IC: Dorian (Restaurant, Ga-Koro)
"Honey, don't look obvious, but do you SEE--"
"No, no, that's definitely Toa Kynaera; man, I really hope she's not taken.."
"God, that guy in the shades is just a-dorable..."
Well, I mean, I don't like to brag, but...this felt pretty awesome.
The Arete, from what I'd gathered, were celebrities here, of the same rank and file of the First Toa, and, if what I could discern from the mutterings of every single man or group of men in the area on the balcony or inside the restaurant itself was true, Kynaera and Anthyn (don't even get me started...) were goddesses to the people here. Everyone was gunning to court the two lovely ladies, and just by being here with Ky, receiving a nickname from her, I had made my portrait a target on about a hundred men's dartboards, followed by a hundred more for every time her eyes twinkled when she looked at me.
Not like it matters much; if the science experiment I once attempted during my days as a Mark Bearer wasn't a fluke, my cheekbones could cut normal darts in half, so I wasn't overly worried.
"Nope, just drinks, Ky," I replied, putting emphasis on the moniker just to see how many PO'd failed suitors I could make foam at the mouth without deliberately looking like I was attempting anything. Then I sighed, leaned my head back, stared at her with deep ultramarine eyes through tinted black lenses of hipster sunglasses and grinned. Alright, fine, I admit it, I was kind of trying to show off, but...this was Ky. I didn't want to show off, I wanted to have lunch. Share a meal, laugh together, try and see who would awkwardly brush the other's hand first in an awkward little waiting game. "I wanted to wait for you: my coffee was getting lukewarm."
Whatever. Just for Kynaera, I wouldn't show off.
"Take off the glasses, Dor. We're in public."
"But but but."
"Dorian. The glasses. Put them away."
I smirked to myself and rolled up my eyes; when they returned to their normal positions and I was satisfied I had managed to slip the gesture past Pride, I slid the glasses off and placed them on the improvised little armrest I'd created for myself on the lip of the balcony. The flash mob of Ga-Matoran had gradually disappeared and begun to spread out through the village, probably hoping to catch Grokk in a side alley or squatting in an empty hut, toasting to his kill. I knew the Skakdi was smarter than that, though: by now, he was probably already out of Ga-Wahi, off to the Canyon, where he would collect his money with a roguish wink and a joke about old people, and then the cycle of Grokk's life would repeat itself until he either slipped up and died or he got someone angry and then died.
That's my boy.
The waitress came over again, shooting Kynaera a surprised glance - which only fueled my smile - before looking back at me: "Your, uh...your order, sir?"
"Grilled tomato mozzarella on ciabatta, love," I said softly with a gentle smile in her direction that, even from here, I could tell made her up her smile a notch a bit too. "Side salad, house dressing, with a loaf of bread and olive oil for two. Maybe some chips. Surprise me."
When the waitress finished jotting down my order on her little notepad thing, she turned towards Kynaera, who finally turned her sparkling green gaze away from me. Instantly, I felt slightly less warm for some reason: have you ever seen the flash, just as the sun finishes setting, where the entire horizon goes a bright, soul-searching green? That flash was Ky's gaze, fleeting, calculated, but at the same time warm, protective, subtly enthusiastic. Shaking the sudden feeling of loneliness off, I propped my right elbow up on the edge of the balcony and rested my right temple on my knuckles, watching Pride slowly peruse a menu, looking for something she felt like she was in the mood for.
This might take a while.