Toppa had dated many women in the past, mostly out of interest or something physical, sometimes, because there was a void he needed to fill. In this particular instance, it was mainly because he thought they would be able to have fun together. Even having just met Illya for a brief amount of time, she seemed like the kind of girl who knew how to have fun. But no date he had would be able to prepare him for her verbosity.
It was quite frankly, relieving, Toppa could simply listen and not have to lead the full conversation save occasionally to step in and talk to her about her interests. It also made him more comfortable in sharing part of himself, now that he knew she was easy to speak to (for him, at least).
Toppa's eyes transfixed themselves into her right eye, a bright cyan crystal, unnatural in brightness, like the clearest blue sky. It was gorgeous, then he swapped to her other eye, an amethyst blue, which while potently bright, was much more normal than usual. "I see..." He replied, his face looking close into her, he could smell her light perfume from here, her face barely inches from his. If he were to push accidentally...
"So your gorgeous voice is part of your magic," He chuckled. Toppa wondered if her speech patterns were also a direct result of such an implantation. Regardless, "That's an old... and very powerful magic you have." He replied, smiling towards her, "The fact that you possess it at all probably means you have the voice to rival a deity, lucky me I guess. If you'd sing for me sometime." He chuckled. He wondered how many other men were currently chasing after her. Dozens? Hundreds? If he could estimate based on her fame, most likely thousands. That will be me too, at some point.
He thought to himself. Like it or not, he needed the attention.
As they continued to walk down the main square, Toppa briefly guided her down a lane to where the restaurant they would be eating at would be. Just in time for him to hear the second half of her speech. He laughed briefly at the thought of Illya being a simple waitress, "I don't imagine that I'd ever put you in the service lines unless you really wanted to-- actually..." Toppa paused, looking towards Illya, "If you're interested, I'd be happy to do a short duratin where you help me out with serving coffee at one of the cafes I own, you'd get to meet all my regulars as well." He chuckled, not that he had too many of them, but having a star there would definitely help out.
What truly surprised Toppa however was when she said that she had once been part of Fairy Tail. "Oh, wow, I had no clue!" He replied, a genuine smile forming on his face, "Do you know Nessa then? Or Mura? Or... well--" The guy with the ridiculous amounts of gold, "Louie?" He had to put that on hold for now however, as she continued to talk. Maybe he oculd ask again at a time more appropriate. "I agree, being a normal person is nice, honestly were itn ot for the fact that I need to protect myself, I wouldn't have bothered with combat magic at all." He replied,gently his fingers squeezed against her hip.
It was around this point however that Toppa began to lose track of the conversation. He didn't know who Yemaya was or if she still lived in Magnolia, but he supposed he should just go with the flow and attempt to comprehend as much of it as possible. "So you're telling me a magical creature raised you as it's own child? And that you possess a lacrima from one of the most power, if not the most powerful set of magic?" Toppa replied, a curious eyebrow raised with a quizzical smile, "I feel like those things aren't completely unrelated." He stuck out his tongue, he'd not pry on her past if it was personal, but he'd like to get to know that part of the story as well. "Absolutely hun, I have a place to stay in Magnolia if that's what you mean. I also have one here. And Lady goes wherever I go generally, but she can take care of herself when I'm not around." Toppa smiled. "I'm more than happy to visit anyways Illya, I don't think many guys wouldn't jump at the chance to be able to check out your place."
Just around the nick of time of their conversation having stopped, Toppa and Illya arrived at their intended destination: The Bearded Baker. A restaurant run by a prior friend of Toppa's, but the shop had since become an incredibly busy location. Opening the wood and glass door, the interior was rustic and chic. The floor had no carpets, but a flat slate ground polished to a sheen, the furniture was a collection of antique tables and chairs, asymmetrical in shapes and sizes. The restaurant used antique wax candles rather than lacrima, and the smell of fresh bread and bacon ran across the entirety of the restaurant. The moment they stepped in, a waiter quickly moved to the forefront, her look briefly dismissive, "Do you reserv--" She started in a bored tone, before her eyes snapped to Illya, "Ohmygosh..." She spoke, putting her hands to her mouth, "Ohmygosh its Illya Pegasus, please stay right there--" He spoke, before dashing into the kitchens.
"Mm..." Toppa chuckled, "Quite the effect fame has on people."
He needed some of that clout too.
Moments later, a middle aged manager in a well dressed tuxedo came forth to greet the both of them. "Hi, Ms. Pegasus, Mr..." He paused, briefly extending a hand to the both of them. "Toppa, Toppa's fine." He replied, genial smile on his face. "We'll get you a table set up immediately, please, this way."
The manager took the both of them to a much more private booth, a room with much comfier seats than the outside, with a rounded table of mahogany as he began to set it up specifically for the both of them. "Please." Hespoke, cordially, as he shifted Illya's seat for her, then moved to shift Toppa's. As Toppa seated down, he slowly turned to savour his date's newfound appointment powers. "Here, let's look at the menu." He spoke, placing a menubook in her hands. "So, mind if I ask you a personal question?" He began, his eyes briefly laying on Illya. "What do you generally like in your partners?"
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