<strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Time: June 5th, afternoon<br/>Location: Shopping District, "Threads of Fate"<br/>Tagged: Shine</strong><br/><br/>The man--young man, she decided--Chisato had encountered was a bit unnerving. It was his voice, more than his appearance, that bothered her the most. Well... the contrast to hers, that's what it was, she decided; he was very calm, very unemotional, sort of detached, whereas she'd gone perhaps a bit too for with the, whole... 'Tee-hee, oh my' thing. And it wasn't his<em>appearance</em>, so much as the way he<em>did</em>blend in with the whole occult atmosphere.<br/><br/>Of course, while she was reflecting on that, she was simply standing in the middle of the room, lips pursed, eyes distant, clearly lost in thought. She quickly snapped back to reality, a slight flush rising in her cheeks when she realized she'd been spacing out. "Ah, of course." And, that said, she made her way across the  room--it was a nice carpet, she noticed; and the displays were the... interesting kind of occult, more than the<em>bizarre</em>kind of occult.<br/><br/>Up at the table on its elevated platform, Chisato seated herself and took a moment to adjust her scarf--mostly shifting it around so it wouldn't be quite so warm--getting a better look at the man she'd approached without seeming to stare. He had to be older than her, no doubt, though the suit and eyepatch added a few years each. On the other hand, between her own outfit, body language, and the narrow ovoid glasses she was wearing, she could easily pass for not quite half his apparent age.<br/><br/>"So," she commented, turning her attention fully towards the man, and pressing her palms together, resting her elbows on her legs. "This is some kind of occult? Oh, and, you said reading, that's some kind of fortune-telling thing, right?" She considered adding<em>Like a ouija board, right?</em>, but... no. There was no need to present herself as a ditz.