I swear, I had no idea. I totally do not plan to nap kids.

Susumu was finished with her work for the day as Amadeus Asimov's personal information provider.  It was a strange gig, all things considered.  She'd started up her website to avoid the nine to five schedule and commuting hell, but when it came to Amadeus' plans and persuasion, she realized it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up on.  So now here she was, several weeks into her new job and already getting some excellent work done.  Hopefully Amadeus would be proud, and not mind her taking the rest of the day to spend some time with her beau.  Gil was more important than the job, at the end of the day, but Gil didn't exactly pay her a ridiculous sum of money every month to do what she loved.  Fun as that would be...

If he did, though, then she'd be in an entirely different profession.

I'd make a terrible hooker, she thought as she headed towards the garage of gorgeous cars that Amadeus let her call upon to head back into Musutafu.  I'm too picky and too demanding.  Maybe a dominatrix...

As she came to the end of the hall, though, her strange train of thought was interrupted by the sight of a girl about her age peering around the corner ahead of them.  She was talking to herself it seemed, and was lost to boot.  Susumu valiantly held in a snicker.  She knew that feeling all too well--the first few days Amadeus' butler had needed to steer her to her office because she kept winding up in the wrong places.  At least she never wound up anywhere she wasn't supposed to be.

Susumu coughed gently to alert the other woman of her presence, then smiled at her as politely as possible.  If she was a fellow coworker then a good first impression was a must.  If she was personally known to Amadeus, somehow, then that was doubly so.  "Excuse me, dear, are you looking for somewhere in particular?  I can help you find wherever it is you're going."  She grinned and her professional, wine-red lips glimmered in the lighting.  "I got lost all the time, too, when I started."

"Sure, sweetie, no problem!  I'm actually heading that way myself."  Susumu started to walk around the young woman with a little flick of the wrist like she were saying "follow me".  She'd been in the right direction at the very least, though Susumu didn't know how long the girl had been looking for the exit before she actually got close to it.  She was an odd one, though.  She had a pair of horns sticking out of her head, and her hair was a light shade of pink that reminded Susumu of her little street rat-turned-roommate Luzia.  Was she born with that color? 

With Quirks it seemed like anything previously believed to be a body modification could be natural.  And here she was walking around with her chemically dyed green hair.  Some people got all the luck.

Leading Kasey down the hall she turned down another similar hallway that passed by a few nice paintings and a couple marble pedestals with shiny baubles and bits on them.  Amadeus did like his expensive toys.  Speaking of which, it would be in Susumu's best interest to figure out how important this person was to him.  That way she'd know what name she should give as an introduction.  After all, Big Sister was only here for Amadeus to know about.  To everyone else she needed an alias.

"What's your name, dear?  And where do you work in the house?"

Oooh, a tailor.  That actually interested Susumu, who loved having custom clothing made and splurged on all the fanciest outfits she could buy.  Maybe she could commission something out of Kasey if Amadeus of all people was hiring her.  Something classy, but sinister.  Villain chic!  Or maybe an alluring gown to show off to Gil.  Maybe something black and white to go with his color scheme...~ 

"Tailoring sounds so cool!  What kind of clothes do you make?  May I call you Setsu-chan?  Oh, and I'm Chiba Susumu.  I'm one of programmers here, so I'm usually glued to a computer."

They reached a pair of large wooden doors,  though Susumu knew were lined with lead, with lovely glass panes in them to show the sunlight beyond them.  She opened the door and held it open for Kasey to come through.  It lead to a circle of fine cars on pristine black pavement, as well as a small building that the drivers of the cars spent their day in until they were called upon to drive somebody around.  It wasn't the largest of the outdoor spaces on Amadeus' grounds but it did have lush green grass against the stone walkway and bushes of flowers lining the building itself.  Susumu closed the door tight behind them.

"Here we are.  Whereabouts are you heading, Setsu-chan?  Maybe we can carpool and chat more if we're going in the same direction?"  Nice as it was to be driven in a luxury car, the drivers were great for conversation.  And she would love to talk clothes with another girl.

"Really?  What a coincidence, I'm going to Musutafu, too!"  Susumu beamed, and with one hand gestured for the driver currently waiting to go towards one of the cars.  She pointed to the pretty S-class Mercedes since it was the roomiest of the cars, and since this was her first time making the trip with somebody, she wanted a bit of space for them both to sprawl should they desire.  The driver nodded and went to bring the car around to them.  "How lucky, we won't even need to take a detour.  Looks like fate likes us!"

While the car was coming, Susumu did a quick check of her belongings to make sure nothing was forgotten in her office.  Camera and laptop bags were full, check.  Phone was in her hand, still, so that was a check.  Keys...ah, right, with where she was going, she didn't have a set of keys yet, but G should be there to buzz her in.  Hopefully soon she would get a set of her own.  That would be...kind of nice, actually.

In a really mundane, domestic way.

Ugh.  Sappy feely cutsey nonsense.  Yuck.

"Are you making clothing for Asimov-sama?  Is that why you're here?"

The car came around to where the girls were standing and the driver stepped out to get the door for them both.  Susumu did a little "after you" gesture so Kasey would go in ahead of her.  Once they were both seated in the roomy, comfortable back seat with their bags tucked in the space in front of them--this car really was ridiculously large for a sports car, ahh, luxury--the driver got back into the front and off they went.  Susumu barely took her eyes of Kasey the whole time she spoke.  "Under an hour?!  Hahah, holy crap!  I can't do anything in under an hour.  I'm a crazy perfectionist.  I once tried to fix my roots, like, super quick, and I burned my scalp really badly.  But if Asimov-sama is ordering them then you must have some crazy good skill.  What kind of cuts do you do?  I have a feeling Asimov-sama only wears, like, Italian style suits.  Like a real mafioso."

She snickered into her hand at that; villain humor, nothing could be finer.

"Do you make dresses?  I love getting clothes designed just for me, but I've been looking for some new creative brains to go to.  Not that I don't like my style but, like, I've been getting annoyed with how often they tell me I'm too 'punk' for lolita fashion.  Like.  Hell-ooo, I know.  It's subversive.  I want to be weird and fabulous.  You know what I mean?"