PSL Post -- Lockon Stratos/Lyle Dylandy and Naomi Kimishima

[becomingthesniper]

This post will be used for PSL threads between becomingthesniper and deadshallspeak.

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[becomingthesniper]

[Lyle parks his car in the first available spot, then starts getting out of the car.]

Got enough room on that side to get out?

[deadshallspeak]

Yes, it's fine.

[Naomi follows and heads out to the back of the car to wait for Lyle.]

Are you ready?

[becomingthesniper]

Of course. Let me just lock 'er up, and we'll be on our way in.

[He closes the door and locks the car up, then walks toward the entrance. When he reaches the door, he holds it open.]

After you.

[deadshallspeak]

You really know how to treat someone, don't you?

[She laughs, and there's a bit of genuine pleasure in there. Then she heads on in, stopping by the reception desk to wait for him.]

[becomingthesniper]

I'd like to think it's common sense, even if it makes me a tad idealistic.

[He knows there are plenty of self-serving men out there, and pseudo-gentlemen. But it's hard to be a member of Celestial Being and not believe in the better nature of humanity as a whole. At any rate, he follows her in and tells the host about their reservation. They're quickly taken to a table for two.]

[deadshallspeak]

[Naomi settles in nicely, picking up the menu and looking it over.

...Conversation. She probably ought to say something.]

You said you'd looked over the menu before coming today. Anything catch your eye?

[becomingthesniper]

Ah, yeah. They had some good-sounding seafood selection. I've heard their chicken parmigiana is pretty good, too.

But hey, pick what you want. You know your tastes better than I do.

[Meanwhile, Lyle himself peruses the menu.]

[deadshallspeak]

Hm. It's a good starting point.

[Naomi spends another moment or two looking through the options before making her decision and closing the menu.]

I've made my decision, then. And you?

[becomingthesniper]

Yep.

[Lyle sets the menu down.]

And to think, we haven't even ordered drinks yet. Either we're fast, or they're slow.