"Well of course, have a seat. The more the merrier, after all."

The pretty girl said yes! Yay! Sutaka would quickly bring his fist up and bring it down, muttering yes to himself as an act of celebration! He would eagerly squeeze into the booth, his face showing signs of pure happiness. His smile would still be plastered on his face, not showing signs of fading. While he was sitting, he would place his elbows on the table, because who has time for manners? He would rest his chin in his hands, his gaze set on Toraika. Man, she sure was pretty! Sutaka was really lucky that the lady was nice enough to let him sit with her. He obviously wouldn't mind sitting next to a unpretty person, he a nice person! But this girl was gorgeous! She was a lot better looking than most girls Sutaka has seen. Boy, was he excited! His face would definitely show this with his eager smile and focus eyes. But did he care? Not one bit!

He'd look around the restaurant once again out of curiosity, but his gaze showed no lines of leaving Toraika. He watched as a smile appeared on her face. Oh boy, a smile! Sutaka wouldn't even look at the waiter as he came over to deliver the sake, it was almost the pretty lady made him forget the reason his came to The Dragon's Tongue! Well, at least his was socializing... kind of. He'd sit in silence with the girl for a bit, but he didn't pay it any mind. He was okay with silence, as he didn't talk to people that often anyway. At least had a good sight to get transfixed on! The lady's gasp would draw him of his trance, his mouth and eyes opening with an equal amount of surprise.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so rude! My name is Yoisha Toraika, and what is your name? I'm sorry for not introducing myself sooner."

Yoisha Toraika. Even her name was pretty! Man, today was sure turning out to be a good day. Sutaka would pay her Toraika's apologies no mind, as he wasn't really offended in the first place. As for her question, he opened his mouth and blurted out the first thing to came to mind. He wasn't really one to think about what he says, after all.


As Sutaka realized what he said, he would visually crumble. He just complimented someone! A girl, at that! Today was really filled with new experiences. His freckled cheeks were quickly adorned with a touch of red. Toraika's movements would quickly make his crumbling worse. As she leaned forward, Sutaka made sure to keep his eyes clearly away from her slightly revealed chest. With this, Sutaka's whole face would show signs of blushing. Man, wasn't this and embarrassing situation?! His elbows would leave the table and go to his lap as if he just went to defense. Oh no, the pretty lady just turned into a scary lady! With the girl's question, Sutaka would try to stutter out a response. Why exactly did his come here again?

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Karisuma eyes were a rare thing these days. The reason was quite obvious, known to most people of Sunagakure, even if they were recent arrivals. The entire clan had been massacred about four years prior, much to the secret gratitude of most people in the country. It was no secret that the Karisuma had commanded a wide network of illegal trade including drugs and child slaves taken from their own ranks. Misaki had been one of them. It was the reason why he was alive right now, he supposed. Silver lining. In any case, that meant that his eyes were also a rare thing - eyes that could entice those who looked at them, inspire a feeling of pure and unadulterated joy. He supposed that was why he was hired for jobs in customer service.

The young boy did that often. Mission payouts were decent, but he could only get that when he was assigned to do certain tasks. There was little he could do for money in between. Working jobs like this one was simple, though, and a good distraction. He smiled at himself in the mirror of the break room, tying an apron around his uniform. It was time to start his shift. He patted down his uniform, evening the odd wrinkles here and there before stepping out of the room, through the kitchen and into the restaurant itself. It was a slow day, by the looks of it. There weren't a lot of occupied tables, which made his job easier, albeit boring. He saw an odd couple sitting in a booth on the far side of the floor - conveniently one of the tables he was assigned to.

Misaki waves at the boy whose shift she was taking over, smiling kindly as he usually did. Taking out his pen and paper in case the two customers wanted to order anything. He could see them more clearly now that he was getting closer. There was a young looking boy with a tuft of messy blonde hair. Freckles dotted his face, over his nose and cheeks. They were almost entirely covered by a shade of crimson as brown eyes fixed on the woman in front of him. Her hair was was of a similar color to the boy's. It tumbled down the sides of her face in neat curls. She was a beautiful woman by almost anyone's standard, with very feminine features and a curvy body. Misaki, however, thought very little of it.

"Hi, my name's Misaki and I'll be taking over as your waiter today," He introduced himself, making sure to lock eyes with each of them, as his manager had instructed him to. His doujutsu was by no means activated, but the Karisuma eyes had been known to passively generate a light feeling of euphoria in some people. "Can I help you with anything?" He asked, looking at the boy specifically, noticing that he didn't really have an order in front of him.