Razor watched Herro head off and turned back to Tsukiko, “Now that your worse half is gone, where were we?”
“We were about to get to know one another,” She said quietly.
“Ih yes,” Razor said, bracing his chin in his hands, “Herro did tell me had a sister. He just forgot to mention that she’s strikingly like Herra in her appearance.”
She cocked an eyebrow, “Is that a dig hon?”
He raises his hands, before cupping her chin, “On the contrary. Despite Herro’s deep loathing of his female self, she’s quite a good looking girl. Great figure and amazing bone structure in her face. You match on both. From what I could see as you sat down, your figure is a bit more endowed and your lips a bit fuller. Overall though, both add together to make you a perfect ten in my book.”
“Oh,” She says, blushing and turning her head, “Ya’re a sweet guy.
“Yes I am,” Razor said with a huge grin on his face, “But looks are superficial. I want to know about you. Deep down and under the smooth milky skin.”
She smiled and turned back, a flush of red still on her face, “Well that’s always a good thing to hear. “
Razor bridged his hands, “Would you be more comfortable if I started?”
“Then I’d have to have questions to ask suga’,” She replied, the smile faltering just a bit, “So lets start with me.”
“Sounds good to me. Alright then ms. Maxwell, what are your favorite food dishes.”
“That’s actually a good question. Maybe Fettuccini Alfredo. My mom makes a great Alfredo, she uses this recipe she says comes from her family that is divine.”
Razor hums a bit and glances at her bare shoulder where he could see a tattoo drawn with what he knew was a natural ink infused with a magic that helped it bind and never fade. He felt his forearm where he had the Peacecraft dragon tattooed, he had asked the artist to infuse a spell to allow him to make it fade to match his skin tone when he willed it, usually when meeting someone he didn’t want to divulge his identity with.
He glanced back up and smiled, “I’ve had Flamescale Alfredo, and you are correct it is divine.”
“How’d ya know that hon?” She narrowed her eyes, “Did Herro mention her?”
“Not once,” Razor grinned and pointed to her shoulder, “That, my dear, is the IvorySun crest covered by the Flamescale tiger.”
She reached up to her shoulder, “Oh, this? Our mom had us get them when we were younger, something about protecting us from others.”
“I assume she’s an Amazon then?”
Tsukiko nodded and Razor lifted a hand to illustrate a point, as he feels a cold wetness on his head and a tingle run through his body. Blinking a few times from the water running down her face, and blew a bit of excess water from her mouth. She glanced at Tsukiko who stared almost in shock and asked, “It was Herro wasn’t it?”
She nodded as Razor started to unbutton a couple buttons on her button-down shirt, “Sorry, I have the clothes enchanted to resize, so whatever, let’s continue.”
“So,” Tsukiko asked, “Ya’re like Herro and Herra?”
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“Only in so much as the curse changes my gender. Otherwise, no, I don’t become an airhead and completely change personalities. I’m me, male or female.”
Tsukiko’s eyes widened, “That’s actually cool darlin’. So if I asked you say, do you want to go shopping for some scented candles, you wouldn’t want to?”
“Never said that,” Razor grinned, her teeth gleaming white in the black lights that came on around the floor, “You don’t know what my answer would be in either form. Though in this case no, I wouldn’t, I’d much rather go out and dance with you if you don’t mind. “
“I wouldn’t mind at all”
She stood and extended her hand to Tsukiko, who took it and stood up. Razor grinned and bent in close to the other woman’s ear, “Then we can ditch your brother and spend some time before I have to go to the park to help fix this Horror Carnival thing at midnight.”
“Oh is that what the pair of you are doin’?” She smiled, pride beaming from her face, “I can help. I’m no slouch in the magic department, a lot more subtle than Herro the walking bull in a china shop.”
Razor raises her hand, “You know that myth of a bull in a china shop was actually proven wrong, right?”
She looks at the lavender haired woman with an eyebrow raised, “Ya know that, I really don’t care. Now lets go dance, little miss know-it-all.”
“I have been called that, many times actually,” Razor smiled mischievously.
She walked towards the bar, slowly pulling Tsukiko by the hand, “Okay, not that I care much which gender I dance with you in, I feel we should get off to a good start and we can dance as man and woman.
“However, maybe later though,” She grins, “We can rock it as a pair of lovely ladies.”
Tsukiko finally adds, “Ya say it like it’s not an issue.”
Razor glances back and slides onto a bar stool before raising an eyebrow and replying, “It isn’t. Not really. Unless you don’t like that I become a girl half the time, I don’t care at all. I know you have Herro to compare to, but I’m nothing like him in many regards.”
Tsukiko nodded as she slid onto the one next to her, “I see. So if I ask you something now, and something when ya’re male the answers will be the same?”
“Can you get me a bit of warm water Helena?” Razor asked Helena after flagging the female bartender working with the man who’d talked to Herro. As the other woman grumbled something akin to assent, Razor turned back to Tsukiko, “As long as the question would have the same answer.”
“I guess that makes sense darling. I guess the answer to ‘What are your measurements?’ would be different like this.” She asked, staring at Razor’s exposed cleavage.
Razor grinned and grabbed the cup of heated water from the bar, “Thanks Helena.”
Turning back towards Tsukiko her grin went full smirk as she said, “Sorry angel, They’re going away for now.”
Putting her hand into the water, the odd tingling, and Razor pulled his hand out. Wiped it on the edge of his coat and set the glass back on the bar, “Helena, can we please have a couple of whiskeys?”
“Sure,” the bartender said with a smile, “I live to serve.”
“She seems snippy,” Tsukiko said casually, rubbing a hand down Razor’s Arm.
Razor waved a hand, “Nah, she just likes to torment me. I was stupid the one time I got wasted in here and she had to clean up the mess.”
His eyes narrow as Helena comes back and he nods to her before glancing over towards his two sisters. The two women were between three men, obviously being hassled by the guys. He takes a long swig of his drink and closes his eyes. He could make out the guys voices.
“Are you kidding me?” One of the guys said, “You are turning us down? Why?”
Autumn’s voice, “Do we need a reason.”
“We’ll follow the Queen’s example and shoot for someone a bit more handsome,” Summer said.
“The Queen?” A different guy’s voice, “Follow her example if you want, I can make you just as dead as she is. Good riddance too.”
The third guy piped in, “I know Right! She kept bugging our nobles for peace and for alliances. Hah, we’re warriors, fight for an alliance if you want it.”
“You okay suga’?” Tsukiko’s voice drowned out any other words.
The muscles in Razor’s jaw twitches as he clenched his teeth. Breathing out through his teeth he said, his reply almost forced, “My dear. I have something I need to take care of.”
She watched as he downed the rest of the shot and his arm quivered as he slowly lowered it to the bar top. Turning slowly he slid off the seat and tipped his head from side to side. He slowly pulled his coat off, each motion still deft and exact. Turning he sets the coat on Tsukiko’s lap, “Hold this. I’ll only be a moment.”
She watched his back as he walked slowly towards his sisters, almost running over Herro as he passed.
“What’s his Deal?” Herro asked as he got to the bar.
“Oh,” Helena said leaning on the bar and glancing at Herro and back towards the scene, “Nothing so much as bad mouthing the dead.”