Yoka shrugged, somehow making the roll of her shoulders look elegant. She took another sip of her drink and considered this.
“I do make it to my other properties periodically,” Yoka said. “I enjoy the traveling and there are some amazing dishes that always taste better in the city they originate from.”
Yoka had never tasted bread that was as wonderful as the bread in Paris.
“But there’s a certain logic to staying here on the island as much as I can,” Yoka said. “For one thing, my businesses outside cater mostly to humans. The chances of having someone’s powers react and drop a building on them or unleash some sort of destructive explosion are, regretfully, much higher here. So I like to be nearby where I can fix them.”
While her tone was light and conversational there was also something too easy about the way the words escaped her lips that implied that this wasn’t a hypothetical scenario that Yoka was talking about.
R’s responses furthered Yoka’s initial snap judgement: yes, she liked the girl. And there was something about her that gave Yoka the impression that R could very well dominate the world at her young age if given the resources she needed.
And her certain skill set?
Well, that was a skill set Yoka was always interested in.
She slipped her hand into the small clutch she had tucked beneath her arm and Yoka produced a dark business card with bold lettering that seemed to dance like firelight. The title of the card read: THE CROSS FOX.
“My other establishment is, ah, focused on relaxation of a different kind,” Yoka said. She would never call the Cross Fox ill reputable because it had a very well-earned reputation as a premiere establishment. Yoka did not consider exotic dance to be ill reputable either, though she wanted to make it clear that she wasn’t looking to hire this girl as a dancer. “But make no mistake—the talent I am looking for does not always extend to just a pretty face. I offer internships and I pay well for hard work.”
She licked her lips.
“If you’re looking to try your hand at applying your skills in a job setting, please stop by to see me,” Yoka said.
“I do make it to my other properties periodically,” Yoka said. “I enjoy the traveling and there are some amazing dishes that always taste better in the city they originate from.”
Yoka had never tasted bread that was as wonderful as the bread in Paris.
“But there’s a certain logic to staying here on the island as much as I can,” Yoka said. “For one thing, my businesses outside cater mostly to humans. The chances of having someone’s powers react and drop a building on them or unleash some sort of destructive explosion are, regretfully, much higher here. So I like to be nearby where I can fix them.”
While her tone was light and conversational there was also something too easy about the way the words escaped her lips that implied that this wasn’t a hypothetical scenario that Yoka was talking about.
R’s responses furthered Yoka’s initial snap judgement: yes, she liked the girl. And there was something about her that gave Yoka the impression that R could very well dominate the world at her young age if given the resources she needed.
And her certain skill set?
Well, that was a skill set Yoka was always interested in.
She slipped her hand into the small clutch she had tucked beneath her arm and Yoka produced a dark business card with bold lettering that seemed to dance like firelight. The title of the card read: THE CROSS FOX.
“My other establishment is, ah, focused on relaxation of a different kind,” Yoka said. She would never call the Cross Fox ill reputable because it had a very well-earned reputation as a premiere establishment. Yoka did not consider exotic dance to be ill reputable either, though she wanted to make it clear that she wasn’t looking to hire this girl as a dancer. “But make no mistake—the talent I am looking for does not always extend to just a pretty face. I offer internships and I pay well for hard work.”
She licked her lips.
“If you’re looking to try your hand at applying your skills in a job setting, please stop by to see me,” Yoka said.
I’m going to shoot you a PM when I have a few spare moments, but I think we’re probably in a good place to wrap up with them ending on good terms…so we can progress to the frenemies stage a little more naturally in another thread. J
