The Crossdresser and the Shapeshifter [closed to Hana Saku]

Hana had made his way to a small-time cafe in Seattle, wanting to partake in a fine bit of tea, or coffee, whichever they were serving. He hadn't been into a Cafe before, having usually spent his time in places of fine dining and other reputable places. However, now that he was on his own, he could try it out for himself without any repercussions from his parents. As much as he did love his parents, they could get very annoying with their coddling and their insistence on him never going out alone. After all, a reputable lady never went out alone.

He hadn't chosen anything fancy this time, instead opting for sleeveless silken black shirt with a high collar, black arm sleeves that went up to the middle of his biceps, black bicycle shorts, ordinary shoes and thigh-high socks. Even a proper lady needed to wear something different every now and then after all. It wasn't a good idea to wear extremely expensive outfits and outright advertise to others around you that you had a lot of money. It was a quick way to get mugged, even though he had the abilities to easily dispatch anyone who attempted to hurt him.

When he got there, he noticed that the Cafe did serve tea, so he asked them to make any random tea they had, not really asking for anything specific. He enjoyed almost every flavor of tea there was, so he doubted he would make a bad order anyway. He went over to the closest table, the only table that wasn't full. It belonged to a man sitting by himself, and Hana went to speak up to him to alert him to his presence.

"Konichiwa sir. I'm sorry to bother you, but the other tables are rather full. Would you mind it at all if I asked to sit with you?" Hana asked the man, making sure to disguise his voice with one that was more feminine, one that was smooth as silk, and flowed like water, as sweet as a melody as well. He had many years of practice on his 'lady-like' voice, so he successfully perfected it to help him go along with his facade of being a proper lady.

Hana expertly plastered a demure, pleasant smile on his face as he took a seat in the only other chair at the table, making sure to adjust his posture to one a woman of a high-class birth would have. With a table now found, he could wait for his tea in peace and not have to worry about finding a place to sit when her order was called. It would be annoying having to stand and drink his tea, plus there was also the chance he could accidentally spill it, and that would have resulted in causing a scene. He would rather not have any attention focused upon his person, as he found it annoying when peopled stared at him. It made him paranoid that they were suspicious of him and that they might jump him.

When Jordan asked him what had brought him over to his table, Hana turned to him and once again plastered his demure, warm, polite smile on his face. "Nothing really. I just needed a place to sit down and drink my tea is all" he said to the older male with a nonchalant, comfortable, but very warm tone. While inwardly he was telling the guy off for trying to stick his fat ugly nose in his business, Hana outwardly showed no sign of this. Not in his posture, not on his face, or even in his eyes.

When Jordan said he should try some coffee, Hana politely shook his head and smiled at him in an apologetic, but polite manner. "I try to avoid caffeine as much as I possibly can, as it tends to make me really hyper and gives me headaches after it wears off" Hana explained to him as his expression took on an apologetic one. It's not like he was lying, as caffeine DID, in fact, make him really hyper and give him headaches whenever the high wore off. Due to this, he tended to avoid things with caffeine as much as possible.