Ray stared for a moment aimlessly, taken by surprise when a phone was handed to him. She explained, and once more, he nodded, taking the phone from her and then inputting his own information. Filling out Phone Number, Name and Email address. At the name part specifically, Rayvil had to stop and take a moment, deleting where he had typed "Zel" a name he had been all too accustomed to being called, and replacing it with his full name. Rayvil Zahark. That was satisfactory enough. Within a few moments he handed the smartphone back to the silver haired woman, now digging in his pockets for his own phone, one of the few things that he had that were actually nice and shiny. In turn he handed it to her "C-could you do the same?" He asked sheepishly, not really sure if that's how that worked, not being one to trade phone numbers with friends often. He stood, now just being still awkwardly before passing it back off to her. "So uh, any other plans or ideas?" He gave a short uncomfortable laugh, the conversation from just moments ago not exactly being the most ideal situation.
Emilia graciously accepted as Ray offered her the phone back, taking a peek at what he had entered in, swiftly glancing at his full name. Tapping a little bit, which showed she was editing the information she had provided, Emilia set his nickname to be "Ray " All of this had been accomplished before setting the phone once again back onto her nightstand. Now, watching as Ray asked her to fill in her own phone number and information, Emilia tapped away at his phone, adding her number, and email address. Her own name she entered in Emilia Roberts, opting not to but Ilya or Eya-Kitty down as most people would call her in Terrasphere. I doubt Ray would get the joke.. Handing him back the phone with her contact information filled out completely she simply shrugged. "We could stay in here and just talk, or go out and do stuff."
She had typed her name and information into his phone, a move that quite pleased the man as he quickly stashed it away when she returned it, not even giving it a second glance. He was weirdly confident that the information displayed on the screen before he locked it was correct, comfortable in the fact that she seemed as interested in being friends as he was. But his mind still eluded to the question; Why? What would she gain out of it? Companionship? Hardly, Rayvil hardly spent time with himself outside of Terra, much less make room for other people, especially on the ever so tight schedule of a Business Idol such as Emilia. Then force yourself to make room, The more compassionate and outgoing side of himself said. It made sense, if she wanted to hang out, then the least Ray could do was make an effort to be there to spend time with a friend. He was snapped out of this deep thought by her answer to his question, his gaze now avoiding hers again as green eyes flicked onto her, and away. "I mean, whatever you want, Mrs- Ms. Roberts..." He didn't really know what he wanted to do, remembering the shirt was being small, but also just deciding to deal with it on his own time.
Emilia thought for a moment, He seems so lost in thought.. I wonder what he is thinking about. It was true that Emilia was busy, and that she never really had time unless she were to lock herself in her room. Which even then she could almost never do, and if she did she would be either with Choji or in Terrasphere. Her own thoughts were interrupted by his own reply to her question, "You do not need to call me Ms. Roberts.. Call me Emilia.. or Emi.. Or.. Ey--" Emilia stopped herself, "Err.. Just Emilia or Emi..." She still did not want to reveal that she had a life with the game of Terrasphere.. Or else face the consequences of the news going wild about it and blaming her company all over again. "We could always get you some new clothes.. We probably have something laying around here.." Without a moment of thought, Emilia went to her dresser and scooped up her phone, before tapping away again. She put her phone to her ear before grabbing Ray's arm and dragging him out of her room. "Yes, Feliz.. Yes.. Emergency fitting please. I am leaving my room now with the guest... Oh! Hmm.. I would say six foot... Build? Probably Lean. I would say around my age? Yes. See you in a few." With a grin she did not give Ray a single moment to object as she dragged him downstairs. Reaching a room, she opened the door, revealing a tall a skinny man who looked to have that of a French origin. The room seemed to be rather large. A boutique of sorts.. For clothes. "I get all my clothes hand made.. By Feliz." Her own voice was interrupted by Feliz reaching out and snatching Ray away from her. It was then that he pulled Ray onto a small platform and order him to strip. "It would be best for you to wait outside.." His voice spoke up, however he then turned to Ray, "Unless you want her to stay? Either way, Ms. Emilia will force you to get sized and she will force me to make you something that will fit."
"Emi it is," He decided, not really wanting to put up an argument, and actually quite happy not to have to refer to her so formally; something that was never his forte. Within moments he was whisked away and headed for someone named 'Feliz', a rather lanky looking man that had a ruler of sorts with him. The accent that the man had was actually quite entertaining, an almost cartoonish french undertone to it. Though undertone was probably an understatement; as the accent poked out more than words did. The rich are weird.. He thought to himself yet again, wondering where on God's green earth did this man come from, why was he in Boston, and why did Emilia hire him? Questions that would have to be answered later as Rayvil was bombarded with a stingant of his own, though it was less than he had expected. That was probably attributed to the fact that Ms Roberts had taken the liberty to answer all the questions for him, over the phone, though most of it seemed like guess work. I suppose the detailed answers will be submitted by Feliz's own measurements.That's how Ray rationed it, so he looked to Emilia, a bit sheepish, "Uh, I mean, I am not the biggest fan of being spotted at, but as long as I get to keep my pants on, She can stay?" He tugged at the sweatpants, using the waist string thing to tighten them around him, not sure of the answer, but hoping that it was a 'Yes'.
Laughing to herself, Emilia spoke quite breezily, "I will stay turned around if it helps.." Chuckling to herself she heard Feliz speak, "I am measuring the whole body to get you proper clothes, Monsieur.. So no pants." Emilia held her belly to contain her laughter, knowing all too well of Feliz's procedures. "How could I have fired him? My parents hired him on after all.. Besides hes like a brother to me." Grinning from ear to ear, she turned around to prevent her from seeing any part of Ray when he would become undressed. Her own mind replaying what Feliz had done numerous of times. He would most likely force Ray to exit his clothes. Hearing rummaging around, Emilia could picture Feliz pulling Ray's shirt and pants off of this body before placing measuring tapes all around his body. Around his waste, arms, etc etc. Without so much of a second thought Emilia's thoughts leaped back to what he would do with her. Measure her breasts, her butt, and so forth. Her clothes had to be form fitting to make her look "more elegant". Keeping her laugh on the inside she knew what would happen next as the sewing machine rumbling, the sound of needle touching the type of fabric he had used. Not bothering to look, Emilia kept listening. As the sewing machine kept rumbling, she could picture Feliz trying on different types of clothes onto Ray. Until at last she heard him speak, "Viola! I like. My dont you?" Emilia waited to hear confirmation from Ray before she would start turning around.
Rayvil grimaced as the man confirmed that the clothes would be coming off, and for some reason, these types of things slowly didn't surprise him anymore. His brief time with Emilia was already desensitizing him to the random surprises that seemed to follow the woman everywhere she went, or atleast, he assumed it did, given by the very few hours they had known each other so far. So, he looked to Emilia, just watching as she spun around from the pair, and then he faced the tall frenchman with a frown forming on his face, not really interested in this. Too late, the Frenchman began insisting that everything be removed, and Ray complied, not really wanting to get manhandled by this manservant, especially not infront of the silver haired woman, though by the small giggles that escaped her, Ray could tell that she was already fully aware of what was happening, even if she couldn't see. And then, over the course of the next few minutes, the man slowly began to grow a sympathy for the dress-up dolls that were marketed to young girls back in the 80s. Because now he felt like one, as Feliz swapped clothes all about him, going from Casual; gym shorts and a shirt that actually fit, though said something about it being too cold for that, before making him swap to sports wear; the Russian style track suit, and while Feliz seemed to like it, it seemed that particularly set was a bit too pink and small for Ray, which solved no problems. It was astonishing how fast the man could have taken the measurements, instantly transforming them into various articles of clothing before deciding just as fast that it didn't quite look right, and forcing him back out of them. Eventually, Ray had to stop him, though didn't exactly know how to go about that. "Uh, just a new shirt... i-is all I need, I think?" That seemed to catch Feliz off guard, as he stopped, eyes open and then scanning the man. Though he mumbled something and then ducked back to the sewing machine to make just another simple grey t-shirt, this one being the absolute perfect size for the platinum-haired man. He tossed it at the man, Rayvil quickly putting it on and then pulling the pink track pants from earlier on, just as a way to quell the frenchman's anger, and possible to get a laugh out of Ms Roberts. He gave an 'Ahem' as a confirmation, holding his arms far out from his body as a pose to increase comedic effect.
Turning around, Emilia's eyes widened. Completely taken aback by the comedic pose, and the pink pants. Clapping her hands together in amusement, Emilia spoke out of joy, "It looks perfect!" With a nod towards Feliz, he took the clothes that had not quite worked out and started to put them, folded into a box. It filled an entire box, which was no grand surprise to Emilia. He then sealed the box and set it in a corner with quite a few other boxes. "It is for his shop back home in France.. We basically just pay him for his trips, his service and shipping to his shop. He gets live human "guinea pigs of sorts" another term to our relationship is that I act as part of his run-way shows. Dress up in dresses and walk down the red carpet on stage. Pretty easy, and he is super fun to be around outside of this room." Without so much of a second thought Emilia started to laugh, "What are you wanting to do man? Mr. Pinkie?"
"Huh..." was the man's only response to her explanation of the Frenchman's line of work and what it was he was doing in a place like this, personally designing clothes for some rich businesswoman out of Boston. It made sense, a fashion designer who made a fair bit of pocket change on the side by being a personal designer for wealthier people, in trade getting better contacts and possible modelling candidates. His mind drifited to Comet, who Rayvil remembered her mentioning something about being a model? The weirdest people played Terrasphere, he swore... "I uh, not sure? I absolutely enjoy spending time with you, but what is there to do?" And then he smirked giving a small laugh. "And please, Mr. Pinkie was my father, just call me Pinkie."
With a shrug of her shoulders Emilia thought for a moment. "Well, I am sure enough surprises have been coming your way for today.. And okay, Pinkie. I am not too sure on what there is to do. I usually just spend time locked in my room so yeah.. We could enjoy the cool weather.." She opened the blinds in the room, taking a peek at the weather, "It is snowing.." With a small shrug she thought of more ideas. "We could uhh.. Go somewhere? I am not sure where.. Maybe see a movie? Watch one here? I do not know.. I do not spend time with friends too often." Feeling a shadow of doubt, Emilia caved in lightly to herself. Realizing she was not used to this whole 'friend' thing.
An idea popped in his head as it started snowing, joining her over by the window and leaning out of it, a small layer beginning to form from it. "Well I uh," He thought back to Terrasphere and how his character was probably full on their bars by now, and it was time to get back to it for the day. "How about this. Imma go home, but but but," He quickly added, trying to stop her from being let down. "I will come back tomorrow and we can play in the snow?" It was a weird notion for a grown man like Ray to want to play in the snow, but he had all sorts of ideas, wondering if it was something Ilya had ever enjoyed doing with others her age. He felt kind of bad, trying to cop out right now to go drown himself in a fake world, but it was what he liked doing, so who could blame him? "Uh, do you want to head back in a Taxi with me? You know, to talk as much as we can while we still have time?" That was a weird way of wording it for Ray, but it was the only way he knew how to express what it was he was getting at, actually genuinely hoping that she'd agree to it.
Nodding her head, Emilia was about to agree to his request, "I have an interview tomorrow around mid morning, but we should definitely play in the snow after the interview!" Thinking of her own schedule her thoughts lead her to the fundraiser she had to partake in.. Glancing sideways at Feliz, she knew that he knew what she was thinking about as soon as the words had left his mouth. "I know you are thinking of ze Fundraising opportunity. why not invite diz young handzome man?" With a flushed face, Emilia started to lightly kick the ground. "I have this.. erm.. Thing going on next Sunday evening.. A fundraiser for the organization, Serving For A Purpose.. The same organization that clothes and shelters homeless people or those that are having a tough time living in general.. You should.. Erm.. Come?" She purposed it like a question, not wanting him to be forced. He had no way of knowing what she would be doing at this fundraiser. "It will be worth your time, and you do not need to donate anything.." Listening to his proposal she smiled, "Of course I can join you in the cab on the way home. Is there anything you are wanting to talk about in specific on the way to your home?"
Rayvil nodded, perfect. He'd call in sick for work yet again, a recurring theme with him, and one that his bosses were clearly getting tired of, but the worst case scenario, they fired him and he would take his time searching for another job 'online'. Or, even better, maybe they were willing to tolerate it a bit more, atleast until he could figure some stuff out and be more consistent. But that seemed ever more unlikely, between Terrasphere, and now possibly spending time with Emilia, that'd be quite the task to juggle. So why juggle and not just lay one thing off? That's the way in which Rayvil's mind worked. The two seemed to interact for a second, and he tuned it out until he realized that the frenchman was talking about him. A bit of pink tinging his face, Ray withdrew and kind of waved a hand. "I Uh, will have to think about it.." He wasn't sure if he was quite the person to be inviting to sit alongside Emilia Roberts at such events, with how unimportant he was, and while he had no intention of outright declining, the man would think about it, and probably come up with the answer 'No'. Though it did seem like an exciting prospect... He turned and exited the room, hoping Emilia would follow as he tried to make his way out of the building, looking to his phone on how to order a cab exactly...
"Please come.." The fact that Emilia seemed to be begging Ray to go was in it itself a miracle. Her cheeks were all flushed, a blush spreading across her cheeks. With a small smile she began to follow Ray out of the building, leaning over him and pointing to where he could call up a cab. "So what do you even like to do, job-related? What is your dream career?" With a small skip in her step she lead Ray to the curb where the cab would pick them both up, taking Ray home before turning around and carrying her back to where she would be once again locked up in the manor of unforgivingness. The manor in which her aunt resided as of the moment.
Rayvil felt a pang of sadness as he heard Ilya ask him again, this time unable to really refuse at all, or dodge the question. He sighed, nodding "N-Next sunday right? Where at..." That was his way of resigning to do it, despite not really feeling like the right person to take for it, and even less he was worthwhile being there at all, especially since he had contributed nothing to the cause that she would be supporting. I need to check my bank account, He resolved, now wondering how much he could spare to donate, not wanting to go to the Fundraiser and contribute nothing. Speaking of Money and jobs. "Didn't I say earlier?" He now kind of mumbled, hoping she would kind of hear and understand he didn't wanna talk about it too much. "gasstationclerk..." and with that he stepped outside, now waiting the few moments it would take for the cab to arrive.
