pslplz | Arranged Marriage

Well, this was certainly not quite what he was expecting. Mamoru couldn't help looking over at the girl hanging out the window when she became visible. For a moment, he almost wondered if she was really as old as he'd been told-- that was certainly not a thing most people that age did. But perhaps the reality was that she was simply very, very immature. And perhaps this was why she was still yet to come out of the car as well.

No wonder the driver was having a difficult time of himself explaining.

Mamoru stepped over and pulled the door open the rest of the way, going slowly enough not to hurt her. But after all, where the head goes, the feet must follow. This seemed the most practical (and perhaps fitting) way to get her properly out of the car.

The door started moving before she had time to react, and Ouka found herself dangling in the most ungraceful way out of the car.

Well... this... didn't go as planned at all.

There was no good way to salvage this, but she did the best she could. Calmly, and with as much poise as she could, Ouka stepped (rolled?) out of the car. She was determined not to show her embarrassment, even though she was most certainly feeling it. She took a moment to compose herself, and then stared up at Mamoru expectantly.

Alright, future husband. She's out of the car. Now what?

It appeared she still had nothing to say to him... Mamoru hoped this wasn't an omen of the future. He made no comment on her window stunt, not wanting to prolong the awkward moment, and instead offered a slight bow of introduction.

"Takatori Mamoru. Welcome..."

She flashes him a bright smile. The sweetest smile she can muster. The kind that she usually gives Papa when she knows she's done something he's not happy with, but also knows that he'll forgive her. (Because really, who wouldn't?)

"Sakaki Ouka."

Ouka cast a glance toward her driver. He paused for a moment, confused, and then suddenly sprang to action unloading the car of her luggage.

"Is this your house? It's beautiful."

"It is... Thank you. I hope you'll find it comfortable. There are several rooms available to choose among for your bedchamber. Would you like to see them now?"

The smile was a rather strange one to see, and it made Mamoru slightly suspicious, like perhaps she was planning something. He would have to keep an eye on her for a while.

She gets to choose her own room? This was better than she'd anticipated. Though, Ouka would have much preferred her room back home. At least there were choices...

She nods eagerly, wanting to see just how nice this -- her? -- new house was, compared to her old one. Ouka takes a step forward, grabs her future husband's arm, and gently tugs him forward. "A tour of the house would be great~"

The more she focuses on being a perfect, sweet little princess, the more her previous tumble from the car will seem like a distant dream. Are you getting whiplash from her temperament changes yet, Mamoru?

Definitely getting whiplash.

Mamoru isn't sure how to react now. He'd come out expecting someone mature, poised and professional, if possibly a bit chilly from the circumstances. He saw someone acting like a child. Now he's being toted back to his home like it's hers to show-- not his-- and an unsettlingly sugary manner. He offers no resistance to being pulled along like a hapless doll, partly because he's too busy being confused.

"Um... Sure." How quick he is to lose the helm. This doesn't bode well.

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