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Hanging out in the Plaza after an unfruitful day of prowling, Hayate ran a hand through his long bangs, sweeping them up out of his face and resting his hand against his forehead. It seemed he wasn't quite as good at getting the girls as he thought himself to be as all of his efforts had done him little good so far. The girls around here simply seemed to be a little more complicated than he had anticipated, and they certainly didn't respond as he expected from his studies. (And he had made sure to read up on the subject a lot.) So what was a young stud like he to do when the girls just weren't willing to give it up?

Change his game plan.

Hayate had been called a lot of things in his life, and he would be the first to admit that he deserved more than half of those titles, but prideful was not one of them. Sure, he was at least a little full of himself, any cat who looked as good as he did would be, but he wasn't beneath asking for help. Leaning against the fountain in the plaza center, the young male decided his best option for attaining what it was he was after would be to ask some of the older, more experienced toms that lived around these parts. If he played his cards right, he was certain he could get at least a few of them to offer him some trophy tales. With ears tilted back slightly, he let his pale green eyes scan the area for anyone who might be of some use.

As he sat there waiting, he noticed a white cat making his way over. The halo was a bit strange, but Hayate wasn't about to get picky. Keeping a nonchalant demeanor as the older tom drew near, the kit casually glanced over when he stooped to drink. "Hey there, Fellow. You look quite pleased with yourself, have a good night?" He noticed the man's loosened tie and grinned deviously. This cat definitely looked the part, and the scent clinging to him of some unnamed lady didn't get past the younger cat either. Flipping with a care free manner, the pale-yellow cat's tail whisked across the cement of the fountain, brushing the water's surface just barely and sending a few droplets in the stranger's direction. "Oh, I'm sorry if this seems suddenly intrusive, I just couldn't help but notice that lovely aroma drifting from your clothes." Hayate had never really spoken to a man before, besides his brothers and fathers, and so he wasn't entirely sure what approach he should take, not that it held him back at all.

'Now that he thought about it?' Hayate was slightly confused by those words, how would one not know... or remember what kind of night they had? Shifting to view the tom more straight-on, the young cat's nose twitched. Beneath the sweet aroma of a woman was another stale tang he had not yet come across. As he analyzed the information he was silently gathering, the older cat continued to speak to him, and with a surprising lack of finesse or charm. How lame!

Unconsciously, the boy's face had fallen into a disappointed frown and when he finally flicked his ears and looked into the eyes of the white and blue-haired male, his only response was, "What are 'cooties'?" Was this guy talking down to him? He wasn't really that young after all! With a bit of ire, the pale kit's tail began whipping the air behind him as he sized up the older guy. So far, his plan was failing horribly; this fellow was even less of a gentleman than he was, there was no way in hell he could possibly be any good with the ladies, right? They simply don't take to such crude behavior! Needless to say, Hayate was becoming quite confused about the man before him, and the scent of perfume was becoming more and more misplaced in his mind.

Hayate's tail continued to twitch, if it was nothing, then why did he bring it up in the first place? And now he was going on about something else! Bored, the younger cat let his eyes wander, looking for more promising toms than this one. He also spotted the ladies as they passed and grinned. "Who would waste their time on something like that?" Lowering his ears, he glanced back at the white and blue haired guy, his expression changing into one of irritation, "I'm out here to do what you were doing! I'm trying to pick up some ladies, but you're not helpful at all for this venture." The women had already disappeared into the crowd when Hayate looked back and his face fell. Ugh! This guy was treating him like a kid and totally ruining his image and his chances! Why had he thought that this would be a good idea? The young tom put a hand to his face, pale green eyes slid back over to the strange man through his fingers. "Man, I think I might just take up that whole 'pride' thing after all... There was no point in thinking I could just ask for advice." He leaned forward, his black ponytail slipping over his shoulder. What to do now?