Mansion Meeting (private)

It was the first time Moroi had shown any emotion whatsoever...and he was pretty sure the girl was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to even notice. A flash of amusement passed over his features as she violently cursed whoever had sent her here. There was that shift, like the persona she displayed was a mask she could barely maintain...or perhaps it wasn't. Humans were so interesting, it was like studying a particularly ingenious monkey every time. The boy's head tilted slightly as she assured herself that the wicked deceivers would be punished and barely managed to suppress a chuckle, which is rather unheard of for the boy. By the time she would look back to him however, the emotionless blank slate would return, his attention back to studying her as if she were under a microscope. Shame flicked across her features when she realized that he was still there, watching the outburst. He wasn't sure if she felt ashamed for the emotions she felt, if she was ashamed that she couldn't keep them from showing, or if she was just disappointed that she had forgotten where she was in her little fit of fury, but shame was an infinitely less attractive quality than anger. Anger was strong, anger could be funneled in to success, anger was useful. Shame? Not so much. The anger was infinitely more appealing. Unlike her however, Moroi showed no sign of his disappointment, instead, visibly, seemed to just be waiting for her to get to the point as to why she was in his home and wasting his time.

It took a lot of self-control to repress the eye twitch that came when she explained that she was there by mistake. It was hard to find his mansion "by mistake." Moroi had built the place as far away from community living as possible, it was hard to just "stumble upon" it while looking for something else. No, if she was sent here, it was for him, which in turn made him rather irate. It was one of the few moments where Moroi was not in control of those silly human emotions. Perhaps she wasn't alluding to the fact that he was a cripple, perhaps it was merely his age and not his appearance that she questioned, but Moroi was not immune to confirmation bias. The idea that she couldn't believe that he, the cripple with the discolored eyes, could possible be what she was looking for stung and it made him rather angry. The Wareyasui were a proud people with a grasp on the world that almost no one else would ever be able to. Who was she to question him? She drifted off again, and this time Moroi found it substantially less flattering, and pointed out the obvious that Moroi was the sole resident of this house, the house he built himself, from his crippled little wheelchair. Well, not entirely from the wheelchair, the Akagai was used substantially, but that's not the point.

Her social graces seemed to return to her however, as she proceeded to introduce herself again and announce her preferred nickname, perhaps she preferred to be named after a more effective alcohol, Moroi could not be sure. It was then when she announced her intention for being there, to be an "idol." Moroi did not react immediately. It seemed like a silly request to him, in a world where wars were common place and supernatural beings were more than ready to kill whatever human they stumbled across a "pop idol" was certainly not an aspiration he was expecting. Unless she of course meant a religious idol, which would be just as possible as the pop variation, but probably not what she was going for. Of course, the humans who had not yet evolved to spiritual awareness probably spent their lives terrified of the creatures who were more than likely to snuff out their existence at a moment's notice, so there might be use for a "pop idol" if only to market on those fears by giving them some stability. It had worked multiple times over the history of humanity. Moroi coldly studied her for a few more moments. She wasn't unattractive, and Moroi was more than smart enough to be able to use her to get the popularity and status that she wanted, plus he had the funds to do so, but she was being incredibly straight forward about the concept, which Moroi found intriguing. Intriguing enough to play with her a little bit.

"I can, I'm not sure why I should or even why I would."

Moroi turned in his chair and started wheeling himself to his office. It was an invitation for her to follow him, but he certainly wasn't obvious about it. In part, it was a test to see if she how desperate she was for this. Desperate people were easier to control and while he certainly didn't have anything malicious planned, he was the kind of person who actively sought after control. It was a symptom of a condition that afforded him no control whatsoever. The boy rolled himself behind his desk and quickly got back to what he was doing before hand, rifling through the stacks of paper work. If she decided to follow him in to his rather expensive looking office, the boy would speak more, a bored tone encompassing his words as he struggled to keep his speech at normal human speeds.

"Even if I was interested in sponsoring an "idol," why you? I'm not sure if you've noticed but we aren't exactly lacking attractive people in the world. Why should I care about you over any of them?"