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Post by brooklyn on Jun 5, 2019 20:35:01 GMT -4
It was a hot Summer’s day in Kabukicho, and Brooklyn was fucking miserable. Every step he took through the crowded streets was like torture, another whip of the sun’s cruel rays against his feathered back. On a day like this, usually he’d be sitting around a grocery store’s refrigerated section, but every single time he’d eventually be escorted out for not buying anything. As if his presence was something that had to be justified with cold hard cash!
So he’d been kicked out onto the street for the third time that day, and found himself in danger of overheating. He was panting as hard as he could, ruffling his feathers every half-minute or so, but nothing helped. Plus, he was starting to get weird glares from passersby. Whether it was due to his panting, or because his yellow jacket was now completely off, only tied around his waist so he’d have somewhere to put it, he didn’t know or care. Usually, he’d pick a fight with anyone looking at him funny, but for once in his life he didn’t feel like roughing anyone up. He just needed to sit down and cool off.
The breeze of slightly cooler air from an open door drew his attention, and he almost flipped over barrelling toward it as fast as his webbed feet could carry him.
As it turned out, he’d run into a sweet shop or a bakery or something, some fancy cafe that he didn’t much care for, but it was a business with air conditioning, and that’s all that mattered to him. He struggled for a moment to pull out a chair from the nearest table, before flopping his whole body against the chair back and throwing his head back, still panting hard.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Jun 9, 2019 20:32:35 GMT -4
"In my shop I rest I hear the bell's jingles Is that a penguin?" -M.T Kane
The small bell in his door jingled as it always did whenever the door was openeed for someone to come in which, actually, was an entirely surprising thing for Maximillian. A quick glance at his watch was all that he needed to see that it was about the slow time of the day, where he didn't really expect anyone, specially during a summer day where the people with free time would rather be around the beach or something during the day, not in Kabuchiko.
Still, what he saw next, that being what was clearly a slightly bulkier Rockhopper Penguin in a cool coat just pull up a chair and sit down.
Would he have to talk to it? Calling the penguin an "it" in this case felt a bit racist, since that was clearly not a normal penguin. This was a smarter penguin, one of the rare quirked animals that had been popping around Musutafu/Tokyo, the former being the home-city of U.A. -- and Tokyo being said country's capital, as well as relatively close to the former. He had heard of some other animal quirkers that were as intelligent as humans, capable of interacting and acting just like them. Particularly, he heard of TWO bears. Which was weird there was more than one.
"You here to order something or just escaping this heat? In either case, have some water -- on the house of course, I am not about to charge for water." Maxi joked a bit while promptly filling up a glass of water almost to the brim. Freezing the bottom of the glass, he used that to levitate it over to his table, even snapping his fingers to create about three small ice spheres to make sure that the water was cold and delectable to him.
"Tell me if you have problems gripping the glass with your flippers." The young man who clearly had a briton accent sat back to read through something on his phone, still remaining attentive to the outside to see if any others would come in, trying to escape the heat too. Maybe it wasn't so bad for them, since he never really had experienced heat like others: to him, everything's the relative same temperature, unless a real outlier, like a heater or an IMPOSSIBLY hot day.
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Post by brooklyn on Jun 14, 2019 17:33:14 GMT -4
“Depends on what ya got.” Brooklyn said. It seemed like the owner was trying to impress him, what with how he was showing off with his quirk. Making the glass levitate might’ve just been him being lazy, but the finger snapping was obviously him putting on a performance. But this penguin wasn’t easily impressed, especially accounting for how condescending the boy was toward him. His accent didn’t help, but how dare he assume Brooklyn would struggle with something like that? Just because he didn’t have human hands?
He grabbed the glass the moment it landed, only for it to slip from his flippers and land on the table again. His vision flicked over to the kid, who seemed to not be looking his way, and then back to his drink. Brooklyn grimaced for a moment at what he was about to do; it was his only option, but if anyone saw they’d certainly start talking down to him again, and that was the last thing he wanted.
He hesitated for just a moment more before shoving his beak into the glass, as far down as it would go without cracking it, and then tipped his head back, letting the chilled water run down his gullet. A few drops splashed onto the table below, but most of it made its way into or onto the penguin.
With a little struggle, he managed to remove the empty glass from his beak without making any more of a mess than he already had. He was already cooling down now, but as he took another look around the place he became very aware of how hungry he was. His belly was emptier than a zoo on a work day, and he couldn’t stand it. Dietary restrictions be damned, he needed grub in him!
“Oi! Get offa ya phone and listen!” Brooklyn screamed over the shop. “Do ya serve fish here, or nah?”
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Jun 18, 2019 10:27:56 GMT -4
Maxi's eyes slowly raised themselves from his phone, essentially confirming to himself that the penguin he had on his store right now was actually the same rude penguin from the vigilante chat, listening to his question of Maxi serving fish. Well, it wasn't like Maxi didn't serve anything other than pastries, he did serve a decent variety of meals, as long as they taste mostly or partly sweet, usually thanks to the sauces he'd use.
Even then, fish wasn't exactly a really popular thing in his place, so he usually never bought a lot for the week, since he made sure he got everything fresh and kept it refrigerated instead of frozen. Using his quirk to help regulate it also helped. Now, what fish did he still have for the end of the week that he could serve this picky penguin? It wasn't like he would whip anything expensive, since, by now, he figured that he was probably penniless, since he didn't think that, in a society who already hates humans with quirks, then an animal with a quirk might as well be treated as a subhuman, with no money of his own. Maxi ain't stingy, so he'd give him it for free, but he couldn't also take a chunk of his profits by selling him something ludicrous like caviar. Did penguins even like caviar?
An idea popped to his mind.
"I can prepare some fried salmon for you. How's that?"
Maximillian asked while actually putting his phone down to first thoroughly wash his hands, not caring to use soap since he didn't want to pass that awful taste to his food. He usually just thoroughly rubbed them to make sure no left-over dirt from other dishes stayed since, otherwise, his hands were perfectly clean.
While the warm water flowed down his hands, since cold water would just freeze not long after contact, he looked back to Brooklyn, to assure him of one thing.
"Free of charge. I don't think anyone would give you money, with how badly you have been treated by humans."
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Post by brooklyn on Jun 20, 2019 19:05:11 GMT -4
Every microsecond it took for the brat to tear his attention away from his phone felt like a fucking eternity. Goddamn, what the fuck do humans see in those things, anyway? Why would anyone want to spend all their time looking at what other humans have to say?
However, finally, the squirt piped up, with a damn good offer at that. Fried salmon, and for free? How could he resist?
“Ah, fuckin’ finally someone gets it!” Brooklyn yelled, flipping around on his chair to wrap his flippers over the top. “Everyone expects me to fuckin’ pay them! With what fuckin’ money, I tell them! How am I-” At that moment, he gestured wildly at himself with one flipper, “Supposed to get a fuckin’ job, when I don’t even speak stupid fuckin’ Japanese, and I don’t even have basic fuckin’ rights! They call ‘em human rights for a damn reason, I guess, they don’t wanna fuckin’ share ‘em with the rest of us!”
“So, what kinda salmon is it? I would’ve preferred lobster or somethin’, but FUCK, at this point I’d eat anything.” He asked. “Like, we don’t usually eat fish, but what the fuck ever.”
Brooklyn was far from overheating now, but he was still a little thirsty. Despite his glass being all but empty, he went back to it, wrapping a flipper around it and bringing it to his beak. His tongue roamed the inside, desperate to lick up every last drop of liquid left. Once he was satisfied he’d got everything, he slammed the glass back on the table. He’d left a thin layer of oily black drool on the inside; probably going to be hell for whoever has to clean it after.
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