"How about you watch first?" Sure, Yuri Leclerc will give a demonstration in how to schmooze.
He first retrieves a glass, then makes his way to the Oni with drink in hand. Rather than approach straight away, he first spends time pretending to be interested in the brawls going on and claps along when someone goes down.
"That was you in the ring earlier, wasn't it? That was an impressive throw."
"Damn right it was." The Oni grins, then looks him up and down with raised eyebrows. "You're no Shuten. You with Tamamo?"
"Yeah, it got kinda boring on my side of the club, and the matches here caught my attention. We don't see many fighters like you around." Yuri doesn't bother to correct the Oni's assumption. It's more advantageous no one knows he's from the clan known to pry.
It takes a bit for the Oni to warm up to him, but Yuri knows what he's doing and doesn't lay it on too thick, making small talk with questions and well-placed compliments peppered in between. It's not just in his words but his posture, too, the way he leans closer to signal interest. The Oni eventually begins to boast about his accomplishments, about impressing Toraguma, and about some old rivalry he has with another clan member all of which has Yuri bored to death, but he pretends to be enthralled in the conversation.
When the crowd begins to hoot loudly for another match, Yuri uses the distraction to excuse himself and return to Ophelia.
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He first retrieves a glass, then makes his way to the Oni with drink in hand. Rather than approach straight away, he first spends time pretending to be interested in the brawls going on and claps along when someone goes down.
"That was you in the ring earlier, wasn't it? That was an impressive throw."
"Damn right it was." The Oni grins, then looks him up and down with raised eyebrows. "You're no Shuten. You with Tamamo?"
"Yeah, it got kinda boring on my side of the club, and the matches here caught my attention. We don't see many fighters like you around." Yuri doesn't bother to correct the Oni's assumption. It's more advantageous no one knows he's from the clan known to pry.
It takes a bit for the Oni to warm up to him, but Yuri knows what he's doing and doesn't lay it on too thick, making small talk with questions and well-placed compliments peppered in between. It's not just in his words but his posture, too, the way he leans closer to signal interest. The Oni eventually begins to boast about his accomplishments, about impressing Toraguma, and about some old rivalry he has with another clan member all of which has Yuri bored to death, but he pretends to be enthralled in the conversation.
When the crowd begins to hoot loudly for another match, Yuri uses the distraction to excuse himself and return to Ophelia.
"Well? Learn anything?"