad bit warm, yes," he inclined his head, following the hostess to be seated. "I'm a bit of a miniature heater myself, if you recall." He released Kenta's hand, carefully seating himself in one of the stools, hiking his foot onto the bottom bar with a polite 'thank you' as the hostess departed. His indigo eyes shifted to his hands, thoughtful. "I don't feel overly warm, but I'm not a sun bather either."
Intense eyes shifted back to Kenta. "What about you? Aren't you warm in long sleeves? Even rolled up..." He extended one of his hands to gently curl his fingers beneath the folded sleeve of the shirt, sampling the texture of the shirt between his fingertips. "...it's good quality, seems thick." Brad tilted his head to the side, observing the other for any signs fo discomfort.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:23 pm
"Yes, I remember. But being very warm is very useful in cold weathers. You were rather very comfortable that time." Kenta found warmth much better than feeling cold, this was because cold weather was dominant in his old hometown, normally you would get used to cold weather but this was not the case with the young man.
Kenta mimicked the actions of the older man and took a seat next to him, resting his elbows on the table and pushed back his long bangs and tucked it behind his ears. His purple eyes went back and forth at the delicacies he was seeing right in front of him and the other food being served to other people. he hadn't realized it but he was hungry. His food daydream was interrupted when he felt Brad touch a part of his folded sleeve and fiddled with it a little as he talked. "Not at all, it is rolled up anyway, makes it cooler that way" he tilted his head to the side as if wearing long sleeves all the time (especially in a warm day) was the most normal thing in the world. "It feels.. comfortable though." he had a doubtful tone in his voice paired with a quizzical look on his face as he said this. He touched the fabric for himself, it was crisp, light and was the right thing to wear today, at least he thought so.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:33 pm
The Italian simply shook his head, chuckling to himself. He was wearing a thin over shirt along with the tank top, and that was almost too much for him; no matter how crisp the fabric was, it still seemed warm to him. "To each their own, then," he smiled, turning his wrist so that his fingers rubbed over Kenta's forearm before drawing his hand back to himself. His attention shifted to the menu, looking over all the names he could in no way, shape, or form pronounce, although he essentially knew what they were.
"So. Kenta." It occured to him he didn't know the waiter's last name. "Do you recommend anything in particular?" He continued to observe the menu, eyes skimming over familiar entres and unfamiliar alike. After a moment, he cocked his head to the side, turning his scrutiny onto the young man. There were still many things Brad didn't know about the waiter, but it didn't bother him very much; he enjoyed what he did know, and that was good enough for him. Last name or not, it was still Kenta by his side.
He smiled to himself, a little lost in his own thoughts. Brad wasn't entirely sure what his own point was, but he seemed to be slow to think when the waiter was around.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:53 am
Kenta tilted his head to the side, reading the contents of the menu in his head, reading the Japanese characters at the side as well as their English counterparts. He was a little wrapped up in his thoughts when Brad asked him about what food was good to eat. "Hm.." he closed one of his eyes as he thought long and hard, "What kind of things do you like? ..Oh Wakame is really good, refreshing. it's seaweed by the way." he looked at the other man, quite unsure of his preferences, "Any type of Udon is delicious too."
He looked up from his menu to the other man, wondering if he followed what he had said since he spoke quite fast. To make sure he was heard he leaned over to the man, his shoulder touching the others and pointed to the things he had just said, his fingertips lightly traveling on Brad's menu. "They're here.. and here." the brunette spoke, still not moving from his position as he seemed to be focused on the menu again, thinking of other possible dishes that the host would possibly like.
As the young man did this he forgot about his own menu and read the one he was looking at, his bright eyes scanning the writings. Without meaning to he could smell the natural scent of the man, and he was quite familiar with that smell since he had already slept with him two times to date. He had a feeling of comfort as he thought of this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:50 am
"Oh I'll eat just about anything," he said honestly, and it was near the truth. He was easy to please, and while he occasionally had preference, he did like to try new things. Brad automatically shifted his arm at an angle so Kenta could lean in closer, although his eyes traveled over the young man even as he was pointing things out to him, feeling his curiosity rising. "I heard the squid one is good, but the egg is an acquired taste."
His gaze finally turned back to the menu, tilting his head as he browsed what was available to them, pushing it a little more between themselves so Kenta could see better. One of his hands moved to clasp the arm against his own, not really thinking about the motion as they sat there. "We're here for spicy, so what spicy do you think is good? But..."
Again Brad looked at the waiter, his smile quiet and light. "Say a few more for me?" he asked with almost child-like intruige, gently squeezing the arm he held. He wanted to hear Kenta speak in Japanese again, in what he was now thinking was his native tongue alongside the one he had slipped into during their last closed door meeting.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:38 pm
"I can eat just about anything as well," his focus was still on the man's menu. "Just.. looking at this menu makes me quite nostalgic." Kenta decided to say what was on his mind at that moment, his eyes turning to the older man for a second with thoughtful eyes.
"Oh yes, squid. We should order that.." the young brunette welcomed the movement of the other man's arm, staying still as to not move from his current position. "Don't worry about me, I can just put a lot of wasabi in everything" he replied rather cheerily but was stopped short as the host requested him to say more of the dishes. He was curious of why but he naturally gave in to what Brad had asked of him.
"Ebi no Pirikara, a spicy shrimp one. And there's Geso kara age, squid...hmm, Ika no Maruyaki.." Kenta looked at the man, as if asking if he should go on. At this point they should really order already (Kenta had been reading the menu for far too long) but he was too busy enjoying the moment. Unconsciously he ran his fingers along the other's, his touch gentle as always.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:51 pm
A content grin parted his smile, his indigo eyes sweeping over Kenta's face as he gave in to his request. Brad was amazed, bemused and in a quiet sort of awe as he listened, enjoy the soft and lilting words that were so foreign to him. He allowed his grin to remain as the waiter looked at him, openly displaying his pleasure for the moment. "Thank you," he said quietly, the fingers on the young man's arm lifting in the slightest, attempting to return the touch without moving his hand.
At the mention of ordering, he looked around for someone to take it; it seemed that was what the waitress was waiting for, coming to the table with a sweet smile and a small bit of giggling. Brad gave her a puzzled smile, eyes flitting back to Kenta. "Do you mind ordering? I can't say anything you just did, but that spicy shrimp and the...squid, yeah, that sounded good." He nodded to himself, adding, "And just a Sprite to drink if you have it, ma'am."
After the order was made, he looked at Kenta a bit longer before asking, "Did you live in Japan? You speak...really lovely." He didn't know how to say someone spoke a language well; really, it could have been less about the words spoken and more about the voice using them, but he was still curious all the same.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:20 am
Kenta turned his attention to the waitress as she came over, giving the both of them a small smile as she asked what they had wanted to order. He gave a quiet nod to Brad and turned back to the menu, the words pouring out naturally as he spoke, "Geso kara age, Ebi no Pirikara and a glass of water, thank you." the young man bowed his head to the waitress as she gave them another smile accompanied by a giggle before walking away.
When the older man asked his question there was a few seconds of silence from the brunette, he was evidently lingering on his answer. Normally he wouldn't expound on his answer but in this case it was different, "Yes, I did." his bright eyes softening, "In Tokyo. I really did not like the place much, it was too busy for me. And.. thank you." he said, a little embarrassed at the man's compliment at his way of speaking. He lowered his head a little, "I was taught Japanese alongside with English when I was still young, fortunately." and he was definitely thankful for that, if he did not know English then running away to a foreign country would be much harder.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:48 am
Brad chuckled softly, more to himself than his company as the food was ordered. He was no different himself in genuine Italian restaurants, but it was still somewhat remarkable to find someone bi- and tri-lingual in New York. Especially languages as diverse as their own. "You could read a cookbook in Japanese and I'd be happy just to listen to you," he remarked, only partially joking.
Spotting the pensive look at Kenta's face, he opened his mouth to tell the other he didn't have to say anything, but snapped it shut as the waiter started to talk. He squeezed the arm in his grasp very lightly, both in encouragement and in gratitude. Brad could tell he'd hit another sore spot that he'd have to not tread too closely to, not unless Kenta brought it up of his own will. "New York is busier than where I came from," he smiled, hoping to ease some of the tension. "I don't mind the people. Just the traffic."
He looked away for a moment, considering, before returning his eyes to Kenta. "You know you don't have to say anything you don't want to, or talk about anything that's hard," he said very quietly, enough so that if the waiter had been sitting upright rather than leaning in, he may not have heard. "I just find myself curious when it comes to you." Brad's smile wavered; he hoped he wasn't insulting the young man, but he felt it was rude not to be honest. Kenta deserved that much from him.
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