Open Rp I guess
“Never heard of it, but I’m sure it will be great.” Madara tried to sound enthusiastic even though he had never really fancied musicals. Or theatre at all for that matter. The only real reason he had ever been to one voluntarily was because of the girls that danced in close to nothing on the stage.
Sitting down in his own chair, Madara chuckled slightly. “You are dressed fancier than I so you have nothing to worry about, dear.” The nickname (if one could call it that) slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself as he gestured down at his t-shirt clad body. “It is really nothing fancy, no one is going to throw you out for not wearing a fancy dress, you know.” Leaning back in his chair, the Uchiha made himself comfortable as they waited for the menu to arrive. As it did, Madara barely flipped through it before decided what it was that he wanted. It would be the usual, as usual, which meant lasagne and a coke. Nothing fancy there. Madara observed her (his eyes wandering over her body) as she continued to flip through the many pages of the menu. “You see anything you like?”
At his reassurance Ino gave an enthusiastic nod and agreed, the play would be fantastic. Oh course, they were thinking of two different reasons why the play would be great, too bad Madara didn’t know there was no dance numbers in this play and the three cast members were dressed in everyday clothing. “It’s going to be difficult, because the story is told in memories there’s not a whole lot of plot, in fact most of the plot happens in the first five minutes. So the actors really have to carry the entire thing.Did you ever see my Our Town? It’s kinda like that, where you have very little set and no props, you have to mime everything out.” While miming at first seemed easy it was rather difficult, take for instance drinking a cup of water, what type of cup is it? What is its width? You had to keep your had in the exact same position and never change otherwise the illusion would be broken.
The waiter sneaked his way in and laid out the menu which Ino thanked him for and opened. Her eyes bulged at all the different pastas available, along with the sauces, and the cheeses she’d never tasted before. Unknowingly she began to twirl that strain of hair which never stayed up ass he eyed the menu. She looked over it a few times before noting that Madaras lips were moving and her ears registered words. “Really? Sakuras parents always made me dress up whenever we came to places like this, so I guess I thought it was a rule or something.” Ino sighed back into her chair, no longer afraid that the waiter would find her sweatshirt and jeaned self offending and kick her and Madara out. “Mmm…everything looks so good.” It was really hard to decide. “What are you going to get?” she looked up at just the right moment to notice his ink eyes hovering over her and though she usually liked to show off to people, Ino was a bit weirded out that this older man was looking at her in such a manner. Maybe….maybe she shouldn’t be here? “Ummm…I think I’m going to get the pasta with baked cherry tomatoes.”