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Post by Mamoru Inukai on Aug 23, 2020 9:36:37 GMT -4
He was actually a little bit nervous to see Nemuri at her Inn. What if Sohma was there? What would he think of him? Sort of storming out and disappearing for months? Not talking to him after he got back from England and only talking to Nemuri. Which was actually his plan for today but you know he couldn't know for sure. He was radio silent on his phone, email and so on. It was just that he had a lot on his mind and today he had decided to tell Nemuri he would pay off his debt in one go and that it was today that he would do so, saving all the money her family lend him and so on, he was really happy they did but it was time to think about the future and work with it. He had always been very serious, she knew that he knew that and just he would do what he considered necessary. He was also very curious how Black Sand was doing as he has not been there for months.
Today was a Sunday and that meant for Mamoru that the bookstore and Occult store were closed and that he would go to the big city, to see his friends. This was the best he could do, showing up unannounced meant that he would create a surprise as well as the fact he might be denied to talk about it for today, which was why he would first talk to Nemuri and see if she would still accept his disappearance. He would understand if she did not, and he seriously hoped that if the others were there they would be too busy. He got nervous when he arrived in Tokyo and just stared at the entrance. Great, why suddenly being a coward? These where his friends that worked here, he had just not even tried to work with them. Had not considered himself good enough, social enough, and look at him now... owner of a bookstore. Soon he would be the real owner, he would pay off his debt, yes and he would get the stuff on his own name and he would be the official owner and Hifumi did not need to be any wiser about what he had done before. She never really asked him so well he wasn't really lying? She as a prosecutor would tell him differently but that wasn't the question today. Okay... finally he got the nerve to actually grab the doorknob and get inside the inn and just look around to see if he would spot either of his friends, hopefully, the girls before anyone else.
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Post by Nemuri on Aug 25, 2020 7:54:53 GMT -4
we were a maybe
and never a must The bell above the door did it's job, perhaps to Mamoru's displeasure, and went "brrring-brrring" as he pushed it open, turning the head of the hostess at the front of the room. "Welcome to--" Misuzu started to say, then stopped and looked momentarily baffled. It took her a moment to figure out why this customer looked so familiar. Not many people had such gorgeous eyes. If she just imagined this person in front of her with a different, darker hair color...with a small gasp her hands flew up to her mouth, "Ohmigosh! Inu-chan?? Is that you??"
The cafe was about as busy as a late morning on a Sunday would be--which was to say quite a bit, as Sundays were the day that most people had off on the week, and could schedule to meet up with friends or go on dates, or just go out for brunch. Thankfully nobody was pinging for a waiter so Misuzu was free to walk up and try to get closer to be absolutely sure she was correct! Which was, uh, kind of difficult because the person absolutely towered above her. But that in itself was unusual, and by extension it was familiar! The only other man she knew this tall was Sohma.
"It is you!" She squeaked, and moved her hands to try and take Mamoru's own in a very gentle show of affection. "Inu-chan you're so beautiful as a blonde! But you know, now people are going to think we're siblings again." Misuzu gave a little giggle. It hadn't been very often, but those who knew Mamoru had a little sister sometimes saw him with the very short woman (who was a year older than him thank you very much) and assumed she was said sister. Her habit of dyeing her hair had helped but... "Oh well! Great minds think alike, I guess! I'm so glad to see you again!"
At the back of the cafe, manning the bar, Nemuri didn't notice the newcomer like Misuzu did. If she hadn't become deaf to that bell ages ago she would have gone mental from the high-pitched sound drilling holes into her sleepless brain. Instead she was pushing orders of tea sandwiches and such toward the waiter and fixing up cold brews, her short red hair pinned back to keep it out of her eyes. Which were ringed with shadows, as per the norm.
With a quick "Table seven, Murano," she stepped back to prep the next drink on her run of orders, one of which was waiting on a couple of pastries currently being taken out of the oven. Shouldn't be much longer on those, though. |
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Post by Mamoru Inukai on Sept 7, 2020 15:09:03 GMT -4
Why did she have that annoying tingling thing above the door! Of course, Misuzu was at the front, why did they work together again? If he knew his friends, they discussed it, got unhappy about his sudden departure and not talking to Misuzu might have pissed her off, especially because... because of a lot of stuff. Still, she had more big sister attitude than anyone else he knew, she might understand it even if he never tried to explain. He pouted a little and looked away but he nodded while brushing the right side of his hair behind his ears. She had not seen his blond hair of course. Did he regret doing that, nope, but did he regret maybe not texting and not responding to everyone but asking Nemuri one question; a little. As long as Sohma wouldn't come, he would be okay, he was sure of that. He convinced himself he was over it and he did not want to figure out for sure because what if he wasn't? He should just talk to her and when Misuzu said it was him, he finally turned his blue-green eyes back at his friend.
God, he had missed her if he had to admit. His life sucked without friends, he suddenly felt like he had become a hermit and a grump. He let her take his hand and tried to smile a little to her but he felt as if he stood out enormously and looked anything but pretty. Was she sure she was happy to see him? "Ha, you are right, Misuzuchi." He felt a little more relaxed, he was glad to see her as well, still tense but glad. He looked around, he should have known everyone came here on Sunday, he did not want to tell Misuzu that he only came to talk to Nemuri, it wasn't like him to avoid them but well it was months ago, so yea it was to be expected. "Look, before I take a spot I want to say I am sorry. I am sure you know why I left." Was there something they did not share after all? "I just couldn't stay here and do something stupid, but I didn't let you all know I needed a break and that means I did do something stupid. I just... tried to run everything for Hifumi and well the bookstore works now." It was something, he hoped she could understand considering they had this and it was a lot busier than his place for sure, but then again not many people stayed after buying a book.
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Post by Nemuri on Sept 13, 2020 19:12:17 GMT -4
we were a maybe
and never a must Misuzu reached up to push some fine blonde strands out of Mamoru's face, though to do so she had to stand on her absolute tippy-tip-toes and also hold onto the side of the hostess' stand to do it. He was so cute blonde, it made him look all mysterious and fashionable. It almost made her self conscious, but not quite. She would never be able to pull that off. Her blonde just made her look cuter and that was perfectly fine. It was the eyes, probably.
His words made her smile soften a little bit, though it didn't dip into a frown. "I, um...well, I know a little, but I don't like gossip, so I probably don't know everything. It's not really my business." She fidgeted with the bow at the collar of her shirt. "I guess you'll want a spot by the window, instead of by the bar? A little extra distance and all that...?"
"Fumi-chan has the shop up and running?? Oh!" Misuzu put her hand to her mouth, surprise clear in her features. "I didn't know that! You need to give me the address, I'll come visit on my next free day! Oh my gosh, she must be in her early twenties now, right? I still see her as being so little. I know she went into law but, like, I still can't shake the image. Oh wow. How has she been? Did she go with you on your trip?"
It was at that moment that Nemuri, momentarily freed from her responsibilities by a lull in orders, looked around for Misuzu's head of golden hair, only to find an equally golden head standing several heads higher than it. And she was talking to them so animatedly. What friends from school did they have who were blonde, again?...not many that were natural, so if it was dyed, that just made things all the more confusing. Nemuri stared in their direction for a while longer. He looked so familiar. She started trying to mentally swap his hair colors. Brown? No. Red? No. Black?...
Oh boy. Yep. That's him. Uh. Alright time to distract.
Nemuri pushed open the door between the cafe and the hallway that lead into the kitchen, and called, "Sohma, gonna need another melon mousse cake, half way through this one. Start on it?" There was a small affirmative "'kay" from the open kitchen and Nemuri closed the door. Alright. That bought, like, an hour while he mixed that, then another while it chilled, and then hopefully Mamoru would have left and this wouldn't have turned horrifically awkward. As smart as it probably would have been for the two to just meet up and clear the damn air the man had flown off to the UK over the first rejection--she didn't want to know what he'd do if he went through seeing the reject-er again.
Should she also give him space? Hell, Misuzu should be giving him space, too, but she didn't even know the whole picture. And odds were Mamoru wasn't aware that the three of them were dating. It hadn't really been set before he left. Oh, God, how would he take learning that his two friends were dating his ex (well, hopefully ex) crush?
It's not my fault he wasn't his preferred orientation! Fuck, did he even tell Mamoru that, or did he just do his shitty failure of communication thing and not explain. I didn't even know til a couple months in! Craaaaaaaaaaaap...
Shit, he's here to see me about the money, isn't he. That'd have to be the only reason he'd risk running into Sohma.
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Post by Mamoru Inukai on Sept 14, 2020 15:48:51 GMT -4
Ah... he wasn't very clear. Maybe seeing Misuzuchi was just making him nervous. He really thought he was over it but he was sure that if Sohma would show up now his heart would make a little jump. He shouldn't think about it, he was here to talk to Nemuri and because he wanted to see the plays and well... to be honest, he knew why he came, it was not per see to see Sohma in that perspective, it was to apologize for just going missing and not speaking to them for a while. He was glad she brushed it away though, he wasn't still sure if he could casually talk about it and laugh it off or something along the lines. "Yea, window sounds great." She was too kind, he had to face his fears in the end at one point but maybe not today. "Actually I took it over." It would make more sense that Hifumi did so but... she didn't. He shook his head as well and smiled when walking to that table at the window. "And she is a very good lawyer, I can't believe it myself either, she barely has time to read books anymore." But that was okay, it was interesting to listen to her cases, he wouldn't deny that. The fact that she tried to work on prosecution and find the villain that killed their parents chilled him to the bone but Misuzu did not need to know that now. "She ehm, stayed here, watched the herb store at that point. I just completely changed that and all." With Nemuri's money but he swallowed that in, a little pride and if Nemuri didn't tell her that, Mamoru appreciated that a lot and would like to keep it that way.
He would finally take a breather, but it was fine, it was okay to catch up with his friends, heck that's why they were his friends. He looked up as he noticed something in the corner of his eyes and Karasu became awkward hopping on his shoulder. Not that anyone would know but him, he didn't show anything about that. He gave a soft wave at Nemuri... what should he say though? Maybe it was not the right timing and he could just say he came to watch how it was here. "Oh right, let me write the address for you, it's in Musutafu." He had been lucky he had been able to buy the building that the herb shop had been a part off while they used to live in Tokyo and his parents used to go there every day from early in the morning to sometimes late at night. So he moved, it had also been easier to avoid his friends and boy that did sound horrible. He felt it, "Hey.." He finally said when Nemuri was there and he just looked like he was a little lost and took a seat instead of standing and leaning against the table. He was a coward, wasn't he?
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Post by Nemuri on Sept 23, 2020 21:15:57 GMT -4
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and never a must "Well, managing a book shop does suit you pretty perfectly, doesn't it! Is it themed? Focusing on any genre in particular? Ah--I can't remember the last book I read, I'm so bad..." Misuzu sighed softly, more mock upset than genuinely, as she lead Mamoru towards a lovely little wooden table with an iron frame and iron lattice legs. The chair was matching iron lattice with a comfortable (though not necessarily cushioned) seat. She pulled out the chair and gestured for Mamoru to take it. "Do you think she'd have time to visit? Or maybe I can just come by enough and try to see her there. It's just been too long, I want to catch up!" She placed a laminated menu on the table in front of him. "Did you want anything to drink or eat? Kuro-chan still makes really, really good coffee. My treat!~"
With an answer one way or another, and address in hand, Misuzu would return to the coffee bar to give either an order or just to check in with Nemuri. Or she had been about to, when she saw the look on Nemuri's face. Misuzu's brow knit in concern. "Everything okay? You saw Inu-chan is here, right? Are you...feeling alright?"
"Hopefully. Just, uh, I'm keeping Sohma in the kitchen. You can go back to hosting." Nemuri flashed an anxious grin at Misuzu, set about finishing any order made, and then set to the table herself. She wasn't entirely sure what face she was making. She was fine at faking smiles and making pleasant enough small-talk, but that was with people who didn't know her well. Mamoru had been away for a while but they'd still all gone to school together. So she wasn't going to use a shopkeeper smile on him. He'd probably see it a mile away. But as she stepped up, she did find a nicer smile setting in, even if the corners of her mouth felt a bit taut. It was still Mamoru. Still sweet nerdy Mamoru.
Still sweet nerdy Mamoru who had gotten rejected by her current boyfriend less than a year ago.
Fuck.
"Hey there. I was wondering who this blonde dork was in my shop chatting up my waitress." Nemuri leaned on the back of the empty chair across from him. She'd set down a drink had it been ordered, or otherwise just look him over. "Y'know, I'm not sure how to feel about it. It's cute, don't get me wrong, but it also just makes you look paler. Like. Are we going to even be able to find you when we get a snowstorm?" Nemuri smirked, falling easily into the expression. Easier at least than a smile. That probably said something about her, didn't it. "So did you get fed up with the teas you brought back from the UK--I'm assuming you brought tea back, it's all I know of England--and want some real coffee, or are you just here to suffer from social anxiety. Cause I can prolly help with both of those." |
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Post by Mamoru Inukai on Oct 4, 2020 18:03:06 GMT -4
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He wasn't sure if this conversation was what he wanted to have, it was definitely his fault though and not his friend. He had missed her enthusiasm about almost everything in life. But it was just hard to fight the issues and things he was dealing with. "Ah I build it like an old authentic shop, you know to give that feeling like you are walking in old wonderland when you enter, but I have a lot of different books." He sighed, cuz this was the moment he had to admit it, "That includes manga as everyone seems to be so focused on it." He still did not get the deal about the picture books for adults or late teens instead of for smaller children but alright he had it. Maybe he could recommend her that if she had barely time to read but he would find something if she would come and he would just watch and take his time before finally sitting down. "Oh, I think you could catch her after work, she makes quite long days but is mostly home in the evenings." He turned his attention shortly to the menu, he should probably order more then just a drink if he wanted to sell himself being here also to try things out instead of being a complete and utter idiot, he obviously was the latter but as long as not everyone was fully aware of that in this building, then he had managed his day well... or so he thought. He was a bit baffled about it all but he managed to quickly smile at her and nodded, "Sounds good." He would then offer her the address and watch her go. He watched her leave but quickly turned his attention elsewhere, looking at the people here and outside in the end. It was why he picked the window this time. Normally he wouldn't, sitting so close to all other people was definitely not his comfort zone but he would try and far away from the bar made this a better option.
He looked up when someone spoke to him, slightly not sure how to react, but he smiled anyway, for as far as his normal neutral expression allowed it. He made a grump but yet chuckle sound when she spoke about a snowstorm, "All the more reason to stay looked up inside." but England had been a trip, trip where he probably betrayed Hifumi by leaving her behind and so on but still. He was here and he was home, sort of. "Yea both." He said, as a reply to getting more anxiety and a good brew of coffee. Though he actually did like tea, just not the English blend they kept serving you at every damn corner in England. "Also quite done with the rainy weather to be honest, we do it a lot better here." He knew that she knew it was stupid to get her and she was right but he shouldn't go and avoid his friends for the rest of his life, should he? Maybe he should, should have asked the bones or the cards but not just go cuz it was convenient to go on a Sunday.
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Post by Nemuri on Oct 15, 2020 7:46:23 GMT -4
we were a maybe
and never a must Nemuri got something of a laugh out of Mamoru, so already things were on the right track! Right? She thumbed back towards the bar behind her when he confirmed that he'd like a cup of coffee to go with this dreadful conversation--though whether or not it was dreadful or just plain awkward depended on if Sohma stayed unaware, most likely. "Well whenever you figure out what you want, I'll run over and make it. And hey, that will buy you time to come up with the answer to whatever questions I might throw at you. Like a coffee smoke bomb of sorts."
"Shit humor aside," her features softened just a little. There was still an edge to her smile that didn't quite go away, but she still was more uneasy than she would have liked. Which was stupid. Mamoru was a friend. It wasn't like she was the one who rejected him. "How've you been doing? Been putting that money to good use? I know starting up a shop around here is a nightmare but a thematic little bookshop's got to have more draw than one of a bajillion hotels in Kabukicho. And hell this one isn't even a love hotel so we lose points. I'm shocked we're still open sometimes."
She was joking, mostly. The shop didn't need to make a lot of money for her to keep it open, and she knew that. She never had to worry about going under even if customer levels slowed down; that was what having a stupidly wealthy father would do for you. Still, it was very cocky to think that way. Not every start-up business had a rich backer behind them--or at least not one who was family, or who would support them even if something went wrong.
Like Mamoru. Did he have support, outside of the money she lent him?
She didn't want him to feel compelled to pay her back while his shop was still in its fledgling state. It wasn't like she was going to add interest on that. They were friends, and she knew he'd pay it back eventually. Stupid responsible...
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Post by Mamoru Inukai on Oct 19, 2020 15:40:52 GMT -4
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It was easy to talk to Nemuri but maybe something was off, that something being Mamoru himself. He tried his very best and he felt like he was maybe trying too hard. He should not have come, he should have texted her and asked her when or how to fix it but instead no he wanted to be the friend he used to be. So he would take a deep breath when she went to fetch his coffee, trying to joke about that, had that gone right or was he taking matters too serious and getting over the top with his comment, too many questions that he did not want to consider. He tried to laugh at her joke but well it was going okay enough. So he would be okay when she came back and he was prepared for questions, he had known Nemuri for a long part of his life, same with Sohma and Misuzuchi but that did not mean it had not hurt. He didn't know what it was entirely, the fact that his parents died and he missed out in maybe working here, do the accounting which seemed to be a thing for him? Would he have said yes if it was offered to him? Probably not? Would they have known that, probably? Why was he so salty about it? Everything worked out and he would get over Sohma... eventually.
So she knew why he was here and she made a joke, he chuckled before realizing he wasn't even sure. "That was a joke right?" He looked around him, "You seem to be doing pretty great." For himself he sometimes still had his doubts but there will always be people who wanted old fashioned books, you know print on paper. "So I think the store is doing better now that I found some new staffers, one even helped me build a website, so we now send books to all over Musutafu and Tokyo, which has definitely increased and is worth the payment to the delivery service, I think I already paid them off with the number of books sold. I also hired a boy who has this fascinating interest in Mangas and keeps up with what is cool and hip. Seems like most people in musutafu had found the store now as I have quite some customers, but mostly in the weekend. Can be quite dull in the afternoon." He was worried about that, but it made sense right? Most people were at work or school and had no time to look after such stores when it was that time a day. Sometimes someone quickly came in to buy a magazine or a new notebook but that was about it. "I just thought now that I had the money saved to pay you back, to do that, and to thank you all over again." To make his dream and Hifumi's dream come true because this was all he got now. It was going well, it was a shame he was sort of in Musutafu all the time and they were here but well he was glad to see them and to be honest, he wouldn't mind getting a glimpse of Sohma, only to make sure he was doing okay too.
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Post by Nemuri on Oct 28, 2020 13:18:23 GMT -4
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and never a must Nemuri raised a hand wobbled it back and forth. "Mostly a joke. If this place was going to go under it wouldn't be financial problems. More likely one of the new hires blows something up, or all of Kabukicho catches on fire. Which isn't that farfetched. Which is terrifying." She leaned on the seat across from his own, ankle kicked up and crossed over the back of her other leg in a pose both relaxed but still invested in the conversation. Mamoru's set-up was sounding pretty good! New staff, a techie getting him on the map, and books were selling. That was great. She always hoped for the best for her friends but sometimes reality was more realistic than it needed to be. Mamoru getting ahead on a good start was as much as she could have hoped for, reasonably.
"Hah, an otaku? I mean if anyone is going to keep the books safe and organized it would be one of those, yeah?" She casually wondered if she counted as one. She watched some anime, but that was normal level stuff. She didn't go to cons or anything, at least not without the sole intent of buying stuff. Misuzu cosplayed though...ooh, something that could be funny would be dragging the new kids along. Beaumont surely hadn't been to a con yet.
If I convince Beaumont and Kenji into doing a couples cosplay, will Kenji kill me, or thank me? Or both?
But now the topic of money came up, and Nemuri had to put on her business brain. Bleh. "I told you when I gave you the loan that you didn't have to worry about it. It's not like I'm going to send the hounds after you in, like, a year." She let out an exaggerated sigh. "You better be telling me you've made enough that paying me back won't leave a chunk in your finances. Say you've made at least double my loan, so I know. That's the only way I'll accept. Otherwise you're gonna just have to sit here and talk to me about non-work related stuff. Like hair dye tips. For real, how do you and Misuzu get it to stay blonde, mine always looked shitty within a couple of weeks and I used purple shampoo and all the other bleaching advice. It's not fair."
Closer to the hallway behind the bar, the timer on the oven went off, and Sohma turned it off to take the melon mousse cake out of the fridge. It was a good thing he'd already been casually making another one when Nemuri called for it--they were pretty popular at the end of the season, with people already missing melons as summer passed. Was there anything else she needed? He'd go out and check after slicing the cake.
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Post by Mamoru Inukai on Nov 2, 2020 16:22:41 GMT -4
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Mostly a joke, yea well finances and economic issues were never really clear and never really secure so yea he understood what she meant and nodded. His face obviously showed the disgust when she mentioned that the fire wasn't farfetched and he wondered why she picked Kabukicho wasn't the perfect spot if he thought of Tokyo but he did not want to judge a book by its cover or in this case title. The inn looked great and he would not mind seeing the steadiness of that in his store. He was surely fighting against the electronic word but he was holy convinced that people would prefer books in their hands and well the manga helped the store. And he was making deals so he was selling ebooks so that helped definitely, he was actually more open-minded to the selling of the e-readers then the manga, what a weird guy he was. He decided to tell her how his store was doing and that he was opening up to everything, the website, the delivery service, the manga. But he was wondering if his dull afternoons would kill him, would he be smarter to stay up later, after dinner? He could do that by himself if it wasn't too busy? Hm, he wasn't sure how to tackle that but that's not why he was here, he might bring it up because Nemuri might be able to help with it. She had the experience, even if it wasn't for a bookstore, she knew things.
"Ah yea, you should have seen Beaumont and my first meeting. He asked why I for heaven's sake put the manga on one of the lower shelves." At that point of their meeting, Mamoru had not been happy but he had tried to be as open-minded to listen to Fion and Monty about what he should do, and they changed the colourful assemble to be moved onto a table and how often the kids stood there and how it convinced parents to buy something, yea definitely worked well. It was great to have people that understood the importance of books and the peace that the shop should give as a message, a warm and peaceful place to stay for a bit, to look around and bring a piece home.
But eventually, Mamoru should tell Nemuri why he was here and he could immediately notice she did not like it. She did probably not hate it either. He looked at her, double, he thought bringing up the money piece by piece that he borrowed from her was enough. He wasn't going to be broke, he had monthly put stuff aside when he paid for the house mortgage and so on, and the other things he needed to pay but he did not make the double. "So what brand hair dye do you use?" He gave her a bit of an empty smile, "It wouldn't damage my finances at this point, Nemu I am sure of that. I just don't want to become annoying with this loan, I know you can miss it, maybe-maybe I just could visit you guys more often. It feels so strange and I am sorry to everyone for going without saying a word. But also did you try silver shampoo?"
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Post by Nemuri on Nov 7, 2020 22:47:50 GMT -4
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and never a must Beaumont? Wait. Kenji's Beaumont? Is he double-teaming jobs? Could be somebody else but how many people in Tokyo are named Beaumont??
Nemuri blinked twice, a momentary stunned silent stare on her face before it cracked, and she burst into a little fit of snickers and giggles. She wasn't at risk of falling over but she still leaned into the chair in front of her for support. "Wait, wait wait wait wait. Hold up. Beaumont? You said Beaumont? French kid, blonde hair, has all the bite of a week old kitten? Goes to UA?" She drew in a breath and placed a hand over her eyes, pushing her glasses up into her bangs in the process. "Oooh, that's hilarious. He does work here sometimes, too! I--eheheh--I may have tricked him into thinking I'm allergic to coffee, to get him to offer to help some afternoons. I had good reason! Good reasons that absolutely don't have to do with having him and another UA kid I hired spend more time making heart eyes at each other. What kind of employee would I be if I did that."
Bullshit. She'd absolutely gotten Beaumont to hang out more at the cafe just to bother Kenji. Yes, he was sweet and friendly and his Quirk had been a lifesaver when literal zombies had happened, but she didn't need much more help than they had already. So it had all been for the sake of screwing with Kenji. But hey, maybe he'd thank her someday for forcing the two of them into such appropriately romantic (read: awkward) scenarios.
Preferably with words, and not with a punch to the jaw, but she'd accept either.
"I didn't know he was an otaku...or I guess a weeb would be the right term, since he's foreign?" Nemuri's giggles tapered off slowly, and she lowered her hand, pretending to swipe a tear from her eye in the process. A bit of sand followed after. Eh, whoops. "Fuck, that's rich. Tokyo's a big city, isn't it? These coincidences are going to be the death of me. I have to introduce you to Kenji one of these days. Take one look at the way him and Monty look at each other and, like, you'll just know. It's so obvious. It's great."
Like how he used to look at Sohma? Or how Sohma at Misuzu?
Stop talking about baby gays to the guy who got his heart broken, dammit!
Mamoru's reassurance that his repayment of the loan would not put a hole in his bank account gave her a little more relief, though her stance didn't soften much. She didn't like the thought of him using the loan as an excuse to visit, just to pay in installations. If that became the case then once the loan was paid, what would he do? No, with that viewpoint, it would be best he get it off his chest so he could come by on his own terms, without any ulterior motives. Nemuri huffed softly, feeling slightly defeated, and entirely on accident as well. That stupid sad smile of his...
"Fiiiiiine, fine, if it takes a weight off your shoulder I guess I'll deign to accept money from you. What torture." Nemuri shrugged, still leaning over the chair. "I use that Donnie Annie stuff for colors, but for bleach I usually go to the salon. I don't wanna risk burning anything or ending up with, like, splotches of darker yellow. Is silver shampoo better than purple?...wait, is purple for white-blonde, and silver for blonde-blonde? Crap," she pursed her lower lip out, "I've been dyeing my hair for six years and I don't have any of these things memorized. I've been six different colors since high school. And Misuzu's been a blonde for, like, two years now. I should know this. Fuck my brain."
The door to the shop opened with the little bell ringing, and Misuzu went to greet the customers, leaving the door to the kitchen unguarded just as Sohma started to walk towards it. None the wiser he pushed it open and peeked out. The door opened inwards, so he didn't step into the cafe, but upon not seeing Nemuri immediately behind the bar he would have to stick his head out to see her. So that was what he did. His loose black hair held up in a ponytail, apron wrapped around his waist, and a pair of deep green gloves on his hands; Sohma stepped into the cafe just enough to be visible, peering around for a familiar head of cherry red hair. Why she wasn't behind the counter he wasn't sure. Usually she didn't take orders or handle customers herself. And he saw Misuzu very quickly from across the room because she was the smallest thing here, and also because he was just...used to finding her wherever she was.
What he wasn't used to was trying to determine an old, familiar face that he hadn't seen in quite some time, especially one with a different hair color who was also partially hidden by Nemuri's back. Sohma tilted his head.
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