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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2019 21:26:01 GMT -4
Matthew stumbled up the stairs towards his apartment room, it was around 5 pm and he had been through a rather long and tedious couple of days. Between his fight with Red Horn, which broke his arm and all the fingers on both his hands, or his subsequent collapse in an alleyway and his strange with a psychopathic teen who had basically abducted him for muscle harvesting. At least the doctor who did it fixed his arm and fingers the best he could but still it did little to lift Matthew's mood, and to top it all off the suit he brought from America had been ruined!
This whole thing had been a mess... I mean he got to fight Red Horn which was cool! But he came up far too short for his own liking, he'd need to continue working on his villain technique. Finally after what seemed to be far too many steps he came upon his room.. At last! Freedom! After a bit of patting himself down to remember where he put the key he finally found it, with a quick insert and twist he soon found himself at home in his lair of pure evil.
How evil do you ask? Not particularly... It was basically vast empty room with the only things of note being a refrigerator, a futon on the floor, a small TV, a computer, the bathroom, and a sizable chest that Matthew had brought over from America that housed his most important items, the comic books of which he based his life around. As he came in he took off his now tattered suit and his signature mask instead shifting to a much more comfortable hoodie and jeans, he then proceeded to make an exaggerated stretch before being interrupted by a sharp pain originating from his arm. He probably shouldn't move it too much...
He thought about reading comics but he had already read them all at least six times and wasn't really in a mood to read, he thought about getting on the computer and going to the villain chat but he didn't really have it in him to talk to them yet about the Red Horn fight, he'd do it tomorrow or something... He didn't need the stress.
What could he do that was relaxing? He wanted to sleep but he thought it was too early...'Oh! I'll practice my monologue for that one hero ... Who is he again? Uh...The beef o- King Taurus! I'll prepare my monologue for him next, he'll be my stepping stone to the Red Horn. Yea! That sounds great actually!' He quickly opened up his chest and grabbed a piece of notebook paper and a pencil then went to his bathroom staring at himself in the mirror and tried to utter a monologue.
But even alone in his apartment he had always been unnerved every time he practiced these speeches, he thought he looked dumb both because of how he actually looked plus his lack of confidence in his Japanese ability, it always caused him to tense up and stutter his words out. To try and combat this he closed his, took a deep breath and began his speech, he'd always try to put on a lower pitch voice when doing it but it'd always end up cracking in the end. "Beef hero, King Taurus, prepare to meat your match for I the leg...the..the legendary villain Recoil...put a pun in this speech...Err I mean. I have come to face you! And take you by the horns! I shall cow y- Why, how? He's a bull this all sounds stupid... I shall break you with your own pow-Wait.. What is that?"
Oddly in the middle of his monologue from the other side of the wall in his bathroom he could hear loud rock music. He tried to ignore and press on by raising his voice, but it was just too loud he couldn't even hear himself think! He thought he'd wait it out but it just. Kept. On. Going. He knew it had to be from his neighbor in the room next to his, he had done this before but usually Matthew would already be gone before could grate on him due to the nature his work. Under normal circumstances he could probably handle it and perhaps just put off his monologue for another day, but not this time, after his last few engagements he felt a bit cocky. He decided he was going to give this guy a piece of his mind, he got up and grabbed his mask placing it in his pocket as he left his room and turned right to knock on his neighbor's door.
He gave a stern three knocks before standing at the door tapping his foot anxiously with one arm in a sling and the other resting on his shoulder, awaiting the man who was giving him such a headache. As he waited he realized he had never actually bothered to check who had actually lived in the room next to him, and this would be the first time he ever met them. He began to concoct different ideas of what they'd look like in his head ranging from a biker guy to a hero his imagination began to go wild as he waited outside the hallway.
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Post by Yuuki Matsuoka on Apr 3, 2019 2:06:15 GMT -4
458 words  @boarmandog
Adjusting to the rigorous schedule of interning was doing a number on the silver-haired woman. In the morning, she worked with Mosa at Yuuei. Just after lunch, she'd leave for university to attend classes, then she'd return home in the evening to study, eat, and do it all over again. That didn't even account for the invesetigative work she did on the side.
Today was the first evening off she had in a long time-- finally, much needed studying time. She could put a dent in her work, maybe work on her reading... the young woman turned her laptop on, opened her music-playing application, and connected her headphones. The laptop set upon a small, foldaway table, near the couch. Yuuki eased out of her wheelchair and onto the couch, and put-on her reading glasses. The headphones were placed over her ears, her textbook was retrieved off of the side-table, and the young woman began to study.
Somewhere along the way, her eyes were more opened than closed. The pencil she was using for annotating drifted into the margins, tracing a jagged line. It was difficult to follow the flow of the sentences, of words... a few minutes of shut-eye wouldn't kill her, would it? Yuuki was lulled to sleep by the textbook, and the sultry sounds of heavy rock.
Time transpired. somewhere amidst her spontaneous slumber, the headphones were wrenched free of the port, and the rock was unleashed upon the apartment. Unbeknownst to her, her neighbor's hastily-thinning patience compelled him from his unit to her door. Three, resounding knocks shook her from her sleep, and Yuuki sat up. Groggy nap-brain tried to make sense of the noise, but it took yet another three knocks before realization dawned-on her. There was someone at the door.
"One moment!" she called, her words a little slurred from the lingering grogginess. She paused her music, wiped at her mouth to chase away any lingering drool. (Hey, she was sleeping, it was a distinct possibility.) She carefully maneuvered from the couch to the chair, and rolled with determination towards the doorway. Hopefully whoever it was hadn't given-up and left. She opened the door, and rose her gaze to meet... some guy. Brown hair, green eyes, probably foreign--
"Good evening," Yuuki greeted, "How may I help you?"
She wasn't, perhaps, the pinnacle of femininity and composure when she answered the door. Despite the brevity of her nap, she'd already mussed-up her hair on one side. She had changed into lounge pants, a t-shirt, and socks once she had gotten home, and was now answering the door in such attire. Her grey eyes were very clearly squinting against the urge to fall back asleep.
Her tone, however, still managed to be bright and personal.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2019 4:49:16 GMT -4
As the door swung open to reveal his mysterious neighbor it was a curious sight, one that immediately sent Matthew into an internal panic, a small woman with ruffled silver hair seated in a wheel chair. He was hoping for some sort of brute that he could get into some yelling match with to perhaps reaffirm his own confirm his own confidence but... As he scanned his neighbor for a brief second and felt their cold gaze he soon began to feel as if the room around him were on fire, he started sweating profusely, his heart was beating faster then lightning as he remembered that his neighbor was waiting on him. He shifted his head to look downward, put up his hoodie, he refused to make any sort of eye contact as his mind began to run wild with what he must look like and what she must be thinking about right now; he was inconsolable.
'I-I'm such an asshole... Why did I do this...I look stupid, I'm unco' He thought to himself. Even as she greeted him he found himself unable to form words, instead he began to mumble beneath his breath and form incoherent sentences. "Heycouldyouturnofft-myname's-sorryfor-youlivehe-uh..." Eventually after a few failed tries at human interaction he held out his working arm in a rigid posture as if to shake her hand if one bothered to inspect his hand they'd notice that it seems to be covered in scars with bandages on the knuckles. After a brief silence he'd begin to speak in a volume that was a little too loud for indoors. "MY NAME IS MATTHEW! I AM YOUR NEIGHBOR AND WE HAVE NEVER MET BEFORE WHAT IS YOUR NA-" He realized he was speaking English again.
He thought putting on his mask which he had placed in his pocket, but before he attempted he stopped himself by shaking his head and taking a deep breath, still refusing to look at his neighbor.
Third time's the charm, he started by lowering his volume and speaking very slowly as to make sure he didn't screw up his Japanese. "I. Am. Matthew. I. Am. New. We have not. Met. Before. Think." He seemed to lack confidence in his speaking ability, but at least he was making an honest effort.
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Post by Yuuki Matsuoka on Apr 3, 2019 16:15:27 GMT -4
290 words ft. matthew kingston
The man took a moment to get his bearings-- honestly, not surprising. Despite the fact that it was almost the year 2100, there was still some stigma around disabilities. Yuuki was patient as the man tried to concoct the words to say.
It was drivel. The words that left his mouth were total nonsense-- no, not nonsense, English! Very quiet English. And by the time Yuuki realized this, the man's volume controls swung from barely-perceptible to 100%. Yuuki sat upright, seemingly startled out of her grogginess. He had to be a boxer. He was all bandaged and beat-up looking. She'd taken some English in her high school days, so she got the gist of what he was saying.
He was like a child, Yuuki decided. A child who'd been called into counseling and was too embarrassed to look at the professional before him. Cute~! His hand was still outstretched as he finally mustered a Japanese introduction.
"Oh, Matthew-san, how do you do?" she greeted. She took his hand her own two, shaking it emphatically, "I am Matsuoka Yuuki. Yuuki-chan is fine."
"Matthew-san, are you busy? I am making tea," a small, white lie. But Yuuki wasn't the kind to dismiss someone who came to her door without imparting some tea and treats upon them, "Would you like some tea? I've made far more than I can drink on my own. I insist."
She spoke in a slow, singsong voice. It was clear by the man's accent, and gratuitous use of English, that he was new here. So it would be helpful to speak more purposefully than with another native speaker. She pushed at the wheels of her chair, rolling backwards out of the doorway to enable him to step inside.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2019 18:55:12 GMT -4
A brief wave of relief washed over him when she shook his hand as if he had somehow managed a great feat of social interaction, but as soon as she began to introduce herself his anxiety came wrenching back from the black abyss. She was kind, and that made this whole situation all the more worse in his mind. Why'd she have to be kind too!?
As Yuuki would try to shake his hand she'd find it strangely immovable no matter how much effort she put into it until suddenly his hand would begin to jot up and down by itself violently. "H-hello. Yuuki-san? Y-yuuki-chan! Sorry. I...Uh..." He was trying to ask her to turn down her music but for some reason no matter what he tried he couldn't manage to fork the words from his own mouth. "I... Tea... Yes... Tea!"
He briefly lifted his head to again to try and make eye contact but before he could even meet her eyes his head rapidly shifted back toward the safety of the ground. "Thank. You. Your. Hospice." He mean't to say hospitality but forgot how to say it mid-way. "I am sorry if I forget to say the Chan in your name." He awkwardly said as he tried to side-step past Yuuki, making sure not to accidentally hit her with his arm that was in the sling.
'Wait I can't have tea! I have to get back on point... C'mon we can do this.Upon entering he'd point to where his room was located next to hers "That. Is. My R-room." He said with a nervous smile and his face covered in sweat beads. He wanted to say more, but he couldn't manage to coax any more words from himself. Instead he'd put his arm down after pointing to his room instead standing and hoping that Yuuki would tell him where to sit.
This was going to be an adventure.
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Post by Yuuki Matsuoka on Apr 4, 2019 16:53:00 GMT -4
365 words ft. matthew kingston
Her smile faltered when met with a stony hand. The guy was frozen, despite her attempt at engaging in this very Anglo custom. She wondered dimly if he was the type to be terrified of women. Eventually, hand and brain connected, and his handshake was like one from a robot with no motor-control skills. Rigid, relentless. She let her hands fall to the wheels of her chair.
It was a small wonder that her neighbor even agreed to come in. Yuuki rolled towards the table, where an electric kettle already sat. Through the glass sides of the kettle, one could see that it was already half-filled with water. Yuuki switched it on, grey eyes watching the awkward man.
"No problem," she sang in response to the both the gratitude and the apology. She rolled from the room and into the kitchen, just out of Matthew's line of sight, and pulled some cookies from the counter. They were shortbread cookies, with a lemon icing on the bottom. Good for tea. She also pulled-down one of the nice plates, and began arranging the cookies in this radiating design.
From the other room, she heard Matthew pronounce where his room was, in relation to hers.
"Ah, is that so?" she inquired. Once the plate was arranged, she sat it on her lap (she couldn't carry it in her hands and propel the wheelchair forward, obviously). She also grabbed her tray of teabags, and set that on her lap, before rolling into the other room again.
"Have you lived next-door for very long?" she inquired, venturing to the dining room table once again, "I would have introduced myself sooner, but school keeps me busy."
She smiled apologetically, depositing her boon from the kitchen.
"Here-- some cookies, if you'd like?" she offered, gesturing to the table. In her best English-- which was mediocre at best-- she announced,"They have lemon flavor!"
She gave a winning smile, and turned back to the kitchen to retrieve teacups.
"Where are you from, Matthew-san?" she inquired. Perhaps it was an impertinent question, but it was an easy one to answer. And she wanted, if possible, to make the guy feel a little less cagey.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2019 18:12:40 GMT -4
This wasn't going according to plan, in his head he felt a red alert being sounded for him to find any excuse to leave but instead he stood frozen like a deer in the headlights. Once again he tried to life his head as she was turning on the kettle to at least get a glimpse of her room- That sounded off what he mean't by that wa-
It was as if time had slowed to a crawl, he began to feel his heart try and tear itself from his chest, a nuclear war could break out this second and the only thing he would feel is thankful. What happened you may ask? He made accidental eye contact. Something infinitely worse than a punch from Red Horn, something he had nightmares of. He immediately darted his head back to the safety of the ground, the gift that keeps on giving. 'Why am I like this, why can't I speak. Why do I do this to myself.' He began to chide himself internally for his own behavior.
When she rolled to the kitchen it was a brief moment of respite, but like all good things it was short-lived. He started to clutch his working arm around the one in the sling to steady his own trembling.
Oh no. She was asking a question, this wasn't planned for. What's a proper response? GO GO GO! "Y-yes...That's my room! Hehehe...He.." He said letting out an awkward chuckle. 'Why. Why? WHY!' As he heard her roll out of the kitchen he decided he needed to man up, now he couldn't look her in the eyes or else he'd feel both waves of guilt and anxiety began to beat him up and break his legs. Instead he'd look at her legs, this he thought would at least let him feign normality, it wouldn't be easy but he could do it, he believed in himself. Somehow in the heat of the moment he didn't think about how that may look to an outsider.
Fuck she's asking another question. Uh. Uhhhh... UHHHHHH. "No... I moved in... Recently." He was feeling light headed from his effort to focus on this woman's legs and it was disrupting his Japanese once again. "It's... You can do this...C'mon. THAT'S OKAY YUUKI-SAN!" His volume spiked again. Much to his own dismay.
As she offered the cookies he awkwardly marched over as if he were in boot camp. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt when she spoke in English, he was a terrible person making her speak in a language she was unfamiliar with.
He found himself grabbing one of the cookies and accidentally locking it in a death grip causing it to split in half and fall to the floor. 'NonononoNONONONONONONONONONONO! He scrambled to try and grab it before it fell and dirtied her carpet, through he was able to save the majority of the cookie there were still crumbs which he began to hand pick.
"Uh.. What? Oh I am from... America. I'm from... Idaho. Where... Where are you from Yuuki-sa- wait..." He paused for a moment as it sunk in, he quietly got up from picking up the crumbs on the floor and would walk to throw them away in the nearest garbage bin if any. He'd then walk back into the room, grip Yuuki's hand, get on his knees and loudly began to go in and out of Japanese and English saying. "SORRYSORRYSORRYIFORGOTTHAT'SFORBOYSI'MINCREDIBLYSORRYIDIDN'TMEANTOFFENDYOUPLEASEFORGIVEME."
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Post by Yuuki Matsuoka on Apr 7, 2019 20:36:17 GMT -4
473 words ft. matthew kingston
Yuuki was totally unaware of her neighbor’s nervous implosion, as she was wholly preoccupied with being a good hostess. Sure, he was nervous, but she chalked that up to introversion, and left it at that. He confessed that he’d only moved very recently, and assured her (loudly) that it was okay that she hadn’t introduced herself yet.
The prospect of the introduction probably terrified him, she thought drolly. Despite the sarcastic inner-workings of her mind, his reassurance was met with a singsong, “Ah, thank you, Matthew-san.”
Yuuki had a few, nice tea cups that were drying on the dish-drying rack, so she pulled those and surveyed them. Spotless. Perfect. She set these on her lap, and began to roll back into the main living area. He confirmed that he was, in fact, American. That explained the accent… and… the volume-control issues. Yikes. He got most of the way through a follow-up question, then seemed to realize something, mid cookie-retrieval.
Yuuki waited, as he’d instructed, and watched the frantic man dispose of a cookie and then devolve into a multilingual apology, very loudly, only snatches of it in Japanese, all the while desperately grasping at Yuuki’s hand as if it were some life preserver in the chopping sea.
“Matthew-san…” Yuuki spoke softly, a surprised flush coloring her cheeks. She was a modern girl, so hand-holding wasn’t a taboo, but they’d met like… what, five minutes ago? It took her by surprise, that was for sure. That, combined with the maximum-volume apology was… a lot. There really was something childlike about him.
She spoke in cool, English sentences, her voice not betraying a note of its embarrassment. She even wore the same poker face that she wore in a consultative setting, “It’s okay. -san is for boy and girl. Understand? It shows big respect. If you call girl ‘-chan’ or boy ‘-kun’, it’s just cuter, that’s all. ‘-Chan’ and ‘-Kun’ are for friends, or loved ones, or children. ‘-San’ is for everyone.”
Yuuki smile, delicately removing her hand from Matthew’s grasp to place the teacups on the table.
“It is hard to learn a language,” she remarked, placing one teacup in front of her, and one to the right, near a seat, "I take English for… ten years, easy. I still don’t know it.”
Her grey eyes slid towards her neighbor, and she leaned her elbows on the table. She could hear the water starting to burble in the kettle, but it wasn’t quite ready for tea.
“Why are you in Japan?” she asked, reverting to Japanese again, “Work? School? Travel?”
He seemed that ambiguous age where he could be late teens to early twenties, or he could be in his thirties. It was hard to tell, with Anglo men. So she asked for a broad range of reasons one might be across the sea
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 23:47:28 GMT -4
As he apologized profusely Matthew couldn't help but find himself in racing mind-set of both self-pity and self-hatred. Oddly enough he was self-aware to the fact that this was unneeded, and that under normal circumstances that this person would have the right to throw him out for this alone, he knew it made him seem pathetic and weak-willed, he knew he was pathetic and weak-willed but... Despite him knowing this he couldn't stop himself instead only ceasing when he heard the words "Matthew-san..."
Suddenly he snapped back to reality and his mouth clamped up refusing to speak so as not to accidentally interrupt her and make things worse than they already were. This whole scenario had made him feel physically ill and as if he wanted to vomit, why'd he do this? Why was he like this?; Thoughts that plagued his mind, and like bats in a cave as the moon rose, all came fluttering out at once.
Part of him hoped she'd just ask him to leave but as she continued on he could tell she was too polite, instead she explained to him his misconception so some other poor soul in the future wouldn't meet a similar fate as she; brave. Unable to even bare the concept of looking at another human being he instead focused his eyes to the wheels on her chair, acting and responding as if he were talking to it instead of her. "I see, so -san is okay for everyone? And c-chan's for friends? I s-see..." He spoke again in Japanese.
He made a mental note to not call anyone chan ever again, as now it brought his mind up to past interactions where he may have called someone chan without thinking of the implication and he felt himself sweat. He felt himself on the verge of a heart-attack when he realized he had forgotten to loosen his grasp of Yuuki's hand, he even had to stop himself from reverting to the same state he was in just a moment ago. 'God, have I always been like this?'
He decided that if he stood in the middle of the room any longer he'd probably die so in order to avoid death he decided to make a bold move, assuming the tea cup she had set down that wasn't in front of her was for him. "I reallyreallyreally hop this my seat." He spoke in Japanese accidentally slurring his words a bit.
He made sure not to put his elbows on the table instead keeping his hands locked on to his knees, his mother had always ragged on him for it so he assumed it best to not test what was and wasn't good manners. He also remained silent as she spoke about the tribulations of learning a new language, he assumed it was a calculated attempt to ease the tension of the room and appreciated it but he was too busy being caught up in his round of self-scolding.
His eyes narrowed on his tea-cup, maybe if he imagined her as a talking tea-cup it'd ease him, this worked to some extent until he saw her face appear on said tea cup then he'd find himself looking up into the ceiling to avoid the double stare of her and the now anthropomorphize'd tea cup.
"Why are you in Japan? Work? School? Travel?" That was a good question, one that brought up some awkward and nightmarish memories but a good one, so good in fact that he actually wasn't sure how to quite respond to it. "I-it's complicated? Hehe." He said before lowering his head back down to her, closing his eyes so as not to risk a peak, and giving her tense smile with his working hand rubbing the back of his hand before shifting his head back to the golden hospitality of the ceiling.
"I guess the proper answer would be... Uh... Work? I have to... I have to uh... Work the night a lot y-y'know?" He spoke in Japanese, making his conversation with the ceiling, attempting to dodge the question of what exactly his job was and why someone from America would be brought over for it.
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Post by Yuuki Matsuoka on Apr 17, 2019 22:35:35 GMT -4
213 words ft. recoil
Matthew took a stiff seat adjacent to the wheelchair-bound woman, clasping his own knees like a vice. If he was so terrified, why did he come over in the first place? It seemed silly...
"It is," Yuuki confirmed. She watched him closely. Unbeknownst to the unfortunate neighbor, the counselor in-training was already working on diagnosing him by symptoms alone, measuring his actions and reactions. She had an enviable poker face as she surveyed him, though.
There had to be some anxiety at play. Yuuki wondered if humor would help him relax any. Only one way to find out.
"Work the night?" she echoed, "Like... a factory worker? Stocking position? Or a prostitute?"
He probably meant one of the first two answers, of course, but she wanted to establish herself as someone he could relax around, rather than someone he needed to clamp their own knees into submission. It was also just a check to see if the dude had a pulse, or remembered how to breathe. Yuuki quirked a smile at what had been said, reaching for the tea kettle. It was pretty much ready, now.
Water was poured into Matthew's teacup, and into Yuuki's. And the young woman slid the small selection of tea towards him. Guests first. It was only fair.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2019 22:03:44 GMT -4
Matthew's working hand began to fidget and twitch uncontrollably while he tried to forcefully drag himself to composure. 'You're doing good you're doing good... Deep breaths... Actually... Breath, please breath.' For a second Matthew opened his mouth to breath but found himself unable to actually take in air right as Yuuki was speaking, so to not look impolite he quickly slammed his mouth shut and tried to work out the logistics of his next breath before he suffocated.
If this was Yuuki's attempt at humor it was quickly lost on Matthew who upon hearing the prostitute remark to a deep breath and in a hurried panic began to deny the claim. "N-NONONONNONO I- err. I'm no- I'm not prostitute okay I- Matthew the fool he was attempted for... The third time? To make eye-contact with Yuuki only for it end disastrously. Ceiling don't fail him now! "I...I... I'm not prostitute okay? I swear." Too an outside eye this probably incriminated Matthew more than it helped him. Welp. Fuck.
'I need.. I need to turn this around... Uh...' His eyes fixated to the cup of hot water and in his haste to try and regain some composure he forgot to flavor it instead drinking hot water while pretending it was tea. "Uh, this is... Really good!" He would make a thumbs up if his other arm wasn't in a caste.
"Uh... Uh. Where you work? Is it good place?" Oh boy here we go, he's starting to speak Japanese like a caveman again.
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Post by Yuuki Matsuoka on Apr 28, 2019 23:53:59 GMT -4
287 words ft. recoil
Yuuki couldn't help herself at the man's explosive response-- a faint laugh escaped her, and she covered her mouth with a pair of modest hands. The poor guy, who could only attest that he was not a prostitute. He didn't say what he was, but... whatever it was... it wasn't a prostitute. Keeping her hands steepled in front of her, and covering her mouth ever so slightly, she watched Matthew take a swig of hot water and praise it.
Yuuki's gray eyes were absolutely alive with mirth, at this point, and she watched as the frantic young man finally cleaved onto a concrete question. Where did Yuuki work?
"I am a student," Yuuki replied, "Studying to be a school counselor. Though I do some-" it wouldn't do to tell the young man of her work as an investigator, particularly since that life had been put on-hold in light of her... accident, for lack of a better word, "-freelance work on the side."
"Right now I'm interning at Yuuei," Yuuki went-on, selecting a flavor of tea for herself, before holding the small container of tea-bags up to Matt, "Here-- it will probably make the hot water a little more palatable."
Assuming that Matthew selected a tea, the container would be set down once again.
"Do you want honey? Sugar? Milk?" the silver-haired young woman offered. Any additives the young brunette requested would be procured from a nearby tray.
"So... Matthew-san..." Yuuki trailed, retrieving the honey for herself, and a teaspoon to go with it, "If you aren't a prostitute... what are you?"
She couldn't keep the humor out of her tone as the honey was squeezed into the spoon, and the spoon was then dipped into her cup.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2019 16:17:29 GMT -4
Matthew went silent on hearing her laugh taking another small sip of the hot water, he wasn't offended in all honesty, he was too busy anxiously trying to take himself out of the situation mentally to be offended by anything at this point.
"S-student?" The cup in his hand was shaking whilst his hand was trembling, he spoke slowly trying not to screw up his Japanese whilst also trying to at least try and participate in the conversation. "Counselor I had those." Matthew wanted to say "I had a counselor in my school" which by it self is also not that great, but somehow even after Yuuki had clearly said it he forgot how to say school, or at least wasn't sure if school in this context would be a different word.
"Freelance how does t-" Matthew nearly spit out his water when he heard Yuuei. W-wasn't that the hero school? Uhhh... Uhhhh. Matthew for a brief second was completely captivated by curiosity only to once again stare back up to the ceiling as he grabbed one of the tea bags and without looking dunked it into his half-full cup of hot water.
Oh no, now she was offering more things. He froze up for a moment before eventually coaxing out. "I. Sugar. Welcome." That was the word for please right?
As she spoke he kept thinking about Yuuei, how coincidental that he happened to be neighbors with someone who planned to work there it almost seemed as if th- 'Wait, what do I do? Uhh UHhh uhhh' Panic lit up in his face as he wasn't sure how to respond to the innocent question. Part of him wanted to state the truth but he couldn't give out his secret identity to someone from Yuuei, that would ruin his whole villainous arc.
"I. Errrrr." What could he do? He needed to think of something quick! "I am sorry, I lie, I am prostitute." WAIT NO NO NO BAD BAD BAD
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2019 18:27:42 GMT -4
Recoil had 355exp and gains 30exp
Yuuki had 28exp and gets another 17exp
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 15:25:01 GMT -4
Awarded
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