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[electro_kinetic]

Noriko's room is much like the occupant--eclectic, though not quite to the point of 'chinoiserie a go-go', despite the varied japanese touches. (She figures it works for her, given she's actually from Japan, and hey, even she likes being around familiar things.)

She doesn't ditch the gauntlets first thing, but it's definitely on her mind.

Right next to 'this should be entertaining'. It feels a little strange to invite someone to her room after a solid couple of years wherein the only sexual activity was powered by batteries. But hey, it's like riding a bike, or so Noriko assumes.

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[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee follows her inside. The decor does suit her, the colors and patterns and bits and bobs all extensions of her personality. She feels comfortable here, and thus so does he, if she is at ease.

Noriko's gauntlets don't bother him. She obviously bears them well and knows what she's capable of doing while wearing them.

He tosses the top hat onto the corner of the bed, followed by the tuxedo coat. It was part of a costume anyway. He is shirtless (more his style, really), with black suspenders holding up loose dress trousers. He is no Adonis, being slender and boyish, but he is confident enough in his own skin to have made a living being half-clothed most of the time.

"You know, darling, I keep looking at that odd chair and trying to figure out how to use it other than for sitting. Because honestly, the design just begs for it."