Video un: sneaky_fox

[damn_kitsune]

[The video is taken from Mitsuhide's perspective since he's the one making it after all. The subject of the video? Why the Demon King himself! Oda Nobunaga of course!]

[The video shows the inside of the bar that Mitsuhide works at. More specifically, it's the view from behind the counter. And Nobunaga is shown wearing the button down shirt that the other bartenders were wearing. He also opted to wear a tie, which Mitsuhide normally forgoes. That said tie, though, was currently in one of the glasses of beer that Nobunaga was arranging on a tray.]

[Mitsuhide could be heard snickering from behind the camera.]

You really need to mind where your tie goes, my lord.

[And that's when Nobunaga notices his now wet tie. He glared towards Mitsuhide, took off the tie and went back to arranging the drinks so that the tray would be more balanced.]

[Once he was satisfied with the arrangement, Nobunaga than moved to the patron side of the counter. Of course Mitsuhide followed him because he had to make sure that he got all of this one video.]

[Nobunaga then did a handstand, which he then managed to slide the tray and balance it on one foot. After he moved a short distance to a nearby table, he managed to transfer the tray to the other foot, lower it and carefully slide it onto the table, much the delight of the patrons at the table.]

[Everyone nearby clapped once Nobunaga was standing back on his feet. Mitsuhide could be heard chuckling some.]

Very good, my lord! Now... Catch!

[Just before the video cuts off, Mitsuhide's hand comes into view as he tossed an empty bottle to the Demon King, who had a bit of a surprised look on his face.]

Comments

[damn_kitsune]

"Foxy daddy?" [He actually finds that amusing]

But yes, I'm indeed Akechi Mitsuhide. As you can guess fashion models are not exactly a thing during my time since it's apparently a modern concept. Mostly a seamstress would get business by being masters of their craft and letting that spread through word of mouth.

[happyberry]

There's so much more to it than that in my time... I dunno if I can say it's easier or harder. Just a totally different industry. And so influenced by the Western fashion world, too, you know. Like for example, as a person, at 180cm, you are pretty tall, especially for a Japanese man! But as a model, that's short. The girl in the pictures, my friend Caroline, she's full-blooded Japanese, too, and 170cm, but even though she's so tall compared to almost everyone else around her, she's considered short for a model...! She's gonna have a tough time working internationally! But I think she'll defy the odds, I believe in her spirit~

[damn_kitsune]

Strange... If the idea was to sale clothing to the general population, wouldn't it make sense to have models that reflect that population? Having all tall models sounds very limiting.

[happyberry]

No, no, it's the illusion — the spell they cast, the glamor!

[damn_kitsune]

Is that not possible with people who are of average heights?

[Though he can appreciate it being part of an illusion.]

It still sounds strange to me, but I'm willing to try this modeling thing. What would be required of me?

[happyberry]

Hm— that's a larger conversation.

Can we meet in person? Miwako gets off in two hours. Do you like boba tea?

[ Get off your phone, you're at work, bad girl! ]

[damn_kitsune]

I've had tea, but I don't know what boba tea is.

[Though he'll drink it anyway, since the guy doesn't have a sense of taste. The little balls may throw him off.]

I get off in a few hours as well. Do you have a place in mind on where you want to meet?

[happyberry]

Mm! There's a cafe that serves bubble tea — you can try a new experience~ With tapioca pearls!

[ She drops a link to the address of the particular cafe she has in mind, not far from her own workplace in the center of town. ]

I'd like to see how you look in person. The camera can be deceiving... and if it is deceiving me, then either way it's a win, nee, hehe~!

[damn_kitsune]

Sounds interesting enough.

[The cafe wasn't that far from the bar either.]

I shall see in a few hours then.

action;

[happyberry]

[ And when promised, she's at the cafe waiting, still wearing the same outfit now in full view, with the poofiest of petticoats giving her dress's gingham skirt an impressive fullness. She's got on black rockinghorse shoes with straps that lace up to the knee beneath frilly white knee-length socks with lace trim. She even has perfectly manicured nails to match her whole white-pink-black ensemble, painted with a glossy black polish. She's sitting at a table outside near the entrance so she'll be easily seen right away in her big black cowboy hat. And indeed... she's not tall at all, herself. She's several inches shorter than Mitsuhide when she stands up as she spots him approach, bringing her hands to cover her mouth in excitement and surprise. ]

Oh! It's you! So you are so gorgeous!

[ So forward. She forgot her formality, but quickly remembers in a bit of a buzz, and hastily bows deeply to him from the waist. ]

action!

[damn_kitsune]

[Once Mitsuhide was off of work, he had changes back into his normal clothes. Modern clothes were okay, but he was still trying to get used to them. Sometimes they just felt a little too restrictive for his taste, so he either went with his normal clothes, or a blend of modern and traditional clothes when he was not at work.]

[He returned the bow, though not a deep.]

And you must be Miwako. Nice to know that I wasn't deceiving on camera.

[He looked over the girl and what she wore. Her size and clothes made him think of the dolls he had recently seen in shop windows.]

1/2

[happyberry]

[ She gives him an obvious once over, before stepping away from her chair to approach him closer, and begins circling him slowly with an open-faced, curious, yet analytical expression, craning her neck and leaning different ways to examine him from various angles as she does. It's... not exactly comfortable? Or polite? But that's not why they're here, is it! ]

Nee, so you're a samurai, right? So you're in good shape, I imagine. I can't tell with this loose-fitting traditional clothing, are you very musclebound, or more lithe? Obviously slender, though... And nice skin.

2/2

[happyberry]

[ She finally stops once she's made a full 360 and returned to stand in front of him. She quirks her head and gives an oddly bright smile out of nowhere. ]

These colors are very becoming on you~

[damn_kitsune]

[Mitsuhide almost felt like he was a horse being examined before purchase. But that should be expected. If he were to model clothes, the shape of his body would be important after all. And even he had to admit his kimono shirt and hakama obscured his figure.]

Well, why don't you see for yourself?

[And he shrugged the loose kimono top off his shoulders so that she could see that he indeed had a lithe body with defined muscles. Yep! He really doesn't have any shame! Besides, there really wasn't that much of male modesty back in his era anyway.]

[Once he is sure that she got a good look, he adjusted his clothes back into place.]

[happyberry]

Haaa—! [ She can't help but gasp, clasping her hands to her mouth once more with wide eyes. She was absolutely asking what he looks like naked, but she wasn't asking him to get naked — and in public! Even one of the waitresses passing by stops and stares! Miwako takes advantage of the opportunity to ogle examine his frame, though, and is relieved he's not some super ripped buff guy. It's not her style. She nods quietly, a faint blush across her cheeks, and lowers herself into a polite half-bow out of nerves as he puts his robe back on. ]

Mmn... R-Right. Th-Thank you.

[ She goes ahead and takes her seat again, motioning with one open palm at his across the little table from her before she does. The waitress who'd seen him is too busy gossiping and peering at them from afar with the hostess at the stand to come take their orders for now, but she'll give them a moment's peace to settle in and, uh, make sure they both keep their clothes on, before approaching. ]

Well, um... I have to say— I like your style. You look very good. My other model, he has silver hair, too— but it's darker than yours, and he's shorter, and skinnier, with wider eyes and fuller lips... He's hafu. Obviously you're full-blooded Japanese, nee? You are tall, na— you look taller in person...

[ She nods approval, smileless, still trying to will the blood that'd pooled in her cheeks away. She's tryna be professional here, c'mon! ]

[damn_kitsune]

[Mitsuhide sat down across from Miwako, paying no mind to the waitress and her stares. It's not like he took the kimono completely off after all. It was still hanging on his arms before he shrugged it back into place. Still, the reactions were amusing.]

"Hafu?"

[He arched a brow some, the word unfamiliar to him. Then he gave a bit of a shrug.]

Well, it sounds like my height will not be an issue for you. Now then, I imagine that being a fashion model means I will have to wear clothing you have made? Is there something else to it?

[happyberry]

[ She doesn't bother to elaborate on Gokudera's half-Sicilian, half-Japanese heritage. It's not pertinent. She trucks on, serious, a professional meeting after all is said and done. ]

Mm. I'd have to take your measurements to make them to your size, of course — and I'll need to know your schedule and other obligations to arrange times for photoshoots and fittings... While I want to be respectful of your time, and I'd never want to be demanding or put you in something that makes you feel uncomfortable, I'd of course have to ask you to understand the clothes are not for you. They're for me. Exacting my vision. So even if it's something you personally wouldn't wear on your own time... as long as you look good in it, and other people see you looking so good in it that it makes them say, "wow, he looks so good in that, it makes me want to buy it so that I can hope I'd look so good like he does!" — then that's all that matters. That said...

[ She laces her fingers together like a bridge to rest her chin on them, leaning forward on the table to prop herself up by the elbows. ]

...A photoshoot could encompass just about anything to achieve that effect. All sorts of scenes. Everything tasteful, I assure you! I'm selling clothes, after all, heh! Gotta be wearing the clothes to sell the clothes!

[ Though his sneak peek doesn't dissuade her from the idea of some various states of undress... Calvin Klein does fine like that, right! ]

But the sky's the limit as far as actual subject matter goes. Some shoots may include other people, too, for sex appeal — some not. Most probably not. But since my brand is still in the cradle, I honestly am just playing things by ear as I go along. In the end, you're selling an illusion of glamor. Not just a garment.

[damn_kitsune]

[Mitsuhide nodded some. He gets the basic jest of things, and it made sense that it wouldn't matter if the clothes he wore for her were comfortable or not. It's not like he would have to wear them for a whole day after all. Besides, he would need to get used to more modern clothing eventually.]

My schedule is fairly open. I mainly work the bar in the afternoon or late evenings. Other than that, the other things I do is just help out with quests.

[Actually, he was a lot less busy these days considering he wasn't running a spy network, going to war council, training new recruits on how to use a gun, and coming up with battle strategies for up coming wars. He was almost starting to get bored with all the free time he had!]

Well, I'm definitely interested in modeling for you. It sounds like a unique form of art from my perspective.

[happyberry]

Ahh?! Really?!

[ She jumps up from her seat excitedly, standing to her feet with her palms splayed on the table as if to steady herself. ]

Just like that?! You agree?! No waiting?! No considering?! You're in?! We haven't even talked about payment!

[damn_kitsune]

[Well, that is an amusing reaction. Luckily he keeps a straight face as he arches a brow at her.]

Do you want me to take time to consider it?

In all honesty, I'm nowhere near as busy here as I am back in my home world. So having something else to do will definitely benefit me.

[happyberry]

Ah, no, no! I'm happy! I'm sorry, I mean to say—

[ She bows from the waist again, pink pigtails flopping over her shoulders limply and dangling in the air. ]

Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to work with me! I promise to make you look and feel your best!

[ She says it with utmost earnestness. ]

[damn_kitsune]

[He chuckles and gives her one of his charming smiles.]

Than I look forward to working with you, Miwako.

[happyberry]

Ah! Likewise!

[ She stands back up, gives him a short, sharp nod, then reclaims her seat. Sensing the strange pair have come to some calm, the waitress finally approaches with menus. ]

Oh— Miwako'll have the strawberry-rose bubble tea, please! Do you like sweets? They have milder flavors, too, like taro. My treat, my treat — as a celebration!

[damn_kitsune]

The flavor doesn't matter to me. I'm unable to taste anything.

[Normally he wouldn't admit such a thing right away. Heavily imply it yes, but never really openly admitting it. But since he already gave her a shock by showing off his torso, he figured he would lay off on such things for now.]

[He looked the menu real quick. Though he couldn't taste anything, he could still smell, and he really didn't care for strong sweet smells.]

I'll have the thai milk bubble tea.

[The description of it sound interesting enough.]

[happyberry]

You can't taste anything?! Is there something wrong with your tongue? Did you burn it?

[ That's so sad... Miwako loves indulgences in life. She can't imagine not tasting anything...! ]