Doji Ichika-san

Thank you again for the conversation last night, even if I feel compelled to apologise again for a solid quarter of what I said. If you have no other arrangements, would you care to join me at Tanaka's Eatery in the residential quarter this evening? I believe the food there is quite good, and there is after dinner entertainment I believe you will enjoy.

If not. That is okay as well. But I would very much enjoy your company.


Yours respectfully

Murame Shoan [Virtual Chop]

Ichika showed up today in a more casual attire, a white shirt over a blue skirt. A simple grace to the ensemble. Emboldened, a little, by the rather showy and daring outfits she'd seen otherwise, Ichika was rather certain wearing something a little different while her kimono was cared for wouldn't kill her. At least, she hoped.

Waiting just inside, away from the smell of outside, Ichika stood and checked her purse. Slipping out the communicator as she thought on whatever crossed her mind.

Ichika's brow raised with the pause, but quickly fell into her usual smile when she finished, "Thank you, Ikoma-san, you look really nice too!" she said, stepping out of the little corner she'd sorta half-tucked herself in. Slipping the communicator back into the purse. Ichika glanced in to the eatery as she said, "So, should we go get ourselves a seat somewhere?"

Ichika giggles into a curled hand, the sleeve missing. "Do you often have this problem with your appropriate name, Ikoma-san? I would think they were disrespecting you rather gravely if..." instead of continuing she just chuckled again. Bringing her hand back down to her waist, by her purse.

Taking her seat, Ichika looked to Shoan, "So, how have you been since we last spoke Ikoma-san?" she asked with a smile.

"It.. has," she laughed awkwardly, bringing her hand up to her mouth to try and cover the laugh. Dipping her head, "Sorry, I don't mean to make light of the difficulties of your day. I had a bit better luck at those two events today, in fact," she said, having the thought. Pulling up the device in which she recorded it Ichika slipped out of her seat and leaned in over by Shoan.

Pulling out the holo-recorder she turned the view-screen so that Shoan might get a look. Once she had the screen in place she brought her other hand to keep an errant strange from falling.

"I put together this arrangement today at the Ikebana.. uh," she laughed, "thing," another chuckle. "Anyway, what do you think?"

Ichika chuckled, "No, I spoke with some of the monitors and learned about some of the plants. They were rather kind in helping me figure out which ones to not touch as to avoid having an accident," seeing the waiter hover over she gave them a small smile and dip of her head before quickly finding her seat.

Before anything else though, "Did they not offer you the same, Ikoma-san?"

Ichika brought a hand to her mouth, raised her brows as she looked to Shoan. It started as a restrained giggle, then it broke through and before long it burst into a laugh that she was quick to cover up. Waving a hand to calm herself down quickly, "Sorry, sorry," she said, getting out a few giggles still. "Ikoma-san! You ate one!?" she laughed again, hiding it once more behind her hand.

"So you ate it?" she slowly she managed to bring herself back in, calming her laugh a bit but she still giggled as she spoke. "Ikoma-san, you really must be more careful!" she said, before settling herself a little more. Laughing a little more before she breathed in, and then out. Laying her hands back down politely in her lap.

"Don't you believe you should see a doctor, Ikoma-san?" she asked, her voice coming back into her more-typical pleasantness, "I would rather hate to see this become more of a problem in the future," she said this, looking to Shoan and examining her a little. Concern touched her expression as she did.

"Ikoma-san," she said, her voice tinged with that caring disappointment. "Are you certain this is all alright? I wouldn't wish for you to truly put yourself out if you're feeling unwell. Perhaps there might be someone here who might tend to you? Well.. not like," she glanced around, lowering her head a little, "here, here.. but among the guests, or the Phoenix?"

"D-does it, Ikoma-san?" she asked, an awkward chuckle as she shifted how she sat. Putting her hands down on top of her purse. "I hope it says something good then," she smiled, a short laugh.