It may just be her imagination that sees some approval in the way Adelheid nods. Haru choose to keep on desperately hoping like the optimistic queer she is anyway. "I see. Very well then." Her fingers slip into her jacket pocket, tugging out a few pictures and immediately snapping them out like a fan. It's all one smooth and sharp movement that has Haru's legs feeling weak. "I had a few ideas of what I was thinking of, at least when it comes to the particular flowers. My problem is simply that I lack the idea of how I'd like it designed, so I was hoping to consult with an expert on it." Normally, that's not something they do without payment ahead of time. Haru finds herself not even caring. Just being in Adelheid's presence right now is more than enough. However, the woman seems to realize this herself and tilts her head towards Haru. "I know this is taking time out of your schedule... Let me buy your drink for you."
Haru will freely admit that she came over because she was helplessly attracted, however shallow a reason that might be. Learning that Adelheid is so, so... nice? Graceful? Gracious? Only gets her all the more excited. However, that doesn't stop her from frantically shaking her head and crossing her arms into an 'X' in front of her. "Oh no! I couldn't do that to you! We've just met!" Yet suddenly she realizes a dilemma. A dilemma she needs consultation on. Pausing, she peers up past her arms. "Oh, um... But if you could go over and pick it up for me if I gave you some money, that would be really great!"
"That's all?" Placing the pictures down on the counter, Adelheid brushes her fingers along her temple and tucks away some stray hairs. That is somehow also extremely pretty, no matter how minor a gesture it is. "I can do that, then."
"Perfect!" Rising up on the balls of her feet, Haru claps her hands together. "While you go get that, I'll get my area ready- I have my own little gallery of things I've designed or inked onto people, so we can go over a whole bunch of references to see if something leaps out at you!"
Adelheid's smile isn't exactly friendly, not with such a slight curve of her lips. Instead, it' s somehow something even better- appreciative. "That works perfectly for me." Haru doesn't need much more than that to rush over to her stuff, getting money she actually hadn't been planning to spend today. At least her order isn't that complicated, being just a drink that's 25% caffeine, 60% chocolate, and 15% whipped cream. Once Adelheid strides out the door, hips swaying perfectly, Haru gives a smitten sigh.
...Followed shortly by her twisting on her heel and full out sprinting towards Tsuna's niche.
"Dino!" she squeaks, slipping and forced to grab onto the corner of the little opening into Tsuna's workspace. Her legs scramble beneath her while her mouth keeps moving at the speed of light. By this point, her boss has finally begun to get to work, with his needle patiently working over the bare base of the tattoo that's plastered onto Dino's leg. "What do I do!? I don't know how to get to know her better without seeming like I'm actually really creepy! A tattoo session or two isn't enough to get comfortable with someone like that, and I'll be gross if I use her contact information for anything but business!" Gokudera's voice rises up behind her.
"You JUST NOW thought of that!?"
Using the wall for leverage, she pops up like a wrathful whack-a-mole. "Shut up, Gokudera!" It's too late, however. He's already moving from behind the counter over to the tattoo area, looking more exasperated than amused. That might be a small blessing. Haru thinks she'd die if Gokudera laughed at her.
Instead, he gestures almost violently at where Dino is reclined. "And why are you asking him?" he hisses, lowering his voice a little bit in the face of Tsuna's work. The patient hum of the needle carried on either way, Tsuna's eyes laser focused on the canvas of Dino's skin. "He's getting a tattoo of his turtle as Godzilla destroying the fucking Vatican."
Haru crosses her arms. "But he's going out with someone. He has experience."
The sheer force of Gokudera's withering glare could decimate a whole greenhouse. "He's not going to be dating Squalo long with that inked on his leg."
Dino snorts out a laugh, doing his best not to actually move too much. Tsuna, like any good tattoo artist, is only as good as much as his client can avoid jiggling around like jelly during an earthquake. "Joke's on you," he says. "Squalo wouldn't say he's dating me no matter what I have permanently drawn on my body. I have to trick him into every outting we go on with each other."
"Have you considered dating someone that isn't that level of asshole, and that can actually date?" Gokudera asks bluntly.
"I could," Dino says with a shrug. "But few people besides Squalo would take a bet on if he could break into the shark exhibit while we're on a date at the aquarium."
Faintly, Haru thinks she remember that. "Didn't you film that and put it on youtube?"
With a grin that's far too wide and far too proud, Dino flashes her a pair of thumbs up. "Yup! But we're not talking about my love life right now. We're talking about yours, and you're already giving up before the finish line."
She can't help but slump against the corner of the entryway, clinging to it for support. "I can't help it... This is the worst possible way for me to try and flirt with a girl. What was I thinking?"
"You weren't," Gokudera says. Haru glares at him and yet, unfortunately, she can't argue there.
"Break it up, you two." Dino shakes his head, blond hair flopping loosely around. "It might be a tricky situation, but it's not impossible. Just don't think of it as flirting so much as just getting to know her a little better. Baby steps. Why not ask her about her hobbies? A lot can happen in a conversation. For example..." He twirls his hand aimlessly through the air. "Her legs seemed pretty in shape, right? So, uh... Why not ask her if she goes to the gym or something? Maybe she could introduce you to the place, you spend some time together... Stuff like that?"
Haru lets out a slow breath from inbetween her teeth. "I guess... But a gym membership costs money. Won't it seem fake if I end up just dropping out right off the bat?"
Leaning against the wall on the other side of the entrance, Gokudera raises an eyebrow. "Why not just invite her to an online forum you go to, or some website or another? I invited people all the time to the places I go to, it's not that big a deal. That way, she can stay away from you if you really do reveal your true freak colors."
"Shuuuut uuuup!" Haru groans, pouting. "Besides, I don't think I go to any sits that she would be interested in too. It's all costume and stage costumes and mascot blogs!"
"What kind of taste is that?"
"I don't want to hear it from the Bigfoot freak!"
"Hey-!"
"Get her card," Tsuna says, so quiet and collected that Haru nearly misses it from all her yelling with Gokudera. She has to pause and blink a few times, as if reaffirming that she actually heard something in the real world.
"Her card?" she echoes.
Tsuna's needle paints smooth patient strokes of black along Dino's leg, and he doesn't stutter even a little bit. When he's hard at work like this, he's almost an entirely different person. "She said she owns a flower shop, right? That means she probably works there, too. You like to tattoo floral designs. You can talk while getting research material, and decide from there if you like each other enough to be friends, or anything else."
It's so simple, so obvious, Haru can't believe she didn't think of it herself. She presses her palms together, fingertips at her lips. "Tsuna-kun, you're a genius."
She can't wait for Adelheid to come back, now. With a plan in the back of her head and her work ready in front of her, the fluttering in her hear finally settles down.
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Haru will freely admit that she came over because she was helplessly attracted, however shallow a reason that might be. Learning that Adelheid is so, so... nice? Graceful? Gracious? Only gets her all the more excited. However, that doesn't stop her from frantically shaking her head and crossing her arms into an 'X' in front of her. "Oh no! I couldn't do that to you! We've just met!" Yet suddenly she realizes a dilemma. A dilemma she needs consultation on. Pausing, she peers up past her arms. "Oh, um... But if you could go over and pick it up for me if I gave you some money, that would be really great!"
"That's all?" Placing the pictures down on the counter, Adelheid brushes her fingers along her temple and tucks away some stray hairs. That is somehow also extremely pretty, no matter how minor a gesture it is. "I can do that, then."
"Perfect!" Rising up on the balls of her feet, Haru claps her hands together. "While you go get that, I'll get my area ready- I have my own little gallery of things I've designed or inked onto people, so we can go over a whole bunch of references to see if something leaps out at you!"
Adelheid's smile isn't exactly friendly, not with such a slight curve of her lips. Instead, it' s somehow something even better- appreciative. "That works perfectly for me." Haru doesn't need much more than that to rush over to her stuff, getting money she actually hadn't been planning to spend today. At least her order isn't that complicated, being just a drink that's 25% caffeine, 60% chocolate, and 15% whipped cream. Once Adelheid strides out the door, hips swaying perfectly, Haru gives a smitten sigh.
...Followed shortly by her twisting on her heel and full out sprinting towards Tsuna's niche.
"Dino!" she squeaks, slipping and forced to grab onto the corner of the little opening into Tsuna's workspace. Her legs scramble beneath her while her mouth keeps moving at the speed of light. By this point, her boss has finally begun to get to work, with his needle patiently working over the bare base of the tattoo that's plastered onto Dino's leg. "What do I do!? I don't know how to get to know her better without seeming like I'm actually really creepy! A tattoo session or two isn't enough to get comfortable with someone like that, and I'll be gross if I use her contact information for anything but business!" Gokudera's voice rises up behind her.
"You JUST NOW thought of that!?"
Using the wall for leverage, she pops up like a wrathful whack-a-mole. "Shut up, Gokudera!" It's too late, however. He's already moving from behind the counter over to the tattoo area, looking more exasperated than amused. That might be a small blessing. Haru thinks she'd die if Gokudera laughed at her.
Instead, he gestures almost violently at where Dino is reclined. "And why are you asking him?" he hisses, lowering his voice a little bit in the face of Tsuna's work. The patient hum of the needle carried on either way, Tsuna's eyes laser focused on the canvas of Dino's skin. "He's getting a tattoo of his turtle as Godzilla destroying the fucking Vatican."
Haru crosses her arms. "But he's going out with someone. He has experience."
The sheer force of Gokudera's withering glare could decimate a whole greenhouse. "He's not going to be dating Squalo long with that inked on his leg."
Dino snorts out a laugh, doing his best not to actually move too much. Tsuna, like any good tattoo artist, is only as good as much as his client can avoid jiggling around like jelly during an earthquake. "Joke's on you," he says. "Squalo wouldn't say he's dating me no matter what I have permanently drawn on my body. I have to trick him into every outting we go on with each other."
"Have you considered dating someone that isn't that level of asshole, and that can actually date?" Gokudera asks bluntly.
"I could," Dino says with a shrug. "But few people besides Squalo would take a bet on if he could break into the shark exhibit while we're on a date at the aquarium."
Faintly, Haru thinks she remember that. "Didn't you film that and put it on youtube?"
With a grin that's far too wide and far too proud, Dino flashes her a pair of thumbs up. "Yup! But we're not talking about my love life right now. We're talking about yours, and you're already giving up before the finish line."
She can't help but slump against the corner of the entryway, clinging to it for support. "I can't help it... This is the worst possible way for me to try and flirt with a girl. What was I thinking?"
"You weren't," Gokudera says. Haru glares at him and yet, unfortunately, she can't argue there.
"Break it up, you two." Dino shakes his head, blond hair flopping loosely around. "It might be a tricky situation, but it's not impossible. Just don't think of it as flirting so much as just getting to know her a little better. Baby steps. Why not ask her about her hobbies? A lot can happen in a conversation. For example..." He twirls his hand aimlessly through the air. "Her legs seemed pretty in shape, right? So, uh... Why not ask her if she goes to the gym or something? Maybe she could introduce you to the place, you spend some time together... Stuff like that?"
Haru lets out a slow breath from inbetween her teeth. "I guess... But a gym membership costs money. Won't it seem fake if I end up just dropping out right off the bat?"
Leaning against the wall on the other side of the entrance, Gokudera raises an eyebrow. "Why not just invite her to an online forum you go to, or some website or another? I invited people all the time to the places I go to, it's not that big a deal. That way, she can stay away from you if you really do reveal your true freak colors."
"Shuuuut uuuup!" Haru groans, pouting. "Besides, I don't think I go to any sits that she would be interested in too. It's all costume and stage costumes and mascot blogs!"
"What kind of taste is that?"
"I don't want to hear it from the Bigfoot freak!"
"Hey-!"
"Get her card," Tsuna says, so quiet and collected that Haru nearly misses it from all her yelling with Gokudera. She has to pause and blink a few times, as if reaffirming that she actually heard something in the real world.
"Her card?" she echoes.
Tsuna's needle paints smooth patient strokes of black along Dino's leg, and he doesn't stutter even a little bit. When he's hard at work like this, he's almost an entirely different person. "She said she owns a flower shop, right? That means she probably works there, too. You like to tattoo floral designs. You can talk while getting research material, and decide from there if you like each other enough to be friends, or anything else."
It's so simple, so obvious, Haru can't believe she didn't think of it herself. She presses her palms together, fingertips at her lips. "Tsuna-kun, you're a genius."
She can't wait for Adelheid to come back, now. With a plan in the back of her head and her work ready in front of her, the fluttering in her hear finally settles down.