La Légion (Invited, Open)

[kej]

[OOC: After Kyo, Kit and Taiku post, respectively, it's open!]

A solitary, silver-haired youth stood under an equally lone lamppost located in the middle of a parking lot, its light flickering on and off at random intervals, giving the lot an eerie air about it. The occasional sound of singeing could be heard as moths, unable to resist the temptation of light, fluttered too close to the lamp and got their wings burned; though the moths are aware of the danger, they are still unable to resist; so is the inevitable. A stream of smoke steadily rose into late evening air, the source of it resting between the youth's lips. His left hand remained bandaged, and in it was a butterfly knife in which the young man was twirling, flipping and what not, at times barely missing himself with the blade. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he recalled the events that lead to him being in possession of the knife.

--

The sun had set and Sieg had left his residence in order to find this club that Taiku, the Asian man he had met the night before at the beach. If he recalled correctly, the club was called "La Légion", and so he walked down the busy streets of downtown San Fransisco, taking in the bustling atmosphere; though the setting was different, the environment was pretty much the same as downtown back home in Monaco. To the odd person he'd go "Excusez-moi?", but he'd usually receive the cold shoulder or an odd look. He took a break from asking people and continued walking down the street, dwelling on the English translation for excusez-moi.

He suddenly arrived at a very gloomy, maybe even dangerous looking parking lot, and instead of going around like most people do, Sieg decided to take the shorter route and cut through the dimly-lit parking lot, it's few sources of light flickering, on the edge of death. When he got to a particularly dark section of the parking lot he was confronted by two individuals; when he saw that the one in front of him held a knife to him and the other circling to go behind him, he knew what was going on. "Okay Miss, give us all your cash and that," the thug holding the knife said, pointing toward the golden necklace wrapped around his wrist, "and nobody will get hurt," even though he didn't understand their words, he understood what they were saying. Forcing out some English, he muttered, "No, you are errored."

"What the fuck? I'm errored?" the thug with the knife said, before him and his buddy burst into laughter, "Haha, aha, okay lady, just give it up and we--"

Taking advantage of the situation, Sieghardt quickly took hold of the man's knife hand wrist, the right, with his left, and the waistband of his pants with his right. Turning his body to face the assailant behind while still holding the man with the knife, he threw the man over his hip. With a loud thud he hit the cold pavement of the lot, and Sieg still had his knife hand in possession, so he disarmed him and tossed the knife aside before going for the man's accomplice, swiftly bringing him to the ground. Retrieving the knife, he proceeded to rob the two grounded men; irony at its best.

--

He had finished his smoke some time ago and had left the parking lot, returning to the street he had intended to go to in the first place before that incident; if he went around it would've taken the same amount of time, but he wouldn't have added to his pocket some American currency. A short distance ahead he spotted a seemingly lone jogger; going into a light jog to catch up, he gently tapped the man on the shoulder. Pulling down the hood of his black sweater slightly to conceal more of his face, he said, "Excusez-moi... Ah! Je veux dire... excuse me? I, eh, I..." fumbling with the English words, he wondered if the jogger would be like everybody else he'd asked and just brush him off as another foreigner.

[OOC: The French in the last paragraph, "I wanted to say..."]

[Kyousuke]

Kyousuke started out the earlier hours of the evening as he always would. Sitting in the locker room, carefully wrapping his hands and wrists with a white cloth, in traditional boxing style. He had already donned his training outfit. On his feet, worn jogging shoes. His hips down he wore heavy, and quite baggy, blue jeans. The white collared shirt style he normally wore, and his green pullover. Every evening he would pull the hood down, and head into the gym, warning up his arms and legs by using footwork around the sandbag, sending combinations of punches into the heavy object.

After forty minutes of this he would jog back into the locker room, and completed his outfit by placing all the straps of his gym bag into place. With this done, it was time to jog. Walking out of the school with all of his things ready, he set himself on the stairs and stretched out his legs once more, before falling into his normal jogging pace. His routine wasn't on a set route, whatever got him home was normally fine in his mind. The routine of jogging itself would consist of sprinting, jogging, throwing combination punches, and then jogging again.

It was nearly an hour later when he came to one of the worse parts of the town, he was familiar with it, but he made a point to not linger too long under normal circumstances. On his way into the area there was very little he'd consider trouble, and only a few people walking on the streets. Cars passed, hobos coughed, horns blared. The normal sounds of a thriving city. He had taken a pause for a moment at a light, resting his legs for a moment before he was about to head off again. After a few paces he felt something tap his shoulder, and he came to a halt naturally. His eyes, faking no warmth, looked straight at the youth that was about his size.

As the youth pulled his hood down, hiding more of his face, Kyousuke pushed his off and onto his shoulders. He felt like his head was freezing, if only for a moment, as a cool breeze passed over his face. It was nice to build up a sweat, but it got a bit colder than he liked at night. As the French came out, he raised a brow slightly, and then sighed. He had to search through his memory, trying to pull out the French he had learned as his third language. After a moment he managed to get a rough translation, and spoke in response. "Que voulez-vous avec moi, garçon?" Although he wasn't sure it actually was a boy, his look fairly feminine, and if he was forced to guess was only fifteen or sixteen.

[French Translation: What do you want with me, boy?]

[kej]

Sieghardt's eyes peered out from under the darkness of his hood and took in the calm, perhaps even cold gaze of the other man, who was roughly his size, and appeared Asian. At this he relaxed a little, as the last Asian man he had met had been very pleasant, though this young man gave off a somewhat chilled aura. However, when he heard the French escape from his mouth, Sieg couldn't help but mutter "Chanceux!" under his breath. He had even gotten his gender correctly, and with that, he lightened up a little, lifting his head so a little more light could reach his face. "Connaîtriez-vous l'endroit d'un club appelé La Légion?" he inquired in a slightly melancholic tone, though it was just the way he naturally spoke; he was actually feeling quite glad about this encounter. Bringing his right arm over to rub his left a little, he looked at the other man, waiting for his response.

[OOC: "Lucky!", "Would you know the location of a club called The Legion?"]

[Kyousuke]

Kyousuke blinked, despite his best efforts to not looked surprised, as the boy exclaimed after he spoke French, even though it was just under his breath. Whoever the boy was, he seemed to not be used to courtesy or common respect. Even if Kyousuke didn't like someone, without a given reason, he wouldn't cut into them. Even if he did have a cold exterior. As the question was received he would quietly raise his left hand, holding up a single finger to show that he was thinking, while his eyes lidded slightly. His French wasn't poor, per se, it was just that he was so out of practice it was taking more of his thought than he'd like.

Before he could answer, he decided he would confirm that he had understood the French correctly. "Club. Vous danse moyenne, boisson, musique?" And then paused for another moment, before continuing, purposefully adding amusment into his voice. "Ou recherchez-vous une armée?" He shifted himself a bit, his weight moving from his front to back foot, and turned his head, looking one street down. "Le club, est près. Si vous recherchez une armée, vous êtes aliéné, et je ne peux pas vous aider." Kyousuke felt proud of himself in that moment, able to pull up such a heavy amount of French. But the more he spoke it, the more natural it was beginning to feel.

[French: #1 Club, dance, drink, music? #2 Or are you looking for an army? #3 The club, is near. If you look for an army, you're insane, and I can't help you.]

[kej]

The other man was clearly in state of thought, probably translating words in his head from English to French; Sieg usually did the same when trying to think of English, but this man knew French far better than he knew English. As the Asian man began to speak about a club and dancing, drinking, and music, he nodded, but he continued speaking, the amusement evident in his voice. He turned his head and looked down the street; where exactly, he didn't know, but he assumed that was the direction the club was in. Sieghardt couldn't help but smirk slightly at the man's next comment, shaking his head and saying, "Le club est lui." Bringing his hands up to rest on the back of his head, Sieg sighed, looking around, watching the few scattered people stroll up and down the street. "Pourriez-vous me diriger dans la direction correcte?" he said, playing with the barbel within his mouth. "Ah, votre nom est..? Je suis Sieghardt. Plaisir vous rencontrer," he said, removing his left hand from his head and offering it to the man, before remembering it was wrapped and quickly retracted it in favour of his right hand.

[OOC: "The club is it.", "Could you point me in the right direction?", "Ah, your name is..? I'm Sieghardt. Pleasure meeting you."]

[Kyousuke]

Kyousuke nodded quietly as he heard the confirmation that the boy wasn't insane. It was always a comforting thing to learn. The French boy seemed to be quite relaxed in his presence, placing his hands on the back of his head. He himself just slid his hands into his pull over pockets, keeping his hands warm as he waited for the rest. Surely that wasn't all he wanted, or he would have just looked for it more himself. Or left after he pointed out the general direction.

"Kyousuke. Je préfère Kyo." He said with a small nod in recognition, and then watched as he removed his left hand and held it out. He was about to grasp it with his own, but it seemed his wasn't wrapped for the same reason. It looked more like a something a nurse would do, than a boxer. "Comment vous êtes-vous blessés?" He asked as he held out his right, and grasped the boys hand firmly, shaking it twice before he released the hand. Kyousuke then turned, and motioned for the boy to follow him. "Je vous montrerai."

[French: #1 I prefer Kyo. #2 How were you hurt? #3 I will show you.]

[Kazuki Akimoto]

ooc: I'll bear in mind I was requested to post here, however, would someone mind explaining what the HELL is going on...? xX;

[kej]

Sieghardt listened intently as the other man voiced his name. "Kyousuke... it has a very oriental flare to it. Much like Taiku's... perhaps he is Japanese?" Kyo then took his hand and gave him a solid handshake, which startled him a bit. Bowing his head slightly, Sieghardt closed his eyes and said politely, responding to his question, "Une petite blessure de la pratique, celle est toute." Both youths released their hands from the handshake, the Asian turning around and gesturing for the French to follow. After a short distance that took about 10 minutes to cover, they arrived in front of the club, its name displayed majestically above the entrance with fluorescent white lights. "Ah, c'est la Légion!"

[OOC: "A little injury from training, that's all.", "Ah, so this is the Legion!"]

[Kyousuke]

OOC: I don't really feel that my reply is needed right here.. Kyo lead. But here it is. Sorry for short.

Kyousuke nodded politely to the comment about the wrapped hand, although he wasn't really listening. By that point he had the need to move his legs again, and thus, he turned and motioned for the French boy to follow him. It was only a short walk to the sign of The Legion. And once there, he was already ready to leave. It's not that a drink didn't sound good at the moment, or that he didn't like the club. It was because not only was he not invited, but alcohol always tasted bitter when he drank it alone. "Je prendrai mon congé. Oyasuminasai."

[French: I will take my leave. Japanese: Good Night.]

[Kit Lee]

OOC: I'll assume this is my cue to enter. My character enters, continued from this thread: Cable Cars.

Kit had looked up the address on the business card that he had recieved from Taiku. Apparently, it was close to a trolley line, which was to Kit's relief. He would not have to waste taxi money afterall. Kit would dress up in a button down blue shirt with black slacks and dress shoes as opposed to his normal attire of loose clothing plus sneakers. It was a club that he was trying to get a job at afterall, so he would definately not let his appearance be disappointing. Such formal clothes were the only kind that Kit had ever bothered hanging up. His regular outfits would be found scattered on the floor with one pile that he remembered as the one that needed to go in the washing machine. His hair would be gelled as usual, though if it was considered unprofessional, he would cut it.

Pocketing his wallet, keys and mp3 player, he would leave the dormitory and head to the trolley. Traveling without music was something Kit did not enjoy doing. Music was the beat of his life, and life certainly felt dead without it. Kit would tug on his collar as he rode on the trolley, not use to wearing such formal clothes despite many of the jobs requiring that he did in the past.

Slipping off his headphones as opposed to letting them dangle from around his neck like he normally did, Kit hooked them on the inside of his pocket as he walked down the block to the club known as Legion, printed neatly on the business card. Taiku must have a pretty decent position at this club if a recommendation from him would grant Kit a tryout, he thought. As he walked over to enter the club, he would hear from behind him, "Ah, c'est la Légion!" though Kit would not understand any of it. Kit would show his identification if needed to show that he was of age, and then enter and ask the receptionist or whomever would greet him first, and do as Taiku told him to, to ask to see whomever was in charge making sure to add on that Taiku recommended him for a tryout at a job opening.

[kej]

Kyo had said his goodbyes, and something he didn't understand, and proceeded to leave. As he was walking away, Sieghardt threw up a two-finger salute toward him, a gesture he had picked up from Taiku the other night, figuring it was a common American thing. Stepping into the nightclub, he looked around, taking in the pleasant, but somewhat crowded atmosphere. Crowded for Sieg, at least; he didn't particularily like large groups of people, but he'd have to deal with it if he planned on working here. As he entered he had been greeted by the receptionist and asked for identification; he knew what she wanted, but he decided to play the foreigner card and simply shrugged his shoulders slightly, stuttering, "I, ah, je ne comprends... I do not understanding English?" He then recalled something the Asian man had said, and put a single index finger on his pouted lips, trying to figure the correct pronunciation of what he was trying to say. "Ah... Rene? Je suis ici pour voir Rene," he said, hoping that even if s/he didn't understand French, s/he would be able to understand who he was asking for.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

ooc: I would note that the two of you would have been approached by doormen first and foremost, but since it's just an opener, I've no trouble in setting the scene to fit the situation. In a slight change from my usual style, this will be from several perspectives, not just Taikus. Also, for sake of it annoying me if I don't say something, it's just 'Legion', not 'THE Legion'.

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~Doorman's Perspective~[/b]

Insofar, it was just another of those nights. Wave people through, stop the young-looking ones, skim their eyes over the pieces of plastic they held up, shoo'ed off the kids, nothing too strenuous. It was surprising to the rather burly gentlemen just how little real trouble seemed to approach Legion, the club that had snapped them up from other bars and clubs in the district six months ago. A young Asian man they didn't even get the chance to meet at first had bypassed them completely, speaking to their agencies and the clubs that hired them, buying them out swiftly before introducing himself, almost immediately raising their pay to a rate they would have had to pull overtime five nights a week to get a chance of making in exchange for their services.

It was strange, particularly at first, that a youth barely into his twenties would be as imposing as he had been. Yet none of them had found cause to argue anything with him. He was a particularly affable employer, taking the time to speak with them personally at least once or twice a night, he knew them all by name, some of them even moreso than that. As such, when he made requests for certain individuals to be allowed through without question, they had no reason to doubt his judgement. The two he had requested passage for today, a young Chinese kid and a French-speaking kid, had not long made their way into the line, passing through with a wave of a rather burly hand and a nod. Aside from that, they had no need to pay any further heed to anything but the queue of soon-to-be paying customers.

~Waitress' and Rene's Perspective~

The two young men who walked in looked rather out of place, not least the fact they were younger than the average clientele, but the factor they seemed almost...lost. Their eyes shifting as they looked around drew attention rather quickly as a tray-bearing waitress spotted them, having been similarly informed by Taiku earlier in the evening, and she approached slowly before whispering to both of them individually in succession.

"The bar, ask for Rene there."

In Seighardts case she actually went out of her way to point him in the right direction, and soon enough the two would find themselves looking over at the slightly elder blonde. Despite her slacking Japanese, Rene had quite decent French linguistic capability, something she demonstrated rather swiftly as she spoke to Seighardt first and foremost.

*"I'm Rene, take a seat."*

Shifting her attention to Kit, her hand gestured at the adjacent stool as she repeated the remark in English. She had quite a task at hand for herself, at least at first, considering she had to address them both individually.

*"Alright, just to clear a thing or two up, yes, Taiku explained to me about you being asked to come down here tonight, mentioned you to me and whatnot, I recommended you both for this interview of sorts. Now, there's no need to bother with anything else, so let's get right to it. Come with me, please."*

She backed away from the bar and stepped around, leaving the serving area and stepping onto the main floor as she led the two young men with her through to the back areas of the club, up a set of stairs and towards a room at the far end of the corridor, its placement likely having it overlooking the main floor of the club. Knocking a moment on the door, she stepped inside without waiting on a response and guided the two youths with her. Sitting at the other side of the room, in a comfortable leather recliner, a young Asian man sat with a tumbler in his hand, a few cubes of ice floating in a clear liquid that was certainly not water.

~Taikus perspective~

From the moment the two had stepped in the door, he'd been watching. A confirmation from the doorman who'd sent them inside had been for certainty, and as such his attention had been kept toward the two as they did a decent enough job of getting to Rene, thus, getting to him. When she had begun speaking, he had chosen to just in peace, enjoy a drink and watch over his investment quietly until the door had knocked a short while later. Fully expectant on the entrance, he glanced around as Rene stepped in, twisting his chair slowly to lean forward on the desk, he took a slow sip from the glass before settling it down on the table. Standing, his neatly cut suit making it clear to anyone but the slowest of thinkers who he actually was, he paced around the desk before leaning on the opposite side, gesturing with a hand to a pair of chairs in front of him, set a few feet from the desk.

*"Please, sit."*

He repeated it in English again for Kit before Rene paced with them, walking to stand beside Taiku calmly, her arms folded loosely across her chest with a light smirk at the expressions on their faces. From here on, anything Taiku was to say in English, Rene would repeat in French to Seighardt for him...

"Okay, so I didn't tell you everything about my position here...."

[Kit Lee]

It seemed the club's doorman were expecting him somehow, as Kit passed through without a questionable look on the doorman's face of Kit's age or a request to check his identification, or even money to enter the club for that matter. Taiku most definately has some position at this club, Kit thought as he walked in, wondering where he should be heading and who he should be asking for help. It appeared that another boy, or was it a girl, was thinking the same thing too as he entered and stood near Kit, probably pondering the same thing. Luckily, they were both tended to by a waitress, who directed the two of them to Rene. She then explained that they were about to receive an interview and were led to a room up a set of stairs.

It appeared that Taiku was of a high position and most likely close to the owner to have an office so nice and a suit to match. It was that or that he was the boss. Either way, Kit would stop looking so shocked at the man's success at what appeared to be quite a young age and sit down, awaiting what the interview would be. Afterall, Kit would not need to reintroduce himself as Taiku had remembered enough to make such exceptions at the doorway and have Rene be notified of their coming. The only thing Kit would say is, "So, a wild guess says that you own this fine establishment?"

[kej]

A waitress kindly pointed him, along with another young man in the right direction, the name 'Rene' being heard in her English sentence. Arriving at the bar, they were greeted, much to Sieghardt's delight, in French, and he gladly took a seat on one of the barstools; she seemed to repeat the words in English to the other boy and he followed suit. Sieg ran the words Rene had just spoken through his mind, attempting to expand his English vocabulary. He and the Asian boy sat in silence as the blonde spoke, Sieghardt removing his hood at one point so he didn't seem rude, considering the one sitting next to him was clad in semi-formal wear and he had just appeared casually; he didn't really have anything like that in his current wardrobe. After short informing speech, Rene had left the bar and began leading them past the main floor and through the back of the club; as they passed the main floor the sight of people's bodies moving to the deep pounding of the bass was something reminiscent of the club scene back home.

The blonde woman knocked on a door at the end of the hall but didn't hesitate to walk in, and as they did so there was Taiku, sitting in a comfortable looking, and no doubt expensive leather chair, an alcoholic beverage in his hands from which he took a sip. He then stood, his exquisitely tailored suit blatantly screaming "I run things!" Men in these types of suits were commonplace in Monaco, though the men there had a different type of air to them. Sieghardt couldn't really place a finger on what it was, but it was there. Despite being used to seeing these kinds of things, Sieg was still slightly surprised as Taiku hadn't mentioned his position to him before. Taiku motioned for the both of them to take a seat, the French escaping his mouth confirming the gesture. After they took a seat, the older Asian man said something in English, while the blonde that had escorted them here supposedly repeated it in French. As the Asian boy next to him began speaking, Sieghardt simply sat there quietly, anxiously playing with the barbel in his mouth as his eyes darted between the individuals in the room.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

He gave a short nod as he unfolded his arms, resting the heels of his hands against the edge of the desk calmly. "Yeah, I do. My second club, at that. The first one's a long story and time isn't a necessity I toss around here."

Sighing as he glanced at the two, he figured it was on him to do the talking, after all, he'd left them very much in the dark until now, it was only fair he started to enlighten them. Giving a glance to Rene, she nodded to note she was ready to translate. They would pause infrequently to give her time to keep up and keep track of what he was saying so that Seig would get the translation properly.

"First things first. You're both here for different reasons. Kit is here because his enthusiasm impressed me, Seighardt, you're here because I know what it's like to be in your shoes. The fact is, if you choose to start working for me, you can't just rest on your laurels. I push my staff hard here, this is a club after all, and making money is the primary factor here."

With a brief pause as Rene caught up, he reached back, twisting his torso slightly in the comfortably fitting suit, taking his glass and sipping a little more of the rum before carrying on. "However, in return you will be paid well and looked after well. My staff are paramount to this places success, and the newest are no less important than the oldest. The starting salary for the bartenders is fifteen hundred dollars a month before tips and taxes, Seighardt, considering you're still seventeen as it stands, I will offer you general work outside of the clubs opening hours helping around the place. For the time being, you'll earn a thousand flat, tax free and under the table, every month until you turn eighteen and wish to begin bartending, at such time your pay would increase to the same as Kit."

Another sip of the glass as Rene caught up, allowing the pair to take consideration of the offer in front of them so far.

"Do you have any questions thus far, or shall I continue...?"

[Kit Lee]

Second club. And a long story to it sounded as if something negative happened to the first one. At any rate, Kit was not here for storytime so he would not delve into the subject. This was the point where he realized that the other boy with him most likely did not understand English, as Rene seemed to mirror what Taiku said in a different language.

Making money is the primary factor for me too, Kit thought as Taiku informed them that there should be no room for slacking off. That would not be a problem, as Kit had always worked his hardest for the sake of pleasing his employer to keep him on the job, and because he would be bored if he wasn't constantly doing something during work. Standing still and doing nothing was way more worse than dashing about and completing tasks in his mind.

The conditions and pay sounded very luxurious compared to the other odd jobs Kit had in the past. As for questions, Kit had one. "Do you provide the training to be a bartender? Though I have had experience in many different jobs, I have had none in being a bartender, but am more than happy to learn quickly and completely."

[kej]

Sieghardt slowly took in everything the blonde said to him, not speaking, just carefully listening to what Taiku had to say. He spoke of this being his second club and the reasons why him and the Asian boy, now known to him as Kit Kit had impressed him with his enthusiasm, whereas Taiku felt some sort of empathy for Sieg. The details of his wage came next, and the numbers didn't disappoint him; he was actually very pleased. Eager to earn money A.S.A.P. in order to bring his sister over to America, when Taiku and Rene and finished speaking and Kit had asked his question, he had one of his own,

"Quand je commencent?"

[OOC: "When do I start?"]

[Kazuki Akimoto]

Considering he was answering separate questions now, Rene wouldn't be mirroring his speech. Instead, he would answer them one at a time, switching between English and French where it was necessary to them. Kit, having spoken first, received the first reply, and a rather sarcastic one at that.

"No, I'd planned to send you out on the busiest night of the week without showing you what to do. Of course I'm going to provide the training, what do you take me for...? On that note, you can start your training tomorrow night if you wish. The middle of the week usually works best for training a newcomer, not as busy and all that. Fine with you?"

The smirk on his face remained present as he shook his head at what he couldn't help but consider a really silly question to ask, after all, what good was it to just send the kid out with no prior experience? It was like burning money. Seig, however, caught his ear in French as he turned to listen, the question a much simpler one that he simply nodded at with the smirk expanding to a grin.

"Tomorrow, if you like. Either myself or Rene are always here in the mornings to go over the place, make sure everythings good to go, so you can get a run-down on what you need to know then if you like..."

Reaching into his pocket, inside his suit jacket, he pulled out a couple more of the cards he'd handed them previously, except these ones were different. They had a cellphone number on them, the one he gave to all the staff in case of emergencies and the like, and after handing them he would take another sip from his glass, leaving the two to decide if they had anything else they wished to ask.

[Kit Lee]

Kit smiled at Taiku's sarcastic reply. Kit had asked it for clarity, as some of his previous jobs had a knack for "forgetting" to tell Kit something vital to the job. Such examples were that he was required to purchase a uniform before coming to work and in another time, he had to go to some other location for the training. "Tomorrow is definately fine," Kit replied. The earlier the better, Kit thought.

Looking completely clueless as Taiku responded to Sieghardt, Kit would just stare blankly until Taiku was finished. Kit would recieve a card from Taiku, flipping it around between his fingers as he read the inscription. It appeared to have a cellphone number on it, most likely for the use if something were to ever come up and they needed to promptly reach Taiku. Sliding it into his wallet without taking his wallet out, Kit would stand to give a bow and thank Taiku as he took his leave unless Taiku had further instructions to give after he had handed the cards and sipped on his drink.

With the money he would be earning, Kit may perhaps be able to return home for the summer. How he had missed Hong Kong.

[kej]

Mentally rejoicing about the fact that he was able to start the following morning, he attempted to mask his excitement by giving Rene and Taiku and small nod and smile. The elder Asian man then retrieved something from an inner pocket on his jacket, and handed both him and the young Asian boy seated next to him a business card, similar to the one he had been given previously. Looking at the contents of the card, he scrunched his face up slightly at the sight of a mobile number. "That reminds me, I have to get some form of contact soon. Luckily, I have a job!" he mentally threw a fist in the air triumphantly, a thought that was interrupted by the other boy rising from his seat. Whereas the other boy rose casually, Sieghardt instead got up abruptly and continued to follow what the other boy was doing; as he bowed, so did he. "Ah..." Sieg muttered after bowing, placing an index finger on his lips, trailing from the piercing on his lip to the one in his lobe via the chain linking them. He was going to ask if the piercings would be a problem, but decided against it because if they were concerned about them they'd have already confronted him. Waving a hand sheepishly in front of his self in order to dismiss the attention gained from sounding like you were going to say something, Sieghardt slipped the card into a pocket and managed to say "Thanks," one step of many in the process of learning this exotic language called English. His eyes went from Taiku, to Rene, to Kit, and back to Taiku, who was taking a sip from his drink in the silence; he wondered who would break the ice first, since it seemed like there was nothing else to be said. If that was the case, he would turn and exit the room like Kit looked like he was ready to do, but for now, he would wait for Taiku to dismiss them before he took his leave, just in case the elder Asian -- now boss felt like adding anything.