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[personal profile] sophistications 2019-04-26 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tamaki's life was fairytale, too, but more in the realm of one of those that didn't exactly have happily ever after in sight. It's been about three years now since he left Paris and left his mother behind and started the rigorous process of learning all about his father's family and the company he would soon become heir to...if he played his cards right.

Truthfully, Tamaki's not sure how badly he wishes to be the Suoh heir but he knows he's "fortunate" in the way that he's the only child his father ever had. Suoh Enterprises is a big, sprawling company and the family's worth millions. He could have everything he ever wanted in the way that money can buy, and he's always lived a life of luxury, so what was one mansion to another?

As the Suoh heir grew older and finished high school he found himself under strict orders and attempts to squash his flights of fancy, rules set in place and guidelines to follow. The head of the Suoh family, his grandmother, still had him on probation and kept a close watch on him.

It shouldn't have surprised him that it was her idea to set up an arrangement for him, nor should it have surprised him to hear he was suddenly being groomed to search for a betrothed. In a way, Tamaki wasn't even sure how he felt about something like that. Marriage, of course, was something he wanted. He liked the idea of having someone to partner with, someone to create a family with, and someone to call his own. He'd always thought he'd find that person on his own, but as time went on he came to realize he wasn't allowed to have a choice. Resigned, he found himself nodding along as family heads and business partners spoke of the best possible matches for the young Suoh prince.

In the weeks that followed, Tamaki found himself wining and dining with several beautiful girls from affluent families all of whom tried to capture the young man's attention. While he was great at playing the part, he always left those dates feeling somewhat empty and dissatisfied, aware that he was causing distress in the family but unsure how much time he had left to continue stalling. He knew there were plenty of candidates to be called upon, and he figured eventually the right one would come along. Rich girls were a dime a dozen, and while plenty of them were proper and poised there was always a hint of ugliness in their hearts that he couldn't look past.

In theory, Tamaki always assumed he would marry a beautiful young lady and maybe live happily ever after. But in a political and business game where there's always something greater to be gained than personal happiness, things like gender were no longer an issue. He had heard brief stories of the boy he was supposed to meet with this evening and truthfully he found himself a little nervous. It was easy to woo and flatter young ladies with a bat of his lashes and a sleight of hand. There was also the very "friendly" reminder that the family he would be aligning with had the potential to bolster the Suoh name and shareholdings.

That morning, Tamaki had the idle thought to cancel entirely but he was on a tight schedule. Clothes were picked out for him, his hair was styled for him, his itinerary was scheduled for him and all he had to do was make sure this boy liked him enough to agree to this arrangement. As far as he knew, this boy had his own share of troubles and an interesting story to tell and that alone was intriguing. As he arrived at the restaurant and took the elevator up to the top floor to enter the private dining room, he took a breath and braced himself. With his chin up, he opens the door and enters the room.

...the dining room's lovely, at least, well lit and decorated and he's used to this kind of treatment so that hardly registers. He's wearing a white suit with a light blue shirt that brings out the color of his eyes, blond hair perfectly arranged and a small flower pinned to the lapel of his jacket that matches the shirt. There's a moment's pause as he lingers, looking at Senri curiously before there's a light, charming smile.]


You must be Nito-san. [Is he allowed to call him Senri? Good question, but he'll find out Later.]
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[personal profile] sophistications 2019-04-30 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a brief look of alarm as Senri clears his throat, but it disappears when the younger boy's on his feet. Luckily for them, they're alone. The family had decided that Tamaki could handle this on his own, but should it go poorly the idea of having a handler follow him was probably on the table.

He hated that idea very much.

Instead, it's just beautiful and poised Tamaki, perfectly composed until he's close enough to Senri. Once he is, he reaches forward for one of the boy's hands, holding it in his own for a moment before lifting it and bending his head just enough to kiss the back of said-hand. All women must be treated as princesses, and while he thinks perhaps a handshake would have been more appropriate...that would make it feel too much like a business arrangement instead.]


Tamaki. [A very gentle correction, but if he's going to call him Senri he'd rather they both be on first name basis.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Senri. I hope you're hungry. I've heard today's special is specially prepared for us. Shall we have a seat?
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[personal profile] sophistications 2019-05-30 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately it's true. Despite the fact that the words are genuine and that he means them every time, they're words he's said to others before and what he's supposed to do. He's played this part well for quite some time now, the charming prince who can woo anyone with a glance or two. Pulling out his best tricks should work in this instance, he thinks. It would explain quite a bit.

Nevertheless Senri squeezes his hands and for a moment the spell's broken. His eyes widen a little and though he wants to hold onto Senri's hand he lets it slip between his fingers as he gives him a surprised, curious look. It's why there's a beat before he speaks, a light laugh of his own before he bows his head.]


Then we'll have our meal brought to us immediately. [With that, he's moving to also pull out Senri's chair and make sure he's settled before rounding the table, seating himself across from him. It's a picture perfect set-up and it would seem he's perfectly trained if it weren't for the fact he tries to rest his elbows on the table to prop up his head before realizing that's maybe not becoming of him. His hands smoothly slide down to rest on the arms of his chair.]

Until then! [He snaps his fingers though and the sound of a kitchen staff at work can soon be heard.] Tell me more about yourself?

[The question's polite, but it's a simple test as well.]