꒰🫀꒱: Mmyeah. Think I’ll call it quits with Shin. Love playing the guy, but can’t get much with him going, struggling to get followers, and the lack of interest is making it an easy incentive not to be active.
I’ll give it another shot with a new muse in the future. 🫡
lose track. Mind if I stick around until the one I'm looking for shows up? "
Reclining back in his seat, a small whiff is given to the air.
" I’ve got nowhere better to be if it’s going to smell this good all day... "
His knuckles whitened, tension building from the clench of his fists. He forced himself to relax, knowing there was no use in responding with anger.
Resorting to violence wouldn’t make her budge.
" I 'spose you’re right. Seeing different faces every day would make easy to
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“ nope—! ”
her voice is singsong, complimenting the sizzle of oil that hisses from her pan as she slides it over the stovetop flame.
“ maybe you’re such a big shot somebody in your world that everyone knows your name. but there’s no policy that says a waitress has to ask her
He fixed her with a scrutinizing stare. Questioning, but careful to maintain a neutral posture, revealing no hint of hostility.
" What do you mean you don’t keep tabs? Surely you know the names of your most frequent customers. "
“ vegetable—? that’s new. ”
she watches him carefully, distrustfully. . . but then, slowly, she turns her back to him.
“ okay, fresh vegetable gyoza, on the line. ”
the Hole dweller turns her head, picking up a clove of garlic. she was oddly upbeat.
“ sorry, I don’t keep tabs. ”
" Oi… "
With an exasperated sigh of defeat, he peeled off his mask and dropped into a seat. His fingers tapping at the menu, feigning interest as though he were actually reading it.
" An order of vegetable gyoza… and a list of your regulars. Please. "
her again—? as if he wasn’t standing in the rubble of her door. and she just did a repaint on the outside wall. . .
“ welcome to the Hungry Bug. . ? ”
she slowly shrugs her soldiers, hands dipping below the counter.
" You again❔"
Visibly confused behind the eyeholes of his mask, he glanced down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hands.
“ The address checks out. But he would’ve mentioned if the target was you. ”