split on a stranger

[willowed]

Nuriko loves working under Robin Goodfellow. That man is sharp, sweet, an asshole, and above all, decadent in ways Nuriko hasn't been able to enjoy since her time in Emperor Saihitei's harem. (Before the days of knowing him as Hotohori.) Even though there's much of the harem that Nuriko didn't come to enjoy until after she made it her goal to work up the ranks, that doesn't make her any less fond of the fine food, the intricate decorations, and the lovely clothing above all. Working for Robin earns Nuriko enough of a salary to purchase beautifully tailored outfits, deliberately showing off as much of her long legs as she can.

The styles here are at once freeing and restrictive, Nuriko's found, but she's never minded a bit of interesting fashion.

Making the most out of her break, Nuriko cuts herself a slice of chocolate hazelnut torte and sets about meeting some of her fellow employees. Figuring that height's as good of a starting point as anything, she sets after the tall, broody brunette, grinning as she seats herself down directly across from him.

"You know," she remarks, tilting her head. "When you're that tall and refuse to smile, it might intimidate a lot of people."

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[theprodigalson]

Semele's is really not the ideal job for a person like Sam. But, at the same time, it actually is. He's more than familiar with the work now, it keeps him busy and enables him to almost constantly keep an eye on Dean. And he knows the clientele.

Miraculously, he's managed to not even feel the need to threaten any of them yet. Though he's come close.

It can't be good for his blood pressure. But then, when has he ever really cared about that? His brother eats cheeseburgers and french fries and deep fried anything for the same reason; neither Winchester has ever thought they'd live old enough where their health would be an issue.

He's cleaning up a recently vacated spot at the bar when the girl, another of Robin's employees, drops down right across from him and he arches a brow. "Maybe that's what I'm going for," he says, sweeping the rag across the countertop.