So she comes from Clover Town, comes from a group of five siblings, and to top it all off, she was nobility? Chiyuki was surprised to say the least, albeit, it didn't show. But it did make him especially inquisitive of Hilda even more than before. He could recall how she ended up becoming Field Marshall, but what about before then? He never questioned why she ended up in Sabertooth, assuming that she was there for similar reasons everyone else were there for—to make money, create a name for themself, fight for justice, the whole charade. But these were questions saved for later, since by the time he had pondered about it, it was his turn to exchange basic information.
"I'm from Motor City. . . I lived there with my Mom until I was eighteen, and she. . ." Chiyuki paused for a moment. He never found it hard to talk about his past, but even he understood that it was a rather taboo thing to discuss what his Mother did for a living, and was embarrassed by it all to top it off. ". . .She's unemployed. My Dad left us when I was little and remarried. . . I'd be an only child if you don't count his other kids. . ." Chiyuki continued quietly, staring ahead of them instead of looking at Hilda.
Since they were on the subject of family, it came to mind that he hadn't seen his in quite some time. He would occassionally stop by Motor City to give his Mother some money, but she was never happy to see him if she was ever even there at all. This was often the case, since with her line of work, she was always with another man with decent amounts of money. His Father on the other hand, he hadn't seen for years now, but somehow managed to keep up to date with his whereabouts since he happened to marry a noble himself, and he too was never pleased to see Chiyuki even when he was present in his life. Nowadays, he never reached out to him ever since he left. Needless to say, the redheaded, always-fatigued Chiyuki had been on his own for quite some time now, but it never depressed him.
Chiyuki didn't say anything after that as their destination came into view. "Terry's Steakhouse" as was flickering brightly across the building. Although it was a steakhouse, it was also reputable for its comfort food. So, the redhead was confident that, while not knowing what Hilda liked to eat, she would find something she would enjoy. Wordlessly, he led them both inside.
The steakhouse was rather busy, dark, but beautifully lit enough to create a rather cozy atmosphere. Pleasant jazz was played over a stereo, and ball-sports were being shown over several televisions mounted on the walls. The crowd here consisted primarily of middle-aged men and women eating and drinking after a hard day's work. Suprisingly, both Chiyuki and Hilda were not too far from that scenario.
"Table for two?" a waitress queried, approaching them in her somewhat revealing uniform.
"Mm." Chiyuki "replied" in his usual grunt. Briskly, the pair were guided to a booth near the window and seated. Four menus were placed before them, one containing their meals and the other describing their alcohols, one for each officer.
When the waitress asked what they would be having to drink, Chiyuki was quick to request a rather potent whiskey. He drank alcohol quite often seeing as his tolerance for it was insurmountably high. In fact, he was rather confident that he simply was incapable of becoming intoxicated. If anything, maybe being buzzed was a possibility. After him, the waitress addressed Hilda, which was equally brief. She soon left to prepare those drinks and wouldn't return until later.
In the meantime, Chiyuki hunched over the table with his hands clasped together, staring at Hilda. ". . .So you're nobility. . .? Are you rich. . .?"
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