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House Hunt

Who: Jecht and Yotsuyu
What: Jecht needs help. Yotsuyu foolishly gave him her card.
When: Monday, 9/14
Where: Yotsuyu's office, primarily
Warnings: None

Well, crap.

Everything had sure gone to hell, hadn't it? Somehow he was getting away with everything, no sign of that whole Big Deal hanging over his head except stuff occasionally becoming a frosty treat and nobody noticing... but damned if he wasn't feeling twitchy and stressed from worrying about this whole mess.

It'd spoiled his plans, too. By now he should've at least had someplace to stay here in the city. Racking up nights in the hotel suite wasn't gonna break him, but it sure wasn't good sense to do for too long. But at the moment, just the thought of going into some realtor's office made him feel sick, but he didn't want to get someone else to do it and end up with a place he didn't like...

Hey, wait a sec.

Jecht went for his wallet, flipping it open to pull out the card that woman had given him back at the Weirdass Anonymous meeting. If nothing else, he wouldn't have to worry about something slipping around someone who already knew what the deal was.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jecht pulled his phone out to dial.

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The phone rang, and idly, Yotsuyu reached out to pick it up.

"Galvus Enterprises, this is Yotsuyu speaking. How may I help you today?"

There was some interest in her voice, though feigned or not, it might be difficult to say. Another day, another dollar--that emotion definitely came through in her tone.

Jecht was 100% guessing feigned. Hopefully that'd change knowing it was him, but... well, he'd see.

"Hey, uh. This is Jecht. From the other day. You know." Had she even GOTTEN his name then? He couldn't remember...

"Gave me your card?"

She hadn't, but she was canny enough to have done some research in her spare time, too.

"Mr. Zankander! Are you perhaps inquiring about your dry cleaning, or is there another reason for your call?" Yes, there was a bit of brightening in Yotsuyu's voice--he'd been amusing and good-natured, after all, even in the face of her sourness.

Hey, she did remember (thought Jecht, not at all thinking she might have checked later). "Actually, I was wondering... see, I kinda need a place to live. And the -- you know, that messed everything up." Somehow talking more explicitly about the meeting and everything associated with it on a phone call seemed wrong.

"I suppose that having a house out here already was fortuitous when it came to that," Yotsuyu mused. "Well! I can indeed help you with that, Mr. Zankander. But first, what were you in the market for?" She was certain that he could afford just about anything. The question was mostly how much space did he want to take care of?

"Someplace nice, but not stupid huge, you know? Someplace actually in the city'd be nice." He could afford it, and being around all the stuff in NYC would be pretty cool. "I ain't too picky besides that."

She gave a low chuckle at that. Likely Jecht could hear her typing as she went quiet.

"Any specific boroughs you have an affinity for? How do you feel about Brooklyn, for example? It isn't terribly difficult to get to anywhere you need to, especially the airports." Since Yotsuyu knew that was likely a deciding factor.

Jecht had to chuckle. "Heh, you know, I barely know the difference? Like I know the names, and Manhattan's an island, but I don't know a thing about how they all actually fit together. So I'll trust you on that one."

"Very well. I have a few places to show you, then--one more residential, over in Little Neck with a heated pool. The place at Rockaway Beach does not have a pool, but the name itself is fairly descriptive."

He could hear her typing, and she hummed slightly under her breath as she worked.

"A place in Bay Terrace, as well. At least to start. Queens has easy access to both airports, which I daresay a fellow like you would need. Not that you could not get there from further boroughs, but this seems a good start. Now. When would you like to meet?"

"Easiest place that's closest to you and all that? I'm in Manhattan, I know that much, but getting anywhere's no problem for me." Cell phones at least could give him a map, and he didn't mind a little walking or subway riding or whatever.

There was silence for a few moments on the other end of the phone. "Closest to me? Bay Terrace, likely. Then we can go to Little Neck, because those two are closest together. Rockaway is to the south; it's a bit of a drive, but I've a car." Not that it might fit him; comparatively, Yotsuyu and Elliott were on the short side compared to Jecht. Though if that proved a problem, there was the subway, of course.

"Sounds good to me! Send me an address and I'll head right over!"

Man, she worked quick. He was pretty impressed. Not that she hadn't given him that sort of impression, but seeing it backed up when he'd just dropped this on her? Nice.

It was something she prided herself on, after all--Yotsuyu had clawed her way up in the field from nothing, only being given a chance by Galvus. Everything she had become, she had become through her own hard work and tenacity.

"Very well, I shall. I take it I should be using this number to send information to?" She'd given him her card, but that didn't give Yotsuyu the ability to read any minds--though it was likely she could have tracked Jecht down in some fashion.

"You got it!" Heh, she had an office phone or something, didn't she? Hard to remember what having a landline was like any more. "I'm heading out now. Hey, it's a little late, you wanna get some dinner when we're done with this for today?"

Totally smooth!

Her first thought was to decline. This was supposed to be professional, after all, and accepting an invitation like that did not err on the side of caution...

Then again, it wasn't as if her own employer did not cheerfully wine and dine people to disarm them. Yotsuyu supposed that she could argue over the check later. She knew Elliott could fend for himself, so it wouldn't really hurt...

"Oh, very well, twist my arm, why don't you? Do you have any ideas as to where to go?" Yotsuyu figured that she could find a place nearby, if he hadn't a clue.

"Depends on where we end up, but there's plenty of spots. THAT much I'm good with!"

Eating well was definitely one of his strengths.

It was also likely that eating in quantity was a strength. Jecht might be well-off, but Yotsuyu was not the type to take advantage of a customer. Someone crossing her? Well. That was an entirely different tale!

"Ha! Well, if you are worried that I might have difficulty, I assure you, I can find something edible on any menu. So I shall see you in Bay Terrace in, say, twenty minutes or so? If traffic foils my plans, I shall let you know."

It wasn't as if he wouldn't get her number out of this, anyway.

Heh heh. His perfect plan was falling into place. Which was easy considering at the moment, said plan consisted of "take girl to dinner", but y'know, overthinking this kind of thing was a great way to wreck 'em.

"Great! On my way!"

It took her a few minutes less than she'd thought--between her GPS and a bit of Lady Leadfoot, Yotsuyu was there a bit early. She took a moment to smooth her suit jacket--and then laughed at herself. As if this were anything else but business!

She glanced over the house with a critical eye. Of course the man would probably have a landscaping service called in, if he chose this house, but it wouldn't hurt to see about suggesting a good one, if so...

Jecht ran a bit slower -- thanks, unexpected delays! But he did show up just as promised, looking a bit rumpled. Which was a good look on him, so hey.

"Yo!" He stuck his hand up as he approached, to get her attention.

She mistook that as a newly endowed nickname, and gave Jecht a slight frown at that, arching a brow.

"Yotsuyu, please. Or Ms. Naeuri, but not...that." She looked pained for a moment.

"So, care to look around the outside before I show you the inside?"

Yotsuyu at least tried to be the consummate professional, even in the face of his being ultra-casual.

Jecht slapped a hand over his mouth, nearly choking on laughter. He knew that wasn't exactly the smartest and wisest reaction to anything around Yotsuyu, but how could he help it?

"I mean, 'yo, it's me, Yotsuyu!"

He straightened up from his slight lean then, getting ahold of himself outside of a grin. "Sure, let's take a look."

Yotsuyu still gave him something of a stern look, but then gestured to a path that led around to the back of the house. It was a brick ranch--it seemed rather roomy from the look of it, but he'd likely have to read the listing if he wanted particulars. In the back was a gated pool, still in good shape despite being open to the weather.

"You might get to know your neighbors--we hired someone to keep a watch over it in warmer weather--it is heated, but once the weather got colder, we decided not to heat the water. This is supposed to be private property, after all. But apparently the neighborhood children enjoyed it while it lasted."

Best to give him a heads up, after all. Especially if he was the sort who did not actually like children. Yotsuyu had no way to tell these things!

Jecht nodded but in a sort of abstract, distracted way. He heard ya, Yotsuyu, but pool. "All right, and it ain't small either! Heh, okay, anything else on your list that doesn't have a pool, it's outta the running as of right now!"

Her brows flew up at that. "Well, I was not sure that was a necessity. So now that it is, I may need to do another search!"

There was something to be said for pleasing a client. In any case, she took out her tablet, brows furrowing, and made a few swipes over the surface with delicate fingers.

"It changes our itinerary a bit, but I've added a pool to all of your future real estate prospects." Yotsuyu supposed she should have expected this, since he was some sort of athlete. Needed a pool for exercise. It made sense to her.

"Didn't think it was an option. Figured it was too much space for around here, but I'm happy to be wrong!" Jecht gave a broad shrug, fingers rubbing at the back of his head as he grinned. "Swimming's the best exercise you can get, y'know."

"Oh, you'd be shocked at what some people squeeze in around here," Yotsuyu said with a quiet chuckle and a shake of her head. "It really just depends on what someone is willing to pay for."

She folded her arms over her chest and smirked a little. "And then I get to advertise such things."

Nevermind that Yotsuyu usually left the actual advertisements to underlings at the office...

"Well, 'pool' is top of the list for things I'll drop cash on." Jecht shrugged, still grinning. Even he couldn't explain just why he loved swimming so much, but damn, give him the chance to do it basically every day? He's there! "And hey, you set me up and I'll know who anyone else I know who needs a place around here should see."

"Well, this isn't the only house we are supposed to tour today, so we ought to get started."

Really, it was a fairly nice house; upscale, granite in the kitchen, classy, but nothing too expensive or ostentatious.

"You'll need to supply your own furnishings here, bed, couches, so forth, but if you've nothing ready, I can always arrange some help."

Some of this was actually her business, after all, even if there was more beneath the surface.

"I was gonna get someone to do it anyway, so you're just as good." Probably better, since she seemed to get the general idea of style, and he'd bet she could pick up HIS general idea of style pretty easy. "This one's pretty nice, I gotta say. I don't mind it not being HUGE or anything like that, you can do just fine with a smaller place and keep it nicer and cozier."

She could probably guess his style, yes. Definitely casual, though he might appreciate some rustic stone or wood accents as well. The kitchen in this one might seem too clean for him, really, but the living room sported a really nice fireplace in riverstone.

"There is that, but some of the sports stars of your ilk like penthouses on the island or something more sprawling in the suburbs. Or they buy land and build their own, but that last seems a bit too involved for you. Unless you decided to retire, which, you don't seem interested in, as of yet."

But she chuckled again as she strolled through, showing him the house. "You do know this wasn't the only one I had to show you today, correct?"

"Yeah, but this is the first, so it sets the tone, right?" Folding his hands behind his head, Jecht looked around in the manner of one purely interested in the style and imagining how the place would get set up. A savvier guy would probably note things like outlet placement and lightning and stuff like that, but that guy sure ain't Jecht. "Figure out what I like here, see if the next place is better or worse, an' so on."

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