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@♥ fujimaru ritsuka Expect the unexpected, huh? So far... there were not any events in Hitagi's life that required such a 'daring escape,' like this man had said. Having lived with her being on the spotlight, with the paparazzi watching her back (though not as much as the celebrities, but still annoying enough), she could say that she disliked the limelight. She did not like being on the center of attention. She would rather blend with the background, than have every pair of eyes in the world upon her frail self. "It's not like it's guaranteed that you'd have enough time to change, anyway. Would it not be better if one learned how to protect oneself even in uncomfortable clothing?" But oh well, what did she know about such things? She would have been taught how to defend herself in times of need when she was younger, but that was not possible anymore. Because of a disease that had fallen upon her body before, she was not allowed to do any strenous physical activities.

Such a shame. It might have been fun to learn self-defense.

She wondered if some adults (did he count as an adult already? She was really curious about his age) were this patient with people with a personality such as herself. She was aware of how ill-tempered she was, aware of how sharp her tongue could be if she wanted to. He was too... friendly? Was that the correct word to describe him? She had to wonder how far she could go with her words toward this man. She was quite certain that he would be able to tolerate a young lady's insults, but to what extent? Well, it was not as though she insulted people intentionally... The words just came out of naturally... unintentionally... and without any thoughts of actually trying to offend others. Oh well, if he could not take her words, then he would have to tell her. She pursed her lips in thought, shifting into a more comfortable position. She took her heels off. Seeing as she was the only one in the back and Fujimaru was the only one with her, it was harmless.

She placed the pair of shoes beside her feet, flexing her toes. Ah... it felt nice for her toes to feel finally free. If only she felt as free as her toes... She shook her head at the thought. There were a lot of things her parents had decided for her without even asking for what she thought of them, one of them being all this security reason. They were being too strict over her, too protective, perhaps. She would have felt loved if she did not know the truth. She exhaled sharply at the thought — she should not ruin her evening even more with such thoughts in her mind. She waited patiently for the male to go inside the vehicle, and she pondered for a moment at his question. "Ah, let's go to *****'s mall. It'll open for me," she replied after a few seconds. The owner of that mall was a dear friend of her father, and she had been told once before that she was allowed to come there even when it was about to close in a few minutes. "Alert them for me." She had not taken the owner on his offer before, but recently, when she came back to Japan, she had been taking advantage of it. Might as well, else the offer would go to waste.

@♡ senjougahara hitagi He looked at her as she spoke and the corners of his lips curled into a grin. He was...smiling despite her tone, an easy smile and he seemed unfazed by her words. He could see how people can be disheartened by being told that the other party didn't have any intentions to be friends, but he was used to people with similar personalities. He /worked/ with them, they were members of his /family/. His smile grew at her when she said "however i wouldn't mind some company for the rest of the evening."

"of course!" He paused and tilted his head, a mischievous grin on his lips. "Expect the unexpected, ojou-sama. It never hurts to be prepared, who knows if one day you need to make a daring escape and you are in an outfit that restricts your movements by the slightest?" God knows how many times he's had to done it, especially in skin tight outfits. It may have been a few mistakes he made when he was first starting out, but now he wouldn't dare leave the Organization grounds in uncomfortable clothing. Or even in the organization as he needed to run around, quite alot and often.

"Oh, that sounds like fun. I needed to get more casual clothing really or more clothing in general. half of my closet is just full of work clothes. Honestly, there is no need to have a strap on my shoulders and upper chest. but there is a black strap there." Ritsuka huffed goodnaturedly as he watched her go into the back seat. He paused, almost contemplating before going towards the trunk of the car and motioned to the valet to close the door for the back seat. Opening the Trunk, he placed the briefcase inside before pulling his clothes bag closer to him. Pulling it open, he placed the suit jacket inside neatly, He had a few outfits in the bag; a casual outfit, semi-formal and a more...clubbing outfit, he figured that it'll make more sense if he went semi-formal. He pulled out a pair of dark jeans, looking dangerously similar to the pants he was wearing at the moment. He pulled his tie to be undone and ed his vest to put into the bag as well. His fingers smoothing out his shirt, or seemingly to as he felt the unnoticeable bumps of the straps wrapped around his waist. Grabbing his dark jeans, he slammed the trunk closed and slid into the open door of the driver's seat and tossed his jeans onto the passenger seat. Pressing a few more bills into the valet's hand, Ritsuka shut the door and pulled the seat belt over him, buckling him into the vehicle.

"I'll change my pants at a different place. It wouldn't take too long, i just didn't want to have the car waiting here as i rushed back in to change. Besides, the faster we leave the faster we can get going to the late night shopping spree." Ritsuka explained and he began to undo the top few buttons of his dress shirt. "Seat belt please." shifting the car from neutral to drive, he pulled out into the street and began to drive. "is there a specific mall you'd like to go to, or would any one work?"

@♥ fujimaru ritsuka Hitagi did not even bother waiting for the other to catch up to her. Fujimaru was taller, and it would be quite easy for him to match her pace anyway — she was wearing heels and while she could run in these heels and she was used to walking in such, it still slowed her usual pace down. She however stopped in her tracks right in front of the restaurant, and she listened to his words with her back turned to him. Her legs ached a little to have been walking around a lot that day in those heels, but she managed to stand steadily. "Potential friends, you say?" she said. Her voice was soft and gentle, almost befitting of the image her peers had of her — a fragile, fragile lady — though her tone was anything but that. "I believe you have mistaken my thoughts. I have no intentions in pursuing any sort of relationship past acquaintances. I was simply using you as an excuse to leave the restaurant." Her orbs hid behind her lashes as she closed her eyes. It was of no secret now that she did not fancy being in the same room as her parents, especially her father.

She then let a soft breath out, and she opened her eyes, turning her body a little to face him, moving her head back just a bit. She held her hands behind her back, a faint smile hinting on her lips as she spoke once more, "however I wouldn't mind some company for the rest of the evening." She fully turned to face him, the heels of her shoes creating a satisfying sound against the cement. She eyed the man's current appearance, now that she was given a chance to look at him freely. The suit looked quite nice on him, she noted on her mind, and he was not that much taller than herself — not that she was that tall by Asian female standards. "Hmm, feel free to change," she replied, before she thought about her own outfit, glancing down on her clothes. "Oh, I was not expecting to go out tonight, so I did not bring any casual clothing with me."

She touched her lips with her finger, contemplating for a few moments, her other hand under her elbow. She then moved her attention back to Fujimaru, raising the aforementioned finger as though to prove a point. "Well, why don't you accompany me for a late night shopping spree?" she said, though she was certain that he was not going to say no. From now on, he was to be with her as much as possible, and she would rather. . . use her advantages as much as she would like. She took the silver accessory off her hair smoothly, and her hair flowed down, past her bottoms. She shook her head gently, flipping her hair behind with both of her hands.

"I'll sit in the back," she said, and one of the valets opened the door to the back. Without missing a beat, she headed inside the vehicle, resting her back against the seat. He was asking a lot of questions, but she supposed that was only normal. It was his job to know more about his client, after all. For now, she was simply going to have him deal with all of her whims. Surely, she was allowed to do that. It was not as though she was going to... push past her limits. "Don't take too long, Fujimaru-san."

@♡ senjougahara hitagi Honestly? Ritsuka wasn't sure if he was expecting her eagerness to get out or not. But he could somewhat get why. As she got up and headed towards the door, Ritsuka himself stood up as well. Ritsuka took one of the contracts and placed it into the briefcase clasping it and locking it before getting up. "thank you for coming to Chaldea Security organization. We assure you that the life of your daughter will be safe under our watch and we will perform the best of our abilities to do so." With that and a slight bow, Ritsuka strided out of the room, keeping his pace with Hitagi. He already pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the valet. "Yes, We are leaving now, please bring my car to the front." Ritsuka spoke in the phone and his whole demeanor was fitting for his position, confidence. His fingers itched to tug at the tie and he wanted to jump out of the suit to his regular clothes. Instead he settled on removing his jacket, for the moment, as they started to walk out of the restaurant and away from the room that her parents were in.

"Ojou-sama, before we head to a more casual setting, I'd like to change my outfit. I have a spare outfit in my car, and it wouldn't take me long to change. Do you, yourself have some clothes you can change into as well? As comfortable i'm sure your dress may be, it surely doesn't give the vibes of two....potential friend's hanging out?" Ritsuka asked with a tilt of his head and an easy smile as they were walking out of the restaurant.

"Of course, I would like to talk to you a bit more in regards of the job. But we can talk about it later. Is there anywhere specific you'd like to go? A park? A mall?" Ritsuka had such an easy smile on his lips, and as they left the restaurant, the passenger seat and the driver seat doors were open and two valets were standing there, waiting for their arrival.

"Do you feel more comfortable sitting in the passenger seat or would you like to sit in the back?" Ritsuka asked turning to Hitagi as he waited for her response. He hated to make assumptions and refused to let himself assume that she wanted to sit in the back because of her status. Instead he wanted to get to know her, as a person, and understand her better. He will not jump to conclusions and would simply ask for a while before getting the gist of her personality and he could go forward from there.

@♥ fujimaru ritsuka The young heiress nodded, and a butler handed the head of Senjougahara. Almost immediately, he signed the contracts easily. Hitagi simply watched — it was not like she could do anything to force her father to change his mind. She would rather not be the target of a terrifying man. She looked at Ritsuka from the corners of her eyes. Get along, huh? Not many were able to get along with her — she was aware of the fact that it was her own persnality that had made it that way. She did not mind, in fact, she wanted it that way. There were less people who poked their noses where it did not belong. There were less people whom she had to deal with a fake smile on a daily basis. She had long been aware of the fact that most of them simply befriended her for being a member of the Senjougahara household.

To find a sincere friend among this sea of greed would be a miracle, she supposed.

She was drinking from her tea carefully, when the guard suddenly said that he would like to spend time with her alone. Her movements halted, seemingly surprised by the words. That meant she was able to get out of her parents' sight already. Before her father could even speak, she had already placed her cup of tea back on the table, lips moving faster than she could think about her words. "Yes. In fact, I would like to know more about him, to see what kind of man I'm entrusting my life to." Those were the first words that came to mind, and her azure orbs meeting her father's sapphire pair.

No matter how hard Hitagi tried, she truly could not read what was on this man's head. Her father simply smiled and nodded, gesturing toward the door with his hand. "Of course. Be careful. Don't burden him too much, Hitagi." The aforementioned daughter's jaw clenched at the words, but she merely put on a polite smile.

"I won't, Otou-sama," she replied, and she stood up, pushing the chair back. "I'll be heading back to home after this. Please enjoy the rest of your evening, Otou-sama, Okaa-sama," she said with a slight bow of her torso. She then briefly glanced at Ritsuka, before she headed toward the door, bringing her purse with her. Her movements were smooth and fluid, but in her mind she had already wanted to run out of that place. But she had to keep her composure — at least, until she was out of sight.

@♡ senjougahara hitagi He saw Hitagi's grip on the paper tighten and did not let his curiosity in his expression. Perhaps when they talked later, they could figure out how he is to perform his duties but not have her become uncomfortable. "I appreciate it. Now that all the legalities are out of the way, we just need to sign the contract and I can begin my duties as a bodyguard." Ritsuka nodded and turned his attention to the gentle tone.

An easy smile on his lips and his eyes twinkling with a grin. "I do hope we get along." He chose to not comment on the age, as it seemed like it wasn't too much of an issue in this job. Many times before, were people skeptical of his abilities because of his age. But his age did help him with other jobs. He turned his attention to Hitagi as she began to speak. He nodded and noticed how she looked like she wanted to say something but didn't. His eyes narrowed slightly, practically unnoticeable as she said the last part of her sentence. She seemed, hesitant with the answer. Perhaps it had to do whether or not she was choosing her words around her parents. Her reason? He could think of a potential few. .

He made a mental note to talk to her later, when her parents weren't with them. He could get to know her better in a more open environment than this one. Picking up his contract, he pulled a pen out of his briefcase and scrawled his signature on the line he needed to. He placed his copy of the contract in front of the head of the Senjougahara and took their copy, scrawling his signature again. "After the Contract is signed, I'd like to be able to spend time with the Ojou-sama alone. i'd much like to know how she is like in a much more casual atmosphere. Will she be okay with this?"

@♥ fujimaru ritsuka Alright, that was it. Hitagi would simply have to hope that Fujimaru would not approach her that often in class, especially in the eyes of others. She had already built a reputation of being unapproachable because of her so-called, 'coldness.' She could imagine most of her classmates' reactions once they saw him talk to her, and she would have to say that she would be amused if that indeed happened. She turned her gaze from her father to the black haired man on the other side of the table, as her father smiled widely, almost triumphantly. That smile sent a random thought to Hitagi's mind: would her father use Fujimaru to know his daughter's every movement? The thought made her hold onto the paper tightened, but she was careful not to crumple it in any way. She let out a soft exhale.

"I'll have the enrollment papers sent to you as soon as possible. Perhaps tomorrow. University is starting soon for Hitagi-chan," her father said, leaning back onto the chair. His expression was still ever pleasant, and it looked good on his features.

"I'm sure the two of you would get along. You two are quite close in age, after all," Hitagi's mother had said in her gentle, gentle tone, a smile as 'pleasant' as her husband's plastered on her lips. Hitagi could not help the rise of her eyebrow at the words, and she looked at Fujimaru curiously. How old was he? Now she could say that he was definitely a little young to be leading such an esteemed security service like Chaldea. However, she opted not to voice any of her thoughts right then. Her parents' presence intimidated her quite a bit. She pursed her lips, as she focused on his questions.

"The university does have campus dorms, though I don't live there. Otou-sama has arranged for a house of my own near the university." For her independence, she could remember her father saying. As the only heiress to their company, she had to learn to be independent... by using the luxuries that were given to her on a golden platter. 'I walk sometimes...' she wanted to say, but she made sure not to say that in front of her parents. She had always preferred walking, since she could arrive at the campus after at least, thirty minutes of walking, though it was getting harder to 'convince' her butlers to let her roam around on her own. "I'm fetched to and from campus," she said instead. Most people on campus loved to flaunt their wealth to the others, especially to the scholars. One of the reasons why she preferred to walk was because she did not exactly like to flaunt her luxurious life. That kind of thing was simply not her style, unless the situation called for it, of course.

@♡ senjougahara hitagi He forced himself to not sigh hearing the fact that Hitagi was a university student. it made things harder on him, and now he had to come up with an idea to get into campus and be able to stay there for an unknown amount of time. He had already finished university, and could technically qualify as a student teacher. But that would add more work to his plate, already having an idea that he would have to grade all the papers and make assignments. Though, he could technically pawn it off to one of his coworkers with a pleading look to help him survive this job. But he dreaded becoming a student again, that was more work and he was not going to sign up for that again. However....becoming a student again wouldn't draw too many eyes to him, transfer students were normal, it was completely normal for a student to transfer in during odd times. His sapphire blue eyes darted between the head of Senjougahara and Hitagi as he thought, giving the illusion that he was listening. Well, he was, more half listening though.

What could he say though? He could come up with a few stories, but it would have to tie together so nothing was too obvious. If he went through the Senjougahara to get enrolled, perhaps there would be questions... He could have a few of his coworkers along with a few of the kids help him in regards of it. His mind already mapping out possible stories and who he could chose to help solidify the idea of it.

"I believe that the best way for me to be in the same university as the Ojou-sama is if I was to become a student. I've already played with the thought of potentially becoming a staff member, but that would require me to spend time away from her and with other students. That itself would hinder the job. A student is more ideal since it is not odd for random students to sit in the class meetings. I've done it several times with my friends during my time at university and no one batted an eye. Can you send me the enrollment papers so I can have them filled out properly, Senjougahara-san? I'm sure with your assistance, my....enrollment will be quick and relatively painless." Ritsuka inwardly winced, he was actually going to become a student again. Why can't he be put out of his misery.

"Ojou-sama, would you mind answering a few of my questions?" Ritsuka turned his attention to the purple haired girl. "Does your university have on campus dorms? if so, do you live on or off campus? If you live off campus, how do you normally commute to the campus?"

@♥ fujimaru ritsuka "Of course, as I've said, you will be by her side at all times. That includes our residence as well. We have already prepared your room," Mr. Senjougahara answered smoothly. So privacy would almost be nonexistent, Hitagi thought to herself, her face betraying not one of her thoughts and disagreement with the current situation. Hitagi held the contract with her slim fingers, blue orbs taking in each and every word that was stated in the paper. She was quite surprised to find out that he was the head of the organization — he really seemed quite young for the position, but she figured that it might be his skills that had granted him that role. She did not dare question anything else about that. She would simply hope to see it for herself. The contract seemed to answer all inquiries she might have had, and it felt as though they had already covered everything. This organization lived up to its reputation, Hitagi supposed, but that was not a surprise. Her eyes flickered momentarily to the head of the Senjougahara family. If there was one thing to say about them, it was that they sought the best among the best.

Well of course, that was to be expected. With a family as powerful as the Senjougahara's, it was only natural that they wanted the corps d'elite.

"But I am a university student, Otou-sama," Hitagi then spoke up, suddenly remembering that she was a student (it was quite hard to remember, when she had already ventured onto the life of an adult even when she was just very young). The university was an esteemed academic house, and while it would obviously have one of the elite security out there, she wondered if her father found the need for the guard to be with her there as well. "How is Fujimaru-san going to protect me within the school premises?" This felt like a scene she had watched in anime or read in so many novels online. If her father answered what Hitagi had in mind... well, that would prove quite troublesome.

The head of the Senjougahara did not even seem the slightest bit surprised with her question. It seemed that he had already thought about everything, and was more than capable of delivering every need that his daughter might require. "Well, if need be, I can prepare for Fujimaru-kun to be enrolled into the same university as you. That way, he will be able to protect you as quick as possible," he replied, and Hitagi did not know what to feel about that. "The Senjougahara's are more than capable of making that possible." Wow. This truly felt like it was something out of the anime she had watched before. "Unless, of course, Fujimaru-kun has another way of protecting you within school premises." Well, she hoped that Fujimaru had another way. She would rather not have someone monitor her every action and breathe upon her shoulders whenever possible. Being close to her without being a student or at least a staff of the university would bring too much unwarranted attention, and she disliked it.

@♡ senjougahara hitagi His eyes flittered in the room, subtly scanning his surroundings. A soft voice in his head that sounded dangerously like one of his mentors/coworkers. 'Multiple escape points. never let yourself get cornered. Know your information, think about every outcome even the most unlikely one.' "Of course" He smiled easily and walked up to the empty seat, sliding his briefcase off his shoulder before taking a seat.

"You are correct." Ritsuka answered easily and turned his attention on the daughter, giving her an easy smile and a dip of his head as a greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Senjougahara Ojou-sama." Returning his attention to the other male, Ritsuka rested his cheek against his closed fist, naturally emitting the confidence one should have for his position. "I am more than aware how dangerous the world can be, Senjougahara-san. I would like to confirm whether or not I will be protecting her at your residence as well. I simply would like to confirm because everyone has their own preference." He had also made a mental note on how to figure out how to give Hitagi some personal space, somewhere he wouldn't intrude unless absolutely necessary.

Ritsuka picked up his briefcase and unclasped it, pulling out multiple copies of the contract. "The organization would like to have a copy of this contract, but i've taken the liberty to make several copies. one for each party, and i've made a few more for Senjougahara-san, and Senjougahara Ojou-sama." A glance to the elder woman and Hitagi. He placed the contract on empty spots on the table, one each for the three family members.

"As you have said earlier, the contract states that I will be Senjougahara Hitagi-san's personal bodyguard until I find a more suitable one according to the needs for this job. if I am to be protecting the Ojou-sama at your residence, I am to be staying in a room nearby the Ojou sama's room so if something was to occur, I can take care of the threat quickly and easily. The section regarding Client responsibilities is relatively straightforward, and there is nothing different from this and any other bodyguards you had to sign contracts for. there is a section specialized for specifically me because of my status of Head of Active Members at Chaldea Security Organization. Under this contract and my employment, no one is at liberty to ask anything regarding sensitive work information; this falls under but is not limited to any questions, demands or even trying to look at any work sensitive documents. I am still expected to perform my duties at the Chaldea Security Organization, but I assure you it will not have any effect on my duties as the Ojou-sama's bodyguard. Of course, if for some unforeseen circumstance occurs where I am not able to perform my duties, I will inform all parties of the replacement that i will send in temporarily. Along with the replacement, I will send proof that i, myself, have approved of this replacement. During this circumstance, I suggest to see the proof first before allowing the replacement to carry on with my duties. Very rarely will I have to send in a replacement, but this is simply assurance to both the client and the Provider that if anything unforeseen occurs, it will be handled easily and smoothly. Please take the time to look over the contract and i am more than willing to answer any questions regarding it." Ritsuka explained, his voice calm as he picked up his own copy, explaining certain parts of the contract and any differences it would have between any previous bodyguards they may have hired.

@♥ fujimaru ritsuka Being the only daughter and heiress to a large business corporate certainly had its... perks, Hitagi supposed. Most ignorant people around her would think that she was simply living an easy luxurious life — while she would not deny the luxurious part, her life was definitely more than just 'easy.' Her role held a lot of responsibilities, along with another lot of limitations that were put upon her simply because her... conditions called for it. One of those perks was having a personal bodyguard. She could not exactly claim that a bodyguard was completely unnecessary, but she was not sure how to feel with her every action monitored by someone she barely knew. That was not to say that she was not used to it, however. She had been living on the spotlight since she was very young, having been born to powerful parents and being gifted with the appearance that called the attention of every on-looker and the brains to go with it. But getting a bodyguard meant they would most likely have to be with most of the time, and she did not like it. At all.

Now here she was on a restaurant, reserved only to the Senjougahara household just for tonight. Donning an off-shouldered black formal dress, sleeves just covering half of her forearm and the bottom stopping right at knee-length, she was seated on a chair on the side of her father and in front of her mother. Her hair was pulled into a low bun, with silver accessories used to keep it in place. Now here was the thing, Hitagi could care less about formal parties and she did not exactly mind them except for the fact that they were truly and utterly boring. She could not understand why they have to meet this bodyguard of hers over a formal dinner — could they not have just tell him to come to their mansion so they could formally meet? Was that not a possibility?

She fought the urge to let out a sigh. Her parents did not like it when she displayed such actions.

"Hello, Senjougahara-san," she had heard someone say, and she looked up from the plate to the newcomer. "I believe you've contacted the Chaldea Security Organization for a temporary bodyguard?" Hitagi's first thought about the male was that he looked young. Was he the one tasked with protecting her? Somehow she could not believe that, but she had long known that it would not be fair to judge someone by how young they looked. For all she knew, he might be their best fighter.

Her father was the first one to speak for them. "Ah, yes, that's correct." He gestured for him to sit with a fluid movement of his hand. "Take a seat, and we shall talk about what this contract covers." He then laced his fingers together under his chin, a pleasant smile adorning his features. Her father, despite the age, was still a good-looking man, as time apparently did almost nothing to affect his face. The same could be said with her mother, of course. Both were not just pretty, but they were smart as well. If not for their personalities, Hitagi might have felt fully proud of the people she owed her life to.

"You are... Fujimaru Ritsuka-kun, correct?" Her father first inquired. He then turned to look at Hitagi, who was simply observing the stranger whose she now learned because of him, and then back to Fujimaru. "As you have heard, this lady here is our only daughter, Hitagi." He paused, giving Hitagi the chance to greet the guard with a polite smile. "She will be your charge for as long as the contract states — in this case, until you are able to provide a more suitable guard for her." This was something she had already heard from them as an attempt to convince her to accept this set-up, though it was not like she could possibly refuse. "You must be with her at all times, and do not let her out of your sight. It's a dangerous world out there, and I don't want to risk it. I'm certain you are aware of the consequences if hostile men touched even a hair on her head, yes?" The pleasant smile ever present on his face, he continued, "I want flawless performance, Fujimaru-kun. I expect nothing less from the head himself."

@♡ senjougahara hitagi Ritsuka slipped into the black vehicle, glancing in the review mirror to fix his tie. He didn't even try to fix his hair, it was already decently looking. He was never the...super formal type. Practically everyone at the organization can vouch for him. Fixing his gloves, it only showed his fingers from the second knuckle up, but the back of his hands and part of his wrist was covered. it was the easiest way he could cover the tattoo he got with his twin sister, her having a matching one with small different details. Suits were never weird for Ritsuka, he was used to wearing it depending on the missions that he would go on. But honestly? He, rarely went on solos. It felt....weird being alone. Starting the car, Ritsuka began to back out of the organization's parking lot until his phone rang. Tapping on the screen in the car, he began driving to his destination.

"Yo! Chaldeluxe! What's up?" He answered and a groan was returned along with "You and your weird greetings." He shook his head with a laugh. "Well, it's not every day you call me, 'Zou. Does one of the kids need me to pick something up for them on the way home? Maybe some ice cream?" The other male's voice cut off before Ritsuka could make another suggestion. "They don't need nor want you to pick something up for them. You are aware that one of the lower members could just do this job? there's no reason for you to go." Ritsuka stopped at a stop light and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "Sound's like you're worried about me, 'Zou. How touching." His voice became teasing almost and 'zou' snarked back quickly. "It gets boring." "Well then, take a break for a few days. Once I figure out what is needed of me exactly, I can start delegating missions again. Go take Car on a few dates, spend some time together." A scoff from the speakers and he was pulling into the front of the restaurant. "what? you of all people telling me this? well why don't you--"

"well look at that! i'm here now. Can't keep them waiting. bye!" Ritsuka cut the other off quickly, already having an idea on what they were going to say. A small flush on his cheeks and he pressed the button to hang up. Taking a deep breath, A valet opened the door and he got out of the car, picking up the briefcase on the passenger seat. He recalled putting an extra bag of clothes for himself in the trunk, tucked away and folded neatly. He couldn't possibly be expected to be dressed like this for the rest of the day. Pressing a couple bills into the valet's hands, a warm smile and he slung the strap over his shoulder and headed into the restaurant.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" The host asked and he nodded. "I'm under Senjougahara-san's reservation today. I believe his party is already here?" The host nodded and glanced at the list. "....Fujimaru-san?" The host asked as confirmation and Ritsuka replied with a quick "yes."

"Of course, right this way." The host began walking and Ritsuka began to follow him. taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, Ritsuka's demeanor shifted seamlessly from the easy going personality he showed earlier, and was showing one much more suited for his job. The host opened the door and giving the host a quick smile, Ritsuka walked into the room, calmly, hearing the host closing the door behind him.

"Hello, Senjougahara-san. I believe you've contacted the Chaldea Security Organization for a temporary bodyguard?"