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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 26, 2020 3:43:00 GMT -4
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Campus was pretty barren and some people here and there...turns out hardly anyone stayed behind for the break after all. Going home wasn't an option to him since his family was always going on and on Colt this and Colt that, which would absolutely bring him back to one hell of a dark place. Or at the very least more harm than good, so it is what it is...right? The princely blonde over here was hoping to make enough strides by the end of the year to feel comfortable being home again. Maybe if he couldn't pull through on his own, he'd have to go ahead and reach out either to Elise or that counselor, Mosa.
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If anything, Elise was most likely the best option, all things considered, especially since it might be awkward to Kenji that he'd essentially be having his neighbor dump emotional trauma on his adoptive father. That honestly seemed more rude than anything in his book, even if it was the parental figure's job...ugh...he'd still feel pretty terrible about all of that. Beaumont offered a sense of empathy to the world around him and just in case anything slipped by accident, he didn't want to worry Kenji further. It wouldn't be fair...not at all. U.A felt like a ghost town and today, he told himself he'd try to go off on an adventure all on his own.
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See if he could keep functioning as a normal person for a single day, which was always a tad bit hit and miss. Good days, bad days...everyone had them on different levels of varying extremes. Besides, as a hero, he wasn't always going to be around someone, there would be solo missions and what not...so this felt like an important social exercise. Glancing toward his phone, he felt the need to double check the directions to make sure he was headed to the right place. Someone told him about some Black Sand Inn and Cafe, they said it had a pretty good selection, so it was worth starting his day there!
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Once he got there, he headed on in and somewhat awkwardly stood close to the doors before chirping up with a polite as could be air about his tone, "Good morning, is this a seat yourself establishment or should I wait to be seated? I don't mind either way." Lowering his hood with a smile, he brought his hands up to slide them through his hair as it fell neatly into place. Glancing around, this place was actually charming in its own right...!
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Post by Nemuri on Jul 28, 2020 7:11:33 GMT -4
I'll shout and start a riot
be anything but quiet
The cafe part of the Black Sand Inn and Cafe always did better in the morning than it did any other time of the day, but what else would you expect? Yes, it also was open for more sweets and dessert typically eaten in the afternoon (and it was also pretty full up closer to that time of day as well) but their coffee was how some folks started the day. If they didn't have their coffee then the day wasn't just not started--it was doomed. Nemuri could relate even if most people didn't sleep a grand total of maybe five hours a night. And that was being generous.
Whatever the case, Nemuri was always at her worst in the morning. Coffee could only do so much to replace the lack of sleep in her. So when time came for the shop to open and people to file in she kept herself as behind the bar as possible and tried to keep her sharp tongue and viciously teasing comments to herself.
What?
I didn't say it was "worst" as in "grumpiest". When Nemuri was at her tiredest she was also at her most snarky.
At the front door playing hostess today Misuzu was fiddling with her long blond hair--styled into waves today that fell over her shoulder and loose down her back--when the bell above it chimed and a new person came through. She smiled a bright glossy grin and greeted them with a bow. "Good morning. Welcome to the Black Sand Inn and Cafe!" She stood up again to get a look at them. They towered over her--which was nothing new, unfortunately--but other than that they looked to be a foreigner and either a teenager or a youthful adult. Maybe it was a UA student? That place had a lot of gaijin, right? She turned her hand towards the array of metal-framed tables and chairs. "You may seat yourself, and a waiter will come to take your order as soon as possible. If you would prefer, we also offer bar-side sitting where you can make your order directly to our barista," she switched hands to display the bar instead, "Whichever you prefer. Is this your first time here, sir? Were we recommended to you by a friend?"
Most teenagers wouldn't just happen upon a coffee shop in Kabukicho, if they came to Kabukicho for any reason other than, well, finding said coffee shop in the first place. Otherwise they were probably here for less-than-legal reasons because that's what people did here. That's just how it went. Or maybe he'd gotten lost and this was the first building that didn't look so sketchy? That had happened before, certainly. |
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Post by Kenji Murano on Jul 28, 2020 20:57:45 GMT -4
GAY PANIC 2:
ELECTRIC BOOGALOO KENJI'S SHIFTS AT NEMURI'S CAFE were quickly becoming routine—weekend shifts were a given, usually mornings, usually a full eight hours. Sometimes Nemuri even tossed-in an afternoon shift, too. He was finally reaching the point where he was starting to feel like he knew things, so long as nothing weird happened. And the redhead was thriving. He was simultaneously at the center of attention yet at the periphery.
And there were never any classmates here—in a way, it was somewhat comforting. Kenji could use his quirk as he was waiting on tables. The only people that really bossed him around were his actual bosses. It was… cathartic.
He was in the midst of delivering plates of food to the table, announcing each dish as it was deposited.
“Enjoy your meal!” the redhead said with a faint bow, tucking his round tray beneath his arm beneath his arm, “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you.”
The bell above the door rang as a customer entered, and Kenji started to give a polite, “Welcome i-“
The redhead froze mid-sentence, his hazel eyes thinning. Though hidden behind a hood, the customer’s face was familiar. And when he spoke—
The black plastic tray slipped from Kenji’s arm.
It clattered to the ground with an impossibly loud *SMACK!-wub-wub-wub-wubwubwubwub* as it fell on its edge and then spun lazily on its rim, teetering towards rest.
Why was it so loud?!
AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING HERE?!
Kenji snatched the plastic tray from the ground, a fierce heat climbing into his face, and the teen made his hasty retreat, past the bar, and into the back, slipping through the doorway of the kitchen.
“Door!” the teen announced, before promptly pressing his back to said door and standing there.
Kenji glanced over at Sohma, clutching the tray to his chest with a vice-grip. The color hadn’t left his face, nor had the noticeably anxious expression that had written itself there.
“… I… need a minute,” Kenji advised the cook.
The boy felt his cheek. Hot. Ugh, he hated how he blushed, sometimes.
“Shit,” Kenji breathed.
He patted his forehead, the back of his neck. Hot, hot. He felt his chest. Heart was pounding.
“There… there’s someone from my school out there,” Kenji clarified, “I just gotta compose myself."
Why? Hell if he knew. WHY WAS MONTY THERE?! The redhead removed himself from the doorway, striding towards the sink to retrieve a glass and some water.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 15, 2020 23:49:31 GMT -4
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Offering a little bow upon hearing the hostess greet him, he was genuinely curious about how the seating of this establishment worked since everywhere was so different! Turns out he could seat himself and had a choice of where he could sit, that was awfully nice of them to have options for their customers, maybe he should come here more often? This almost felt like a trick question as he looked between the bar seating area and the tables...hmm since this was a social experiment for himself, he should sit at a table. Yeah, that way, if someone did show up to share the table with him, he would either encounter a familiar face or someone totally new!
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Why not give it a shot, there was also the chance he'd just be by himself the entire time! Nodding to her a couple of times, just to affirm that he was now aware of his choices, but didn't exactly expect what came next. See, her question took him by surprise and he wondered if maybe this place had a referral program or something. There was also the chance that this establishment wasn't actually very poplar and usually drew in a rather niche crowd. Huh... "Ah...it's my first time here, I wouldn't say a friend recommended me..." A momentary pause as he tapped his chin in thought.
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"More like...an acquaintance? I was asking around for places that had a welcoming atmosphere and good food, then someone suggested this establishment." Finishing those words with a gentle smile, he figured it was better to answer the question honestly since most businesses that asked were genuinely curious. A loud clatter and a similar voice competing for his focus, his icy blue gaze traced toward it rather quickly, mostly because the riots drove him to being far more alert and furrowed his brows upon seeing the door swooshing itself shut. That...wasn't normal.
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It's not like he went out of his ways to make enemies and the only people he could imagine freaking out over seeing him were any of the villains that might recognize him? Admittedly, he may have gotten a little carried away when trying to stop that guy from going nuclear on the damn place. Looking back over to the hostess, he absolutely looked concerned as he spoke with a clear sense of concern ringing true in his tone,"Is...everything okay?" Clumsy worker or potential criminal that he might have to be concerned about...?
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Call him captain anxiety, because he jumps to the worst possible conclusions in a single bound! Er...well...at least he wasn't completely dismissing the possibly bad stuff. Especially since he didn't catch a glimpse of anyone familiar!
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Post by Nemuri on Aug 17, 2020 19:39:17 GMT -4
I'll shout and start a riot
be anything but quiet
Misuzu gave Beaumont a more excited smile, placing her hands together at her chest so that the tips of them crossed between each other. "Well, I am very glad that you were suggested here! Your acquaintance has good taste, if I do say so myself." What a polite young man this was! She wasn't sure if he was overcompensating for being new at Japanese with said politeness, or if it was just how he usually spoke, but either way he was quite cute. "I hope we live up to your expectations! Let me get you a men--"
The loud sound of a tray dropping didn't make Misuzu jump, but Nemuri wasn't as aware as the smaller girl and did, in fact, flinch, almost dropping the sugar she'd been spooning into the coffee she'd been working on. Gold eyes found Kenji with a blend of confusion, irritation, and concern. Wasn't his whole quirk about not dropping things? What made him slip up? "Yo," she started, but before the "are you alright" got past her lips Kenji had absolutely bolted from the cafe floor for the door between it and hall that lead into the kitchen. Nemuri blinked twice, caught Misuzu's eyes as her partner looked over her shoulder with a startled look, and then pushed the cup of coffee she'd been working on towards a woman with an elephant trunk at the bar and gave a quick "Will you excuse me one moment?"
In the kitchen Sohma hadn't even looked up at the sound until a small pink-ish haired blur came charging in, slumped against the door, and started talking. Well, squeaking would be the way he would have put it. Sohma set down the knife he'd been using to cut slices of a freshly chilled cheesecake to be served and took a couple strides toward the freezer. When he came up to Kenji, he was holding a glass of water with ice cubes in it in one of his gloved hands.
"Fever?" He asked, voice calm, before Kenji gave a bit more of an explanation. Black brows furrowed as Sohma looked up at the door--it didn't have windows on it, like doors in restaurants, but all the same he could see a little sliver of the cafe from a crack between them. "Hmm...somebody you don't want to see?"
At that moment Nemuri opened the door--she had to push both of them, and did, for a second, push one of them into Kenji a little before she tried the other side instead--and peeked her head in. "Everything okay? Anything on fire?" She paused to take Kenji's expression in. Then, despite the worry in her eyes, a smirk pulled at her lips. "Wow, your face matches your hair. Is that just from making a scene? Did your quirk crap out on you for a moment?"
Sohma looked between the two before settling on Nemuri and shook his head. "Said there's a schoolmate out there."
Nemuri's smirk weakened slightly. Ah. Was that a bad thing? Some high schools didn't like their students having part-time jobs, especially private schools, but that hadn't been brought up before. He wasn't going to get in trouble, was he? And if not that then what had him so bothered? She leaned in the doorway and crossed her arms over her chest, sounding ever so slightly more serious than before. "Is that bad? I could ask Misuzuchi to serve 'em instead."
Misuzu watched Nemuri's retreating form go into the hall after Kenji, pursed her glossed lips together in a small worried frown, and then turned back to look at Beaumont with her best customer satisfactory smile. "It should be fine! I'm sorry for the commotion. Let me get that menu for you!" And she stepped back toward the bar to fetch one of the laminated paper menus to give Beaumont, only sparing a moment to lean over said bar to see if she could see anything. Hmm. When she returned she was mumbling to herself. "Maybe he spilled something hot on his hand and dropped his tray, and got scared...poor Mura-chan, I hope he's okay." She looked up, smiled, and handed the menu over. "Here you are, sir! A server will be out to take your order when you're ready--just press that button there," she pointed to a little silver button on a black box on the table, not unlike the sort of stop-clocks one saw in competitive chess matches, only this one just had a little light on it in the shape of a bell, "And we'll be right over!" |
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Post by Kenji Murano on Sept 1, 2020 1:53:21 GMT -4
GAY PANIC 2:
electric boogaloo IN A SPEED ENVIABLE BY Olympic runners and the fastest land mammals known walk the Earth, Kenji had relocated from the dining room to the kitchen, and his back was now pressed to the wall. Sohma, ever-casual, descended with ice-water in-hand. Kenji tucked the tray under one arm, accepting the glass of water with a quiet “thanks”.
He just… needed to down this glass of water, and… maybe press this cool glass to his face… and… all would be fine. Everything would go back to normal.
“N-not someone I don’t want to see, just… not someone… I expected to see?” Kenji squeaked. Ugh, this was awkward. Why did he have to drop the tray?! Why couldn’t he just play it cool?!
He slammed the water back in record-time, sighing heavily, only to nearly be whacked with one of the doors. O-kay so maybe not the best place to stand. He edged away from the doors, only to be appraised by Nemuri. Shit. Kenji set his glass upon the counter, fussing with his loose strands of hair. His bangs were pinned out of his eyes, but, maybe the pin wasn’t good enough? He set about nervously readjusting the clip.
“Y-yeah,” he began to answer, but Sohma readily supplied further details to Nemuri, prompting a incredulous, “DUDE.”
Nemuri was the last person he wanted to give this intel too. She could get so much mileage out of it. God, this was an absolute violation of bro-code. What a nightmaaaaare.
“It’s not bad,” Kenji blustered, tugging at one of his longer bangs, “I just… so I like… I told him I worked here and how chill and cute it was and… I dunno, Monty just… was asking me questions about it? So I told him.”
Cue the nervous deluge of information, “I thought he was just being polite, I didn’t think he’d actually come here.”
Kenji ran another nervous hand over his hair. That absolutely was not the question that Nemuri had asked him. Not even remotely. He’d completely neglected to advise Nemuri of whether or not he wanted Misuzu to take the order instead. Instead, Kenji pressed the cool glass to his forehead again, a nervous noise escaping him.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 25, 2020 7:54:01 GMT -4
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"N-no...please, don't be sorry...I'd actually prefer for you to make sure that your co-worker is alright before checking on my table. There's no rush..." The name Mura-chan made him think of Murano, but there was absolutely a chance that it was someone different. Whoever it was, Kenji or not, he genuinely hoped that the worker was alright. Calmly taking the menu before parting with a polite smile and a bow, he directed himself over to a seat where there was a nice little window. Sure, it wasn't the nicest neighborhood by any means necessary...but it couldn't be all that bad if his gremlin of a neighbor came here to work...ugh...or maybe it did mean that?
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Admittedly, he wasn't completely sure, but at least there was a good ol' fashion hope of I wouldn't work somewhere that would put me in a perpetual loop of danger, not every moment of life needs to be some test of courage. Was it wishful thinking or far too much hope invested in the fiery haired boy? Glancing at the menu, he didn't want to be rude or come off as a creeper by asking about his fellow first year to begin with or at all. It seemed inappropriate and uncalled for in his book since he was here to work, not chat it up with friends or hang out. However, if he did happen to stop by his table, he'd absolutely make some small talk here and there without hopefully interrupting anything.
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Perhaps even ask if they could spend Kenji's lunch break together...who knew...? After all, the future harbored many possibilities, but very few outcomes would come to fruition.
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Post by Nemuri on Sept 26, 2020 17:06:42 GMT -4
I'll shout and start a riot
be anything but quiet
Through Kenji's increasingly flustered explanations, Nemuri's brow rose up higher, though her smirk didn't quite return. Huh. Okay, so not bad, just a person that he hadn't thought would make their way over here to see him? Or had he not told them that he was working here, but just mentioned the place, and panicked. That didn't answer her question of if UA had a "no jobs" policy but it did give a little more context to how red his face was.
Aha.
"Well what's wrong with that? He took the time to come see the place. That's nice of him." There was the smirk, and she subtly leaned herself out of the hall to look back into the cafe, her foot still keeping the kitchen door open. Alright, who had just walked in. Who was Misuzu seating. Ah, a blonde fellow from the looks of it. Cute. Without the hoodie, he looked like the sort of European pretty-boy whose dad owned a restored castle and held wine tastings in their private cellar. That sort of put-together-ness. Nemuri's head reappeared in the doorway. "Blondie gaijin with at table three? Huh, I pegged you for liking them rougher around the edges. Guess opposites attract." Whether or not he actually had a thing for the other student would be obvious in the next three seconds. "Just go out and say hi. Maybe wipe the 'obviously absolutely smitten' off your face. Red on gingers looks atrocious."
Sohma snorted softly and turned around to return to his cooking. "You'd know, wouldn't you."
"I'm not a ginger," Nemuri sniffed, "My hair's red. There's a difference. Bite me."
The raised eyebrow and sly smirk she got in return for that earned Sohma a quick flash of the bird.
Out on the cafe floor, Misuzu's smile softened and she nodded. "Of course, but I'm also quite certain the owner and chef will be able to help him. I should stay on the floor--it isn't like we have any other hands out here," she glanced at the "Help Wanted" sign in the window, then back to Beaumont with a small bow, "Please don't hesitate to ring the bell when you're ready to order. I hope you enjoy your stay here!" And with that she headed over to the bar to ring up and add some more orders in Nemuri's absence. She wasn't going to try her hand at making the more complicated drinks, but she could at least get the basic ones done while they helped Kenji with...whatever it was. |
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 19, 2020 14:22:58 GMT -4
GAY PANIC 2:
electric boogaloo KENJI KEPT THE GLASS PRESSED to his forehead, which was presently scrunched in the dourest expression. Nemuri’s voice had that tone again. That teasing, I’ve-figured-you-out-Kenji tone. And it was all Sohma’s fault, in the redhead’s book.
“I shoulda lied about where I worked,” Kenji muttered under his breath, not even deigning to address Nemuri’s remark about how nice it was for Monty to be there. Nice for her, maybe. Kenji wanted the floor to open up and devour him alive.
And to make matters worse, she was trying to look at him! She was looking at him! Augh!
“Don’t look at him, he’ll know!” Kenji hissed. He was grasping at straws now, as if Monty could psychically intuit that Kenji was taking refuge in the back, and his boss was now assessing the blond from afar. Monty was smart like that, he’d fucking know. He set his glass down, and was also craning towards the door, albeit to try and tug Nemuri away from it.
He was saying an awful lot by not saying much, that was for certain. By now, much of the color had left the teen’s face, except for his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
Nemuri’s remark about the blush really only made it worse, though.
“Augh, I wanna diiiieee, Sooohmaaa, how could youuu,” the teen groaned fatalistically, hiding his face in his hands. He stood there for a few moments, hands still kept cautiously over his face. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. Man-up.
“If I say hi to him and, like, serve his table… can we not talk about it?” the teen implored. At the back of his mind, he knew that Nemuri would good as much mileage out of the “blonde gaijin” as she could, but… it was worth at least attempting to appeal to her better nature.
And… well, Kenji was the waiter. He needed to wait on tables. That was his job. But augh, he felt ill. The teen retrieved the tray from the counter, holding it in front of him like a shield. He felt his face. His ears. His face was cooler, but his ears burnt.
It couldn’t be helped.
Kenji drew a deep breath, and—brushed past Nemuri, out of the safety of the kitchen. Yee-up, that was definitely Monty pouring over a menu. He glanced at Misuzu, who was at the counter, exchanging a glance with her—and then he carefully made his way through the tables, checking-with a few of the patrons along the way.
Finally, he arrived at Monty’s table.
Kenji still wanted the floor to open-up and devour him alive.
“Hey… Monty, w-welcome to the Black Sands Café,” Kenji recited. Did he still need to call him an honored guest, if he knew Monty’s name?
There Kenji was, bangs pinned and hair wrangled into a neat little ponytail. He wore the usual fare for a waiter—button-down shirt, bowtie, apron and black slacks. His sleeves covered his arms, yet were somehow clean. And Kenji held the tray at his waist.
“I’ll be your server, cuz… I work here.”
Smooth, Kenji. Very smooth. The redhead stole a glance over his shoulder, towards the kitchen, as if to verify that Nemuri was witnessing this.
“How’s… things?”
He was usually much better than this. He usually spoke all formal and shit, but... Monty made Kenji feel like his brain was regressing, somehow. So he reverted back to his usual not-work way of speaking.
| ft. nemuri + monty quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: *strums guitar, and then* AAAAAAAA |
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