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27 Years
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jun 30, 2020 0:57:46 GMT -4
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Shuffling about under a pile of blankets was none other than the one who had been chugging energy drinks and finally had one hell of a crash. Couldn't find his damn gummy bears, nearly dropped a stupid wrench on his foot and apparently there were some cool folks in both the underground and at least one vigilante who was halfway decent. Slowly sitting upright with a loose, black crop tank top, he felt so freaking gross from working as much as he did with the usual amount of layers. It was one thing to tolerate it when you had a light breeze, but a whole other when you add humidity in the mix, "Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuck....what time is it, anyway....?" Scratching the back of his head, he saw since it was a decent hour and it wouldn't hurt to check out that bakery next door!
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Besides, it looked pretty cool from the outside! Maybe that was the kaiju fangirl from the chat? Wouldn't be that outlandish to make such an assumption for sure. Still, he couldn't go around letting people know who he was...especially when some chat app he never downloaded was on his phone. That was sus as all hell and he'd figure that mystery out later when he had the proper resources. Not knowing who was behind it was a vibrant red flag and for all he knew, someone was tracking his ass down if he said so much as the wrong thing.
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It was normal to question why something you didn't put there was on your phone...but it wasn't normal to use that medium to give a potential enemy the upper hand. As someone who got their kicks out of pulling as many strings as he could to make those who crossed him suffer...he knew how easy it would be to do. Not a big deal if they figure his vigilante persona out, it was his civilian life he was out to keep on guard to some extent or another. Slowly blinking those thin black orbs with a hint of gold...he slowly looked down and saw something that made his scarred skin crawl ever so slightly. A big ass rat wiggling its little nose n' whiskers at him, blinking while chewing on a gummy bear....
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"You sleezey little fuck...oh my god..." Muttering those words as though he was on the verge of assassinating some foolish dingus, he brought one hand over his glitchy eye and began emitting blue flames around his hand. Teeth piled up in his palm, eyeing the rat with his glowing blue eye...a feeeew more teeth for good measure. The intent...as much as he wanted to squish it was trap it, the teeth floated up into a net and he sat there quietly. Watching the rat...waiting for that gummy stealing bastard to close its eyes.
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Forming the net into a dome shape, he got it closer and closer to the little shit and...dropped it down before scooping it up. Grinning as he gave its little snap, quick and merciful like a proper exterminator. "There we go...nooooow~!" Holding up his fiery blue hand, he flicked the furry thief's corpse into the trash, gesturing toward the teeth which quickly returned to the flames, fizzling away like nothing along with the flames. Giggling under his breath while sliding his hand down his face to reveal his shaded eye return to normal, he bounced up to his feet and scampered around to get freshened up!
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When he was all done, he wanted to go for a cuter look today in an effort to lift his spirits with some cute pastries and say hi to at least one of the new business neighbors today! Namely the one with food which is why that Kaiju Bakery was at the top of his list right now. Since he wanted to surprise himself, Enda hadn't bothered looking into it at all so it would be all the better to soak in when he walked through those doors. So what was the choice of attire today?
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A pair of black leggings covered by a baggy grey shirt with long sleeves that rest mid thigh like a dress, draping over his shoulder which was covered up by a black turtleneck made of thin fabric to cover up his scars. Around his neck was an orange and white scarf with sparkly blue dots to look like a pair of butterfly wings! Brushing and adjusting his hair, he showed way less of the black, it looked prominently blond so it would be a little more challenging to connect the dots. Around his waist, he had an orange sash that puffed into a cute lil bow which went well with his yellow eye shadow!
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Smacking his lips with a gloss that had a hint of glitter that was juuuuuust enough to accent it, he slid on a pair of deep red combat boots, popped on a pair of gold earrings he could never wear during his patrol as a vigi and was good to go~! Clipping a cute little butterfly purse around his waist, slid on some fingerless gloves lined with concealed teeth before prancing out! Locking the door to his hella work in progress...and temporary crash pad until the people working on his house finished the renovations.
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Apparently, while he was away in Ireland...some bullshit prison break happened and he felt so damn guilty for not being here. At least there were vigilantes and pro heroes...but the fact that he wasn't there to help was upsetting. Turns out his house was in the mix...but it was supposed to be done already. Whatever...at least he could go home in a few days or something. Enough shitty thoughts though, it was time to check out the cute kaiju bakery next door!
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Swinging the doors open as he strut into his neighbor's establishment with a wide smile, hopping and skipping from all of the cute Kamirex memorabilia. "OH MI GOSH~! THIS IS LIKE THE CUTEST SHIT---ER---CRAP! CUTEST CRAP I'VE EVER SEEN~! Like I have a huuuuuuuuuuuuuge collection back home, but it's nooooothing like this...a-a-aaaaaaah~! NO FREAKIN' FLIPPIN' WAY!" Flailing his hands while motioning toward an old little prop piece, hopping up and down with his palms slapped up on his cheeks with a bright pink blush. "GUUUUUUUURL! THIS IS FROM THE LAST LIVE ACTION MOVIE! THOSE DUMB PRODUCERS FIRED THE O.G KAMIREX AND REPLACED HER WITH GARBAGE TIER CGI! Oh my gaaaaaawwwwwwwd, I'd snap my bank account's back in half and put myself into years of debt for something like this!"
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"You are like the best neighbor, we need to have a movie night! KAMIREX MARATHON OF ALL THE GOOD SHIIIII---CRRRAP, YES! LET'S HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO SAY NO EITHER, OKAY?! OH OH RIGHT I GOT THESE COUPONS A--" Whipping out the coupons from his bag, looking like an excitable school girl, he quickly turned his head to face the cashier and froze in place. His eyes were wide and his blush grew much brighter, blinking slowly as he was in total shock. "H-h-holy...kaiju....you...t-totally look like the real Kamirex...like older and stuff but still, damn! If I didn't know any better...like how the real Kamirex actress disappeared...uh...I'd think you're the real deal?"
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A few beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks as he just couldn't help but stare. Hot...his business neighbor was a total freaking hottie and a huuuuuuuuge Kamirex fan! The only way this could be better is if this was the real Kamirex...which it wasn't but damn!
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118 Posts
3 EP
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47 Years
Female
"Queen Kaiju"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jun 30, 2020 17:28:04 GMT -4
wouldn't you be~ couldn't you be~
my neighbor. hi neighbor! MORNINGS WERE SLOW AT THE KAIJU CAKERY AND CAFE. Although it offered breakfast pastries and some pretty decent beverages, most people came for the “dessert diner” aspect in the afternoon to late evenings. As such, Teruko often found herself at the counter in the earlier hours. Sometimes, she’d switch with Akiva to get cakes or other confectionaries baking, but… not today.
The sparsely-populated diner was a fine blend between a 1950’s-era diner and an homage to various Japanese kaiju from as far back as a century prior. Long before quirks, kaiju had been important—and Teruko was merely one individual in a long line of figureheads. And although the legendary “Kamirex” actress owned the establishment, there was no flagrant bias towards Kamirex alone. There was memorabilia behind the counter, giant murals done in swathes of bright paint, and chrome-accented furniture as far as the eye could see. The tables were probably Formica, the seats a glittering red leather… it was a gorgeous place.
Teruko yawned, feathering a taloned hand over her mouth. She’d mopped the dining area, wiped-down tables, faced the pastries in the glass cabinets. She half-considered wiping the windows, but before she could track down the glass-cleaning fluid, the bell above the front-door rang melodiously, and a customer crossed the threshold.
“Welcome~” the kaiju woman greeted with her booming, cheerful voice. Her enthusiasm paled in comparison to the shear electric energy that the customer brought with him. The minute he was through the door, his excitement went from zero to one-hundred, and he began gushing about all the memorabilia that decorated the establishment.
Teruko went quiet, her expression assuming something politely withdrawn. A chuckle escaped her, and then a hand slid slowly over her mouth—it wasn’t nice to laugh at the customers. But, oh lord, a die-hard fan. Die-hard enough that he recognized the prop-piece that Teruko had hung jauntily over the window into the back. Admittedly… she’d stolen it off-set. Just a harmless prank.
She watched, continuously amused, as the man worked his way through the trinkets and trash alike, reciting factoids about the O.G. Kamirex. Lord, if only he knew. Should she say something? Naw, he’d figure it out…
Another laugh, less subdued than the first, escaped her when the man revealed himself to be her “new neighbor” and insisted that they have a movie night where they watched “all of the Kamirex movies”, and then—heh, there it was. The man froze like a deer in the headlights, and Teruko let her hand flutter politely away from her mouth.
“Welcome to the Kaiju Cakery and Café, neighbor,” the woman said politely, bowing faintly at the waist. A little smirk danced upon her scaly lips. Should she mess with him? Or come clean? There were plenty of articles about what the “Legendary Ex-Kamirex Actress” was doing after her life of fame, so… he’d figure out. Surely he would. One quick hop onto Boogle would tell him.
“Just a happy coincidence, I suppose,” Teruko remarked, still looking rather like the cat that had eaten the canary, “Makes sense why I’m such a diehard fan, though, right…? We could practically be mistaken as cousins.”
Or, you know—the exact same person, twenty-five years after the fact. He’d figure it out. The next line that followed was a test to see how much the boy really knew.
“Name’s Teruko Serizawa, I own the place,” the woman said simply, extending a hand for a handshake, “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. …? You’re a neighbor of mine, now? Where at?”
It was easy to forget how tall Teruko was until she casually leaned over an average-height counter to shake hands, with very little difficulty. Now that she thought about it, though… she was looking this string-bean of a dude in the eye. Impressive.
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114 Posts
0 EP
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27 Years
Male
"Sir Eyin"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jun 30, 2020 23:45:58 GMT -4
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Didn't it make all the sense in the world why fine slice of cake like herself would be super into kaiju stuff?! ABSOLUTELY! Gulping a bit ad the air as she spoke about how she could probably the cousin of O.G Kamirex, wouldn't that be a wild ride? Then again, there were such mixed opinions about the actress behind the live action woman due to how she was trying to use her popularity for something amazing, but...pretty damn political. When one was the minority and not the majority, the jeers were louder than the cheers...some of those videos were heart wrenching on a whole new level. Had she been born earlier...he could totally see someone like that becoming a pro easily!
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What a crappy generation to have been born in where all that mattered is if you were good on a stage, if not...well, let's just say he knew why Kamirex's actress was using what pull she could to right wrongs. Bringing a hand up to lightly brush his golden locks ever so slightly away from his eyes, man...it was like she was the real deal. "T-totes...!" A sheepish little laugh wiggled its way on out of him as that nervous smile with a soft, carnation touch to his cheeks as if to accent the more tender side of why he smiled. Without Kamirex...he's pretty sure that quirkers wouldn't even be allowed to have a proper life. Yeah, they had restrictions and things were a little harder than the average joe shmoe without quirks, like not being allowed to go ham with the power you were born with.
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...but they were given a life where they weren't immediately forced into cages and camps, instead...they had heroes that people could look up to and that meant there was progress. It was going a little slower than he and others liked, but he was a firm believer that brave woman who destroyed her own reputation to call out the bullshit helped immensely. A piece of the domino effect that planted seeds of courage, thoughts that otherwise wouldn't have grown as quickly. That woman was like...a gorgeous flower born in a world where it was hard to get any light or water to grow, just enough to survive. That was the era live action Kamirex in a nutshell, quirkers barely having what they need to get by.
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With his childhood, she was his beacon of hope to hold on to that there was something out there worth fighting for.
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The next set of words caused a sharp gasp to escape him and he stopped fussing with his hair and freeze completely still...neighbor kaiju lady said her name was what now?! Did he hear that right? As he thought about watching the credits roll and.... "T-t-t-t-ttuh-t-t-teeeeee-t-t-t..Teruko...S-s-s-sssssssssssssssssseeeerizawaaaaaa?" Oh she was totally fucking with him earlier! With a little strained squeak, he felt his face go red and just there was so much he wanted to say!
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OH NOOOOOO HER HAND WAS OUT SHE WANTED A HAND SHAKE! HE WAS GOING TO TOUCH THE HAND OF A LEGEND...WHO WANTED TO KNOW HIS NAME...and knew off the bat he was a guy for a change? Cool, not like he was bothered by getting called a woman. BUT SHE WANTED TO KNOW HIS NAME AND SHAKE HIS HAND! "H-h-heeeheh I..uh...h-heheee...Halloran! Call me Enda th-though!"
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There was so much he wanted to say as he looked her in the eyes like a total nervous wreck, being dumb enough to eagerly grab her hand and try to remember the things he had to answer! Wow, the boy's brain was like if someone was making scrambled eggs when all they wanted was over easy! SO MUCH HE WANTED TO SAY. "Marry me next door! I MEAN I'M NEXT DOOR! Y-YEAH, PLACE IS SO FUCKED UP, LIKE...FFFFUCK I DON'T KNOW, A BRAWL HAPPENED OR SOME SHIT?! IT WAS JUST A FABRIC STORE, THEY SAID IT WAS JUST A FABRIC STOOOOOORE...UGHHHH! IT'S LIKE SOMEONE PUT A NIGHTMARE ON STILTS, DOUSED IT IN GASOLINE AND SET THE BITCH ON FIRE! Oh my gaaaawwwwwd, I should have asked more questions, how cheap it was? Biiiig red flag..." He didn't even realize he was still wildly shaking her hand with both hands and rambled...didn't even register he asked a legend he didn't even know personally to marry him before the awkward tangent....whoops.
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Still needed to pick up the coupons, but he was more wrapped up in the here and now. Taking a deeeeeeep breath and letting out a sigh as though he realized that not having people to talk to, unless they were paid by the hour, was taking a toll on his psychological state. In fact, he stopped shaking her hand and dramatically flumped forward and bonked his forehead on their hands...which...he was still holding. "...but at least I got a hot neighbor who bakes cute shit, oh my god...one nice thing, fuck yes..." Grumbling in a mumbled mutter, he definitely meant to keep that in his head, but because the boy'd mentally checked out a little there...it slithered into the world without him even realizing it. Once again, for the people in the back, whoops!
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118 Posts
3 EP
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47 Years
Female
"Queen Kaiju"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jul 1, 2020 17:11:45 GMT -4
wouldn't you be~ couldn't you be~
my neighbor. hi neighbor! THE GUY WAS A NERVOUS ONE, FOR SURE. Very flighty. Stammering and blushing and the whole nine yards. Endearing. Of course, given Teruko’s statuesque and distinctly-inhuman visage, she chalked his nerves up to just… nervousness. Even if you were biologically the same species, people just… didn’t know how to deal with a crocodilian woman staring them down, teeth and all. Teruko took no offense—it was simply a fact of life.
Of course, the stammering only got worse when Teruko introduced herself. Teruko threw her head back as a booming laugh managed to escape her, having successfully caught the guy in a generally-harmless prank. He was so red in the face! He could barely even muster her name. But it wasn’t polite to laugh at customers, no matter how flustered they were—come on, Teruko.
“Breathe, my dude, breathe,” Teruko said soothingly, glimpses of her Okinawan accent peeking through her speech as her new neighbor finally bumbled his way through an introduction. God, if this guy got any more excited he might pass-out right there on the tile floor, “Yeah, Teruko Serizawa, in the flesh. ‘t’s a pleasure to meet you, Halloran-san, a real pleasure.”
The embarrassment was infectious. Teruko could feel heat creeping into her face. Thankfully, though, reptiles didn’t blush. Thank God for small favors. Just as she was about to drop her hand, the boy seemed to realize that her hand was extended, and clasped it as if he were grasping a life preserver.
Teruko balked, her golden eyes widening in alarm. WOW, talk about a die-hard fanatic! Proposing on the spot! It had been easily a decade since someone had tried to romance her outright. Her mouth gaped wordlessly at the thought. Thankfully, Enda’s following drivel spared Teruko from the need to formulate any coherent sentences.
Throughout the whole monologue, Enda seemed to mechanically, and repeatedly, shake Teruko’s hand with both of his, to the point where Teruko wondered if she’d have to chew her own hand off in order to return to the kitchen. Centuries later, perhaps the two of them would still be standing there, shaking hands—a relic of a bygone era.
“You certainly move fast, Halloran-san,” Teruko said warmly, clapping her free hand over the pair of his. With that gesture alone, she was able to still the frenzied handshake-gone-wild, “Just moved-in to the old fabric store, and already proposing to your neighbor. You certainly know how to flatter a woman.”
There was no hint of meanness in her voice. Just a measured amount of polite amusement. Also, her Okinawan accent had stepped back and was once again the common, clipped Tokyo way of speaking. Careful. Professional. Polite.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t seem to free her hands from his. So, despite the controlled tone she took, this stranger was still in-control of one aspect of the situation.
“I remember that fire,” Teruko confessed conversationally, “There was a brawl over there. Couple of hellions with quirks and something to prove.”
Had she known that one of those hellions was Akiva, she might’ve berated them a little louder, in perhaps a more teasing tone of voice. Enda seemed to wilt, pressing his head against their clasped hands.
And then he muttered something about a “hot neighbor”.
Yup, this guy was definitely in an altered state of mind. Drunk? High? Or just a few fries short of a Happy Meal? (There was also the possibility that, in his culture, it was okay to grab strangers hands while speaking—if his foreign-sounding name was anything to go by.)
“Thank God for hot neighbors and cute food,” Teruko agreed abstractly, feeling just a bit of her soul leave her body as she murmured her agreement, “Though technically, that’d be two nice things.
Finally Teruko managed to free her hands, and when she did so, she politely clasped them in front of herself, the image of a polite baker ready to sell her wares.
“So, Halloran-san,” Teruko said politely, bowing imperceptibly at the waist, “What cute confectioneries can I tantalize you with, today? We have a host of breakfast pastries in the glass case to your left, as well as a number of coffee’s and espresso’s to choose from.”
She gestured to her right—Enda’s left—with an upwards-facing palm as she said this. Good job, Teruko. Way to regain control of the situation... hopefully. Hopefully, the reference to food and drink would break the guy's apparent fanaticism and remind him of his true purpose for the visit. Hopefully it would spare Teruko from any further hand-holding weirdness. If worst came to worse, she could always just... pretend she left something baking in the oven, and call Akiva out, she supposed.
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jul 1, 2020 18:49:35 GMT -4
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Rhythm and reason, what were those again? Yeah, so his brain was trying to figure that out and slowly but surely, he went from having his hands on scaly softness all the way tooooo.......BONK, PART TWO! THE COUNTER! Like an animal after it dug its head right into the sand, he was just listening before plopping his palms onto the counter. "...oh...noooooo...." Mumbling that as he checked back in with the rest of the world and tried to recall what in the world was going on...what was said. This was so damn embarrassing!
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Whenever he was around his type, he usually had better control over the situation! Never would he ever in a million years believe himself if he were to travel through time, tell his past self that he was going to meet the famous Teruko Serizawa. All in an effort to warn himself about not being a dumbass when the time came. Oh no no, he'd just laugh and think it was a weird teleporting quirk and someone was pulling a prank on him! At least then, he could have tried to warn himself...and had a fresh batch of I told you so, bitch to ring in his head.
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Enda wanted a refund on that moment, do it over and try not to seem like such a weirdo! Cause who even says that?! Not even he fumbled and flopped over his words so hard before, even when he had snatched the perfect guy...but he was starting to see a pattern that they were either villains, he'd mess it up, or both. There was always some little red flag that he ignored until it smacked him in the face. Whether it was himself or another. This chapter of his life was all about changing and becoming better, right?
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Pushing himself up as he watched her not shoo him out of the store as....he was rightfully expecting. Okay, brain fog, it was time to clear up and try to get back into things!
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This woman wasn't just something to be idolized for her feats on the screen or only respected for her strides in the quirker community way back when.
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Standing upright, he was still super-dee-duper embarrassed for just everything, resting one hand on his cheek...fire? "Ugh...so there really was a fight there...I wonder if that place was like, some sort of cover for a drug laundering thing? Hope not..." A little concern managed to shine through, but he wouldn't mind dishing out the vigilante justice if someone tried for a part two. Then again, the first thing he looked for was drugs with how that place was in such bad shape, his own little self appointed detective work, but nothing. The place was clean of such paraphernalia...yet his thoughts still looped back to that considering the things he's busted through all walks of his use quirk to fight crime timeline.
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Furrowing his brows, he forced on a smile, trying to suck it up and salvage things as she was, "Sorry, I guess I have a bad habit of thinking out loud? It's pretty bad when I'm nervous and stuff, I guess..." Normally, people just had a blast with him making an ass of himself, he supposed as he reflected on the past. Looking all around at the menu, he glanced back over and brought a hand over his mouth and let out s soft, weak chuckle. "...yeah, two nice things..."Moving his hand away from those glossed lips of his, sliding his palm to cradle his cheek as he returned his focus to the menu.
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...he was so hungry that just wanted to order the entire menu!
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"Geeze...I hit the ground running from the moment I got back into Japan, so much changed in the past months I've been gone..." Having to bite his tongue on the guilt that he wasn't here to protect anyone, save people, all that shit that chewed away at him. "Um...I'll have a ham and potato roll, hazel nut coffee with like ten shots of espresso and a kaiju cupcake~!" With a bright grin, he celebrated his small victory and couldn't help but let out a lil' giggle like he was a school girl that just handed their letter to senpai! Tilting his head slightly, that's when he saw that...her back spikes were gone...?
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His expression fell as though he'd seen a ghost or someone with a horrific injury who needed medical attention asap! "O-o-oh shit! Honey, no! Did someone hurt you?! Your cute back spike thingies are all gone, girl! Who did this to you?!" In a fit of panic, he leaned forward and reached out, but he twitched and quickly retracted his hand. Space bubbles, gotta respect em' especially after the flustered stunt he just pulled! Okay he was about to hunt a bitch down...pretend like he was going to inform the cops first...make it look like an accident when he found the culprit. Being an ex villain had its perks, after all...
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jul 2, 2020 0:41:22 GMT -4
wouldn't you be~ couldn't you be~
my neighbor. hi neighbor! "DRUG LAUNDERING?" the woman echoed, her thick brow leaping again, “In Musutafu? Gracious, no. Not as far as I am aware. They were some good people with some really nice fabric. Quirk-compatible. A lot of my clothes were made with fabric from that place.”
The way she regaled the store’s finer points, it was unclear as to whether Teruko was the one sewing the clothes, or if someone else was doing the sewing. A woman of her size (and peculiar body-type) needed specialty threads—so she was reliant on a stylist from her days of fame to design practical outfits on her behalf. Teruko usually bought fabric for her stylist, so that she got clothes that were a color she liked.
As the man inspected the menu, Teruko inspected him for any telltale signs of inebriation or otherwise altered frames of mind. Also, how elaborate his outfit was? How fine his features were? (And not fine in the sense of “oh, he’s so fine but… effeminate.) He was, Teruko realized, somewhat girly.
Finally he snapped back to attention, returning from his self-reflection with an order—a ham-and-potato roll, a hazelnut coffee with ten shots of espresso (dear lord, did he really need that much espresso?), and a cupcake (and sugar, this early in the day?!).
“Yes, sir—a ham-and-potato roll, hazelnut coffee with ten shots of espresso, and a kaiju cupcake? Will that be all?” Teruko recited as she pressed the order into the tablet-screen of the register. Her claws clicked against the screen’s surface as she punched it in. At the man’s behest, she would finish the order and recite his total. But, before she had that opportunity, his face collapsed in a sort of dismay.
“Halloran… san?” she inquired, “You good?”
Another outburst—this time about her flagrant lack of back-spikes. He leaned forward, as if to make a grab for said spikes, but Teruko was quicker, turning as if to glance over her shoulder and search for the missing appendages.
“H-huh?” Teruko breathed, looking over her shoulder, “Oh, you mean my spines?”
Of course, of course—he only knew Teruko from her movie days, when she’d allowed her spines to grow-out for the sake of The Aesthetic™.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Teruko insisted, “Not hurt! See, I still got a few on my neck and tail.”
She turned slightly, lifting her tail off of the ground so that the back of her neck and tail were both in clear view.
“I get the ones on my back removed so that I can wear clothes, that’s all,” Teruko explained, “It’s kinda like… clipping a toenail, just on a bigger scale. Doesn’t hurt at all.”
It was a bit of a lie—it did actually hurt, sometimes, and could lead to bleeding too, if they were sanded too low. But that wasn’t necessarily you brought-up to polite company.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Halloran-san?” Teruko reiterated, smiling wanly.
And if there was nothing else, Teruko would say in a singsong voice, “Your total comes out to nine-hundred-and-eighty-five yen~”
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jul 2, 2020 1:42:21 GMT -4
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Huh...good to know, so why was there a huge scuffle in a quirker fabric store owned by good people? Weird...well, if those thugs came back for round two, he had some colorful ideas on how to handle it when the time came. Hopefully not since he didn't feel like dealing with that crap while trying to set up his stupid shop! That and the goddamn thieving rats....something told him he was gonna be dealing with more food stealing bastards until he finished patching things up. Ughhhh, so lame!
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Though he couldn't help but wonder if she was a seamstress or paid someone else to tailor her clothing? To him, she came off as someone strong enough who could do whatever she wanted with her life, as long as that was something she wanted to do. Then again, running a bakery was a busy sort of deal, of course he wouldn't be surprised if she rather pay someone to save her some stress off of the ol' workload. So hey, it could be either! No matter the choice, it was a respectable one.
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But good Lord Almighty all up in here was he in such a tizzy over her spikes missing! Wait...spines, she said spines oh holy shit on a cracker! WERE THEY ATTACHED TO HER SPINAL CORD AND SOMEONE WAS TORTURING HER?! HOW WAS SHE SO CASUAL ABOUT ALL OF THIS?! Chewing lightly at his lower lip, he put his hands over his mouth and just swam around in the big ass pool called Concern.
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Sure she could probably defend herself but ugh, she was such a peach and was just trying to life her life peacefully in a bakery! Should he believe her about the spines...it was something he was just debating and deliberating at high speeds in his noggin. Being someone who would slowly torture his victims before, make them suffer for the atrocities they committed...he instantly jumped to the who was making her suffer conclusion. Never did he harm the innocent...even when he was an evil, blood thirsty monster...he still had principles for himself. Yet it didn't excuse him for how he handed out the just-desserts...it sickened him.
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"...I...oh...I didn't know how like your spines worked, sorry for assuming some real grimdark horror movie shit right off the bat, my b. That'll be all though..." At least it didn't seem to damper her mood, she was still upbeat and didn't let his weird ass bring her down. Furrowing his brows, he admired that sort of strength too...he felt terrible for treating her like a celebrity and less like a person right off the bat. A little dumbfounded there for a moment with surprise, a soft little gasp escaped him at the cost before leaning forward, fluttering those long lashes"Oh, that's it? Like good deal~! Hold on one sec, yeah?" Looking down with a heavy sigh, the effeminate fellow rummaged through his purse and stared at the coupons still on the floor...squinting a lil glare in the direction of those little promotional papers.
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Goodness freaking gracious, he'd just...save that shpeal for another day...like when his repairs were all done. Promoting his business before it was open at this rate came off as so stupid...what an idiotic idea. Taking out the yen, he calmly handed it over before crouching down to pick up the coupons, stuffing them in his bag, taking a peek over the counter. "Uh, hey kaiju mama? You got a restroom or sink I can use real quick to wash my hands? Had to pick some stuff off the ground n' stuff...or sanitary wipes...? Kinda sorta forgot to pack some today..."
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He got way too comfortable in that moment and didn't even realize he gave her a nickname, just as though it was normal ol' conversation.
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47 Years
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jul 4, 2020 1:40:32 GMT -4
wouldn't you be~ couldn't you be~
my neighbor. hi neighbor! TERUKO SMILED PATIENTLY AS REALIZATION dawned-on the gentleman before her, the expression sitting in a peculiarly natural way on her reptilian features.
“It’s alright,” she assured Enda, “Quite alright. I appreciate your concern, Halloran-san.”
It was a rather endearing sentiment, undoubtedly, to have concern over someone else’s wellbeing even when their livelihood in no way impacted your own. An attention to detail was also necessary—knowing that Teruko had spines in the movie, and noticing that they were gone.
“I actually prefer to keep them trimmed, if we’re being honest,” she explained, “I was just contractually required to keep them grown-out during production.”
One wouldn’t think that producers could dictate such small details of a person’s appearance—but they could.
She kept her hands clasped as he expressed a rather demure surprise over the cost—not as expensive as he anticipated, it’d seem—and began to dig through his purse.
A purse, huh?
Teruko, being a shrewd and sensible woman, could make many assumptions based-on the presence of an effeminate man with a purse (despite previous requests of marriage). Didn’t bother her one bit, just helped her figure Enda Halloran out a wee bit more.
Teruko accepted the money with open palm, reciting his payment before keying it in. She then reported the change due before handing it to him.
“Yes dear,” Teruko said without skipping a beat, “Go through the doors to the left, there’s a restroom in the hall. I’ll bring your coffee and pastries to your table upon your return. Would you like a receipt?”
Whether or not he wanted said receipt, Teruko would go about preparing pastries and coffee alike. First, retrieving the roll, depositing it onto a sheet of parchment paper, before transplanting the pastry into the countertop oven for some warming. While the pastry warmed, she selected a kaiju cupcake, and placed it upon a small, saucer-like plate.
Lastly came the coffee—starting with the 10 shots of espresso. Though Teruko had qualms with the notion of caffeinating a man to the point where he could see sounds and taste colors, an order was an order. And, in a morbid way, she wanted to bear witness to Enda drinking this monstrosity of a beverage. (If not for any greater reason than telling Akiva about their eccentric new neighbor later.)
Teruko counted under her breath as she added espresso to the mug. Then she went to the warming-plates where pots of coffee lay in wait, hazelnut being one of the flavors available.
By the time that Enda returned, all of his food was appropriately warmed and prepped. Teruko would wait for the man to claim his seat before approaching with a tray filled with the items he ordered.
“Right on time, Halloran-san,” she said chipperly. She stooped to deposit each item—the roll, the coffee, and lastly, the cupcake upon the table.
“I hope these are to your liking,” Teruko added, “May I get you anything else?”
She clasped the tray near her waist once the treats had been deposited, a delighted curl forming in her tail. It was a slow morning with no other patrons, yet, so that afforded Teruko the time to be a bit more personable of a waitress.
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27 Years
Male
"Sir Eyin"
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jul 5, 2020 0:39:42 GMT -4
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What assholes...he couldn't believe that they were forcing her to do shit like that and it got him feeling bitter, a bad taste in his mouth as he thought about those who aimed to control him. There was something about it all that just didn't sit well. As long as she was happy and living the way she wanted, right? Right? There wasn't any need to hunt her old producers and get revenge for her, right? Was that justice...good God, he'd make such a shitty hero right now!
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Wanting to punish people based on the past...ughhhhh he'd have to absolutely get his head on straight before even considering the whole pro hero scene! Hopefully vigilantism was a good fit until he could get to a better state of mind...hell, maybe he'd even change his mind down the line, who knows. Maybe he should offer to trim her spines...it must be tough to go and do that all by her lonesome. Or she had help...an ex-movie star was probably pretty popular as is. Then again, maybe she was trying to sweep him under the rug and outta here after his dumb stunt. Sparing her a nod and sigh, he needed to get a grip...
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"Thanks, but I'm good on the receipt, kaiju mama! Trash it, make a birthday banner, whatever~!" Laughing at the thought of some absurdly long receipts he'd seen in the past, he mellowed out his little chuckle fest. At least she didn't mind directing him to the bathroom and wasn't insisting that he take his order to go! "I'll be right back!" Perking up with a wink n' a smile before a lil' wave, he pranced on off to wash his hands like a good boy! "OH MY GOD, EVEN THE BATHROOM IS CUTE!" That announcement was made as the door closed behind him, he admittedly spaced out a bit at all the adorable design choices around him and bolted right back on out when he realized the time that flew by!
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Looking like he might have been late for a party, he skid to a stop and was about to apologize for taking five million and a half years, but...he was on time? Rapidly fluttering his naturally long lashes, a soft hint of pink touched upon his cheeks, "I am...? Oh! Wow~! Everything is so freaking cute, hun~! I'm sure it's amazing~!" Flashing her a bright smile as he took a seat, he looked juuuuust a little nervous...could she get him anything else? "You?" IMMEDIATELY ROLLED OFF THE TONGUE OH NO...! His blush got brighter as he panicked and pointed toward his shop and grinned like he was trying to keep the cops from looking for a body beneath the floor board!
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"I-I-I-IN MY SALON, YEAH! YOU IN MY SALON SO I CAN HELP WITH LIKE YOUR SPINES AND STUFF! YEAH LIKE TOTALLY HELP A SWEET KAIJU GIRL LIKE YOURSELF OUT~! Would make your talons look even more cute and honey oh mi gosh, I'm gonna be the best neighbor eeeeeever~!" Looking up at her, it was like he had little blue sparkles in his eyes, sipping at his coffee that was about as extra as himself with how many shots of espresso it had! There was another coffee place he'd have to check out, but he needed to get his lil salon juuuuust a bit further in those frustrating repairs. "Once I get the place looking less like a shit storm...it's so fucking embarrassing right now..."
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Puffing his cheek slightly, he shot a glare at the wall where his shop was located and slooooooowly munched at his ham and potato roll...which actually made him look a little less grumpy. "...soooooo good..." Mumbling that under his breath, he chomped down for another bite and looked as content as a kitten bundled in blankets.
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118 Posts
3 EP
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47 Years
Female
"Queen Kaiju"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jul 7, 2020 1:36:20 GMT -4
wouldn't you be~ couldn't you be~
my neighbor. hi neighbor! ENDA'S DELIGHTED CRY BROKE THROUGH TWO DOORS-- the door to the hall, and the door to the bathroom-- before reaching the old kaiju’s ears. Teruko laughed to herself, under her breath. What a character. What an absolute character.
Upon Enda’s return, Teruko descended upon the table like a snack-bearing angel, depositing each treat ceremoniously upon the table. Apparently the boy had rushed right back to eat—bless his heart—and flushed slightly when Teruko announced that he was right on time.
The compliment brought a smile to Teruko’s reptilian features, a jaunty sort of smirk.
“Thank you. I’m the main baker here, so I appreciate the heartfelt feedback.”
The slip of his tongue went completely over the reptilian woman’s head, heavy brow arching in confusion over one of her golden eyes.
“Y-yes, of course ‘me’,” she insisted, “There’s no one else here to serve you.”
Bless his heart, the woman had mistakingly believed that the “You?” was Enda voicing disbelief over being served by her, rather than an absentminded request to “have” her.
(This was also a bit of a lie, Akiva was there… but he preferred working in the back. His specialty wasn’t serving people up front.)
This, of course, led to an even more profound confusion when the man nervously, and loudly, began to suggest that the kaiju come to his salon for all of her cosmetic needs.
Help with her spines? Make her talons cute???
The concepts were so completely foreign to her. Manicures? Looking… CUTE?!
Teruko squinted uncertainly at Enda’s enthusiastic proclamations, unsure about the… feasibility of his proposal. Although she’d described trimming the spines as being “like trimming a toenail”, it was also a much more gruesome, surgical process. A normal saloon couldn’t possibly handle such a request.
And painting her crocodilian claws felt so… pointless. Getting dolled-up was for women who looked like dolls, not for women who looked like discount dinosaur toys.
“Perhaps we can work something out,” Teruko agreed, though she wasn’t even remotely convinced, “Once your business is up and running.”
Seeming to reach his absolute maximum on embarrassing one-liners, Enda delved into his food, remarking that it was… absolutely delicious.
“Thank you,” Teruko said again, with a bar, “I will leave you to it. Don’t hesitate to holler if you need anything.”
With that said, Teurko tucked the tray under her arm, and began to carefully meander back towards the counter. She had to be careful, when out amongst the tables, to not bump into the chairs or tables, with her belly or with her tail. Most of the furniture was spread well, but it was still important to be cautious…
| ft. enda halloran quirk: e-rank durability, strength, range; f-rank wealth, culinary arts |
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114 Posts
0 EP
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27 Years
Male
"Sir Eyin"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jul 7, 2020 6:00:52 GMT -4
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tooth fairy
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Did he just dodge a bullet and run into a huge ass metaphorical wall in the process?! It was definitely a possibility as it sunk in that she thought he meant something totally different! That would have been a huge relief, had he not tried to cover his tracks...which oh boy, talk about a tower of regret! In that moment, there was an abundance of internal screaming bubbling about how she didn't even seem too keen on the whole offer he just slammed out either! Oh geeze, maybe he should try to track down Akiva and hire him to erase him from the face of this planet.
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.....no wait, he couldn't just hand his life out on a silver platter, especially not to some villain! THEY WOULD HAVE TO WORK FOR HIS DEATH, DAMN IT! Plus, how was he supposed to make it up to everyone he's wronged that weren't dead from beyond the grave?! Yeah, that's right, he couldn't! Suuuuure, she said they could try to work something out once his shop was up and running but ugh...he felt so defeated. At least the food was comforting, edible and delicious happiness.
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Offering a couple nods, he actually had quite a bit of manners despite borderline starving. Giving her a thumbs up as she walked away...he didn't mean to stare, but he watched her try to shuffle and waddle around the tables. Squinting with a tint of a blush upon his cheeks, his gaze then darted around to see if maybe he could do something to fix up the arrangement of how this area was set up. Licking a little bit of potato off of his fingers as he polished it off, he grasped onto the coffee mug's handle before lifting it up and taking a mighty swig! Last time he took a little sip so it didn't hit him nearly as hard as this round!
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Setting the mug down with a shudder, the cute little kaiju cupcake in one hand, he peeled the wrapper off and took a chomp as he stood up. Walking around and looking the place over...as cute as her waddle was with her tail wiggling along after, he wanted to at least leave a somewhat good impression before leaving this place! Sure, that probably wasn't what he viewed as possible...he knew how to be good at retail with a customer service face...not a stranger at all to base level of polite and keep it neutral. Whatever...even if she was barely tolerating him, he wanted to help. "So like, okay...weird question, as if I haven't asked enough of those today, but does it get busy enough for all these tables and chairs to fill up or can I buy some from you? Liiiiike one or two sets? Give you a little more space and I can make use of it, sound gucci, kaiju mama?"
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Taking another bite of his adorable cupcake as he popped one hand on his hip and stood at the counter...like he was ready to throw down some money and make the transaction.
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118 Posts
3 EP
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47 Years
Female
"Queen Kaiju"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jul 21, 2020 23:30:53 GMT -4
wouldn't you be~ couldn't you be~
my neighbor. hi neighbor! TERUKO MOVED DELICATELY PAST THE SEATING AREA, back to her comfort-zone behind the counter. She replaced the coffee-pot on the heating element, taking a towel into her hand to wipe-down the area behind the counter. She’d barely begun to towel the area down when her new neighbor was up once again and at the counter, nibbling on his cupcake as he glanced around the store. “How may I help you, Halloran-san?” the woman inquired, without pausing in wiping the counter down. He really didn’t need to get up if he needed something… with how empty the establishment was in the mornings, she could hear him just fine from where he was sitting. The question that followed was… unexpected, but no less unusual than any other thing that had left the peculiar man’s mouth thus far. His self-awareness brought a genuine smile to the woman’s face, and she stood upright to face him. Buy some of her furniture? Straight from her store? Cheeky kid… he just stood there munching on his cupcake, one hand on his hip, looking slyly at the store, and then at her. A downright feline fellow, if you asked her. “It does actually get busy enough to use most of the furniture, Halloran-san,” she said with a cheeky grin, “Usually only on weekend nights, though. Most people don’t want dessert in the mornings. Besides, you don’t want these… I brought these from my Tokyo location. You want newer furniture.”She set the rag by the sink, and retrieved a pad of paper from near the register, as well as a pen. “I can give you the next best thing, though,” Teruko insisted, waving the memo-pad before setting it lightly on the counter before Enda. She leaned over, propping herself up on one elbow as she wrote with her other, free hand. When she was finished, she tore the sheet free, and extended it to Enda between index- and middle-finger. The note hosted the following information.
6th Street Restaurant Supply
in Tokyo (ask for Nanami)
080-XXXX-XXXX
Mention Teruko Serizawa for a discount
080-YYYY-YYYY
“It’s the place I got all my furniture,” Teruko explained, “I know the owner personally, she’ll cut you a deal if you give her my name.”The kaiju seemed pleased with herself.
“I also included my number, in case she gives you trouble,” Teruko explained. With that, she picked herself back up from the counter, and resumed wiping the counter down. | ft. enda halloran quirk: e-rank durability, strength, range; f-rank wealth, culinary arts |
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114 Posts
0 EP
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27 Years
Male
"Sir Eyin"
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Post by Enda Halloran on Jul 28, 2020 7:07:08 GMT -4
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Oh yes, he was ready to he was so ready for a mutually beneficial transaction! That's right, help this hottie and help himself at the same time, a total win/win! There was no way such a fool proof plan could go wrong, this was all going to be perfect and fantastic. Oh yeah, she'd thank him for being so considerate and thinking of her comfort, then possibly even swooooooooon over how sweet he was! Yup, this was gonna fix everything and all the awkwardness would melt away...
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Oh yes, this conversation was going swimmingly~!
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Hook...
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Line...
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........aaaaaand you don't want these blah blah cute old store blah YOU WANT NEEEEEEWWWWW FURNITURE?!
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Eyes shooting wide open, he nearly spat out his cupcake, but instead made awkward noises of distress like a bird choking on bread! "MRRRRFHHHHHHFFFFRRRRMMMFFFFHHHHHHHGGGGG?!" Yeah, that's definitely like a distraught bird, for sure. Gulping down the deliciousness before a spit-take can happen upon her freshly cleaned counter. Maaaaan, he couldn't help but pout at his good deed being completely and utterly rejected. Darn her sound, business woman logic, how dare she make a lot of sense!
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"S-seriously?! Like I--what's this?" Scrunching his nose a little as he chomped down on another bit of cupcake while squinting with a suspicious cat-like glare, he lifted his hand off his hip. Swooping the torn paper up like a hawk going after the chonkiest of rabbits trying to skitter away in the field and...here it was: Complete and Utter Shock, The Sequel! FEATURING THE GORGEOUS AND TALENTED KAMIREX! Learning from the first time, he gulped down his food and let out a mighty wheeze because what his eyes fell upon shocked the hell out of him!
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Teruko Kamirex Serizawa's number! Oh holiest of holy shits, blessed be the universe that liked to remind him of how much he fucked up! Today was a neutral victory hosting a parade of happiness in his honor...she...she gave him her number. A squeal wiggled about in his throat and he was freaking out on the inside soooooooo much more than he was letting on. "You are just like, the sweetest and best neighbor of all, kaiju mama~! Thank yoooooou~!"
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Drifting back to the table after fanning himself with the paper for a moment, a totally dreamy sigh passing his lips and a swoon ridden sigh escaping him. Once again...the man was smitten as a kitten and practically fluttered off to tuck the paper away in his pocket. Finishing up his coffee and cupcake, he drifted out and waved before taking his leave since, weeeelllllllllllllllllll he'd taken up more than enough of her time!
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989 Posts
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26 Years
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Post by Maya on Aug 5, 2020 9:20:59 GMT -4
Enda: 48 EXP
Teruko: 32 EXP
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