Dōjima-Montauge Apartment of Awesome -- Tokyo, Japan -- Thursday Afternoon

[dojima_hime]

The best part of prepping for a sting operation, Dōjima had decided, was the fact she got to go home for lunch, to see what sexy outfits she had in black to pose as a bar waitress.

Sometimes, being a spygirl was just plain fun. She sincerely doubted that Master's son was going to be stupid enough to show his face around Harry's, but at least it would be a fun few days of tips and cute patrons. And all she could drink.

"Hey, koibito," she called, sticking her head out of the bedroom and holding up two (almost identical) black halter tops. "Which one of these says 'tip your waitress?'"

[OOC: Open for calls, text messages, and that boyfriend-shaped Montague!]

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[withoutverona]

He flushed as he delicately kissed her finger. //Sorry,// he said, switching to Japanese. //It's hard, not being able to say. You're the hunter.//

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

//I know,// she agreed, brushing her fingers over his cheek. //But you're doing fantastically, love, really.//

"And your Japanese is getting so much better, too."

[withoutverona]

"There are worse ways to learn Japanese than living with a Japanese girl in Tokyo," he told her. "I'll start dreaming in Japanese anon."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"May all thy dreams be as bright and fair as Tokyo itself," she teased, doing her best to mimic his Verona accent. "Or mayhap I'll dream in English!"

[withoutverona]

"English, and with a Verona slant," Romeo said, clearly impressed. "The day may pass when none can tell which of us was the Montague born."

... really, he shouldn't go wishing his family on her.