Yummy! Sex and Sugar! [Wanting: DANCERS]

You should join this sex-tastic yaoi RP!

I think I will. <3	60.5%	[ 52 ]
Ewies, yaoi. D;	9.3%	[ 8 ]
Maybe I will. . . . . maybe I wont'. . . >>;	30.2%	[ 26 ]
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[ButtonMushroom]

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Hiroshi paused in looking around the room for his manager when he spotted the newcomer. Or rather, he had heard him coming through the back door and slip in unnoticed. He eyed the man curiously. Such pretty black hair he had! His eyes were very captivating. And that skin...it had a beautiful paleness that Hiroshi didn't see very often with Japanese men. Hiroshi's smile widened when he thought about what it would taste like on his tongue. He strolled over to him and, beating down the urge to greet him like he would in France, he bowed politely. Hiroshi knew that Japanese people were more reserved with their greetings than Europeans; they didn't go around kissing people's cheeks unless they knew each other closely. Inwardly he sighed. Hiroshi wished Japanese people were more open though, since it would make his sex life a helluva lot easier.

Before he could properly introduce himself to the handsome-looking guy, however, another person had stepped in and introduced himself, as the manager. Hiroshi smiled deviously. So this was his boss, a member of the Oochai family. Well, he certainly was the gorgeous eye-candy. Sharp eyes, though they held a certain charm, and a very nice body to boot. Hiroshi would have no problem wanting to get to know his boss personally, as long as he thought his baking was fine. He shook the man's hand firmly, and said, "Nice to meet you, Monsieur Ryo. Eet ees a pleasure to finally meet you een person." Hiroshi nodded his head, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Euh, oui! I am zee 'ead Chef of your boulangerie, your bakeree. I hope zat I weell leeve up to your expectations!" Hiroshi hoped his accent wasn't too thick for anyone to understand. The last thing he wanted was miscommunication between his cooks and manager. It would be terribly unprofessional and embarrassing for him, especially since his co-workers, so far, looked absolutely delicious.

Turning his attention to the other male, Hiroshi smiled. "'Allo zere! I am Ichinomiya Hiroshi, ze 'ead chef. I hope zat we weell get along great!" He truly hoped so, since it would be a major shame if they didn't. Getting along with each other meant smoother relationships with the customers, since food seemed to reflect what your mood was. Arguing coworkers meant unhappy customers, which made an overall unhappy for Hiroshi. His attention shifted to the next man entering the building, eyes scanning him with curiosity. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing a nice sneak-peek of his collarbone. His jeans clung nicely to his legs, and probably made his a** look nice, which was always a plus for Hiroshi. He gave the new pretty face, Yukio, a harmless smile and bowed. "Allo! You are zee 'ead waiter? Ah c'est merveilleux*!" He said with a grin as he rose from his bow. "Very nice to meet you zen! I am Hiroshi, but you, ahnd everybody else, can just call me "Heero'."


(*Translation: boulangerie = bakery
Ah c'est merveilleux = Ah that's wonderful)





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[Wielder of Mighty Pencil!]

Kuri means chestnut. Joke about it and you'll feel how spiny my shell is.

If you can't take the heat...

Damn! Spotted! It took most of Kuri's self control to stand slowly and in a dignified manner, instead of levitating like a startled cat. Somehow he managed, and took the offered hand. So this was the manager.

So, these two were technically his superiors. That did not mean that Kuri had any intention of kowtowing, or anything silly like that. Oh, he'd be polite; he didn't want to get fired, after all. But that didn't mean that he couldn't, in some small way, be in charge of himself.

He'd been good at that in his last few jobs, even to the point where his bosses ha done their best not to approach him unless it was absolutely necessary.

When Kuri shook Ryo Oochai's hand, he exerted enough to pressure to, hopefully, let the man know that while Kuri would be accepting paychecks from him, he'd better not do anything silly like tell him what to do.

In many ways, Kuri had yet to grasp the basic workings of jobs. He always thought of the boss as someone who handed out the money, not as the person who gave orders.

"Kuri Hakuyama," he said simply. "It's a pleasure." If his words had been any colder they would have caused serious damage by freezing to the man standing in front of him. He took his hand back very quickly and folded his arms. He nodded at Hiro when he noticed the bow (the man was his direct boss, after all), but couldn't help but privately wonder how French someone could be before it was legal to kill them.

Oh, and now there was another person. Kuri raised an eyebrow. Well, it looked like this would be the pre-work gathering. And why did he get the feeling that everyone was sizing up everyone else?

Suddenly uncomfortable and unwilling to show it, Kuri sharpened his habitual glare. What was this, a modern samurai drama? Or, no... Oh, wouldn't this just be fantastic. Well, they could all do whatever they wanted, as long as they left him the hell alone.

Kuri took a very careful step back away from his coworkers. Belatedly, he realized that even a small movement such as that would be noticed and remarked upon. He quickly leaned against the wall, making his backing up seem delibrate.

...Then get the hell outta my goddamn kitchen!

[Nicole D. Wolfbane]

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NOLAN REYES

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Nolan Reyes was not used to all of this. He was probably the tallest out of all the people in the massive group in front of the Yummy! Sex and Sugar. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being stared at all the time. He was tall, handsome, and he was a dancer. People came to watch him all the time. But something about this whole thing made Nolan rather embarrassed. Maybe because he was basically working at a gay-bar bakery? The thought of his parents pushed itself back in his head. He remembered the argument he and his parents had right before he left for Japan only a few years ago. "Mother, I'm gay!" He had shouted at her to shut her up. And it indeed shut her up. His father had gone off though. Anyways, lets just say that Nolan is still a little insecure about his sexuality out in public.

The tall young man let out a sigh when he saw another blond push his way and walk into the place. Then another person. That was his cue. He pushed through the crowd, mumbling pardons and excuse mes. Once people started to realize that he was actually going to the bakery, they started to surround him and started asking him questions. Some of their Japanese was so fast and so jumbled, he couldn't quite understand. No! He wasn't slow! He just wasn't as fluent in Japanese as other people were. He'd only been speaking the language for about three years now without any background in it. He looked over people's heads and saw that one of the men addressed the crowd before walking in. "Psh." He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He would have to work with that? Nolan wasn't one to talk. He was show-offy too sometimes. Well, when he was dancing he was. But he considered that part of his career, not everyday life. But whatever, he continued to push his way through the crowd until he managed to get to the doors.

He slipped through the doors and looked back to see if anyone was following him in. Luckily, no one was. He turned toward the bakery and paused in awe. It was nothing that he expected. It was light in color. Very...well...cozy? Would that be the word? Eh. His eyes wandered and then fell on the stage. A small smile appeared on his lips. He would own that s**t. That stage would be his. Nolan could hear some voices nearby. He looked around and walked in a little further. He wondered who else was here, but he quickly got his answer. A French man was talking. He could tell by the accent and certain words and phrases. No, Nolan couldn't speak French, but he could sort of distinguish it.

Quietly, the young man walked over to the group, giving a small salute as a greeting. When he wasn't on stage, he was really shy. On stage, boy, look out! He lets his emotions run over and lets his body move. Previously, he was an interpretive dancer. How did he get this job again?
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[Lady Pelvic]

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I'm.feeling.yummy.head.to.toe.

D0n't have much patience s0 lets g0!

...:Man, there is so much heat beneth these clothes:...

Hellllllllooooooo nurse handsome. Ryo got slightly distracted when Mr. tall, thin, and handsome strolled in the doors. A dark brunette, long hair draping over his shoulders, dark orbs, and the best part. . . . his shirt unbuttoned. His heart began racing, and he could feel the blood pumping to the lower parts of his body. Damn. It was becoming harder and harder to remain like the sweet, boss. Someone who was composed, and worth respect. He just wanted to pull that sexy brunette hair back, and have his way with him. Ryo tried his hardest to refrain from thinking dirty thoughts about this new comer. The Oochai's eyes were about to roll back in estascy, and began to foam at the mouth. If Ryo could describe was a sex god would look like, this would be him. Buisness mode! He had to continue to remind himself. When the man spat out a greeting, Ryo was at a loss for words. He was to busy fantasizing about Yukio's lips around his d**k. Drinking his sugary juices, looking up at him while doing it. Oh yes. BUISNESS MODE RYO! BUSINESS MODE! Ryo happly took his hand, with a firm grip. Ryo's theme song. j**z in my pants. 'Holding your hand is like having sex to me. ' Yes. That's exactly how it felt. If Ryo wasn't fighting so hard to keep up the professional chrarade, he might of . . . . well. . . . jizzed in his pants. Yukio almost made him cream himself with his charming smile, and cute voice. He just wanted him to just blow him, right here. Right now. In front of everyone. Ryo has no shame. " Nice to meet you, Yukio. Oh, Ryo please. " Mr. Oochai. Wasn't much like Ryo to be called 'Mr.'. " Nice of you to join us! Yukio this is Hiro, and this is Kuri was it? We're all going to be working well together.

Ryo quickly returned his attention to the blonde, the femine, but still sexy blonde. Ryo chuckled. He was used to comments like this. 'Pleasure to meet you in person. It's really you. Etc. etc. ' It wasn't every day when someone got to work with an Oochai. If someone had Oochai as a referance on their resume, it was almost like an instant ticket into whatever job you were qualifing for. The Oochai's name was THAT powerful. And Ryo would do his best to maintain that power in his family's name. The handshake with Kuri went rather odd. . . . it deffently was a turn off. . . . No. Actually it didn't arouse him, but it certainly didn't turn him off. It would take a bleeding v****a to make Ryo's meat shrivel. He didn't get a friendly vibe like he was from Hiro and the others. Especially when he took a step back, retreating from the rest of the crew. Maybe he was sheltered, and wasn't used to working with others? No, that couldn't of been right. He was a cheif, he had to be a team player to work in his profession. Well, surely he would learn more about Kuri as the day went. Who knows, maybe he would get head from him later. The day just begun right? So there was always hope. Even if he didn't get head today, tomorrow was a brand new day. Ryo was a persistant mother ********. So far, Ryo couldn't complain about his crew. First, a girly french head cheif. Cheery, and seemed rather friendly. Ryo was interested in finding out exactly how friendly Hiro was. Second, a dark, cold, pale, yet handsome man. Seemed rather anti-social, and distant, but maybe Ryo could work his way underneath Kuri's skin and touch the cutie that Ryo knew was deep inside. . . . . then later get a blow job. Third, a man taking the apperance of a sex god, seemed excited for the job, but carried a laid back feature about him. But really, Ryo was going to be the one laying back when this apparent sex god sucked on Ryo.

And another man came in shortly after Kuri and Ryo's introduction. Again, another hottie with a body, with lips made for d**k sucking. Short dirty blonde hair, shimmering eyes hidden behind glasses, and . . . . what a body this guy had. Ryo's hands felt the need to explore, but were shoved in his pockets, his fingers twiching here and there. Poor guys, trying to get inside the building, squeezing through all the paparazzi and whatnot. It was times like this where it sucked to be an Oochai, paparazzi were all over them like white on rice. Ryo was checking out the dancers body, descretly of course. Yes, he recongized this mans face also in the paperwork. He was the LEAD dancer, so that must of meant he knew how to his those hims. As with Yukio, Ryo's heart began to pump faster. This was going to be one of the handsome devils up on stage, rocking his hips? Oh as more and more of his staff began to arrive he became more and more thankful for this job. Maybe running Yumm! Sex and Sugar wasn't going to be so bad after all. Besides, having all these sexy young men as eye candy throughout the WHOLE DAY. Hell yeah! And he was their boss too! Whatever he said goes. So when Ryo says blow, they should respond ' How fast? ' Oh Ryo loved his job. Being an Oochai paid off sometimes. And this was one of those times." Hello there. I'm Ryo Oochai, welcome to Yummy! Sex and Sugar. Join us. This is Kuri, one of our cooks, Hiro, our head cheif, and Yukio, our head waiter.

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❝Stop t a l k i n g and b l o w me. ❞
Harder♥Better♥Faster♥Stronger♥
Your horny manager. - R.y.0

[Nicole D. Wolfbane]

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NOLAN REYES

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I'm too sexy for your l o v e ♥ ♥ ♥

Something was off. Nolan couldn't quite put his finger on it. He zoned out for a moment and looked around some more. The walls were gentle colors. Fine. Well, having stage for dancers is pretty weird for a bakery. But he had seen some pretty weird stuff in Japan, so it shouldn't be too big of a shocker for him. He let out a small sigh, then his attention snapped back when someone started talking. That someone was Ryo Oochai. So this was one of the great Oochai family members. Even back in Nolan's hometown he had heard about the family. He didn't know too much about the man that stood before him, but he figured he would get to know a lot about him soon enough. He didn't know how right he was. When Nolan looked over Ryo again, he couldn't help but think, well....No, no! That was his boss! He couldn't like his boss, right? Boy how conservative Nolan was. Poor guy didn't know what he got himself into.

He could feel Ryo's eyes look over him. But those hetero-chromatic eyes seemed to be doing more than looking him over. Did this guy have X-ray vision or something!? It felt like it. Nolan tried to quietly clear his throat before ryo started to speak again. He introduced himself, and the others around. As he introduced each person, Nolan turned his head to look at them. First was Kuri. Long black hair that was pulled up now. He seemed a little...what was the word...distant? He did seem to not want to be part of the group...Then Ryo introduced the head chef, Hiro. Ah, the French man. But he didn't look all French. He looked like he had some Asian in him too. And seeing by the name, he must have been. Yuiko worried him a little. He came in with an unbuttoned shirt. He seemed a little sloppy in Nolan's opinion. But Nolan was used to wearing suits and things. In fact, he was wearing one now. Tie and all. He felt a little...well, overdressed now that he looked at everyone. Boy, he felt self conscious. Hopefully that would change real soon.

After introducing everyone, Nolan figured it was his turn. He always hated introductions. "I'm.." He started, thinking if he was being too formal with his words or not. "I'm Nolan Reyes." He supposed he should say his profession too, right? "I'm the lead dancer." He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck. Why was this so embarrassing? maybe it was because he was in front of a group of hot guys, completely over dressed and completely out of his comfort zone? Yeah, that could be it.
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[ButtonMushroom]

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╔═══════ ❝ Today's ⓢⓟⓔⓒⓘⓐⓛ is. . . ═══════╗

The cold reception from Kuri caught Hiroshi off-guard, but didn't show it on his face. He usually didn't get a welcome like that unless they either knew he was gay, thought he was all-French, or was just plain antisocial. Well, they were all working at a gay bar-esque bakery and Kuri had to have known that or else he probably wouldn't of taken the job in the first place, so discrimination against being gay had to be out. Hiroshi's accent wasn't too hard to understand, and there weren't that many people near his age who showed their dislike towards gaijins, at least not in public. So, Hiroshi just stuck to the antisocial option, and didn't let it ruin his good mood. Besides, this guy was one of his cooks, meaning he'd have plenty of time to try and make this guy come out of his shell. A cook had to be well-versatile and be able to work very well with others; if Kuri wasn't a team-player they would have a problem. Hiroshi didn't want to worry so much about that matter, since they were all still getting to know each other and since he was Kuri's direct boss, he could find some time to question him later. He took notice, though, of how he stepped away from the group to lean against the wall and inwardly sighed. Yes, he had a long way to go before Hiroshi would try to taste the other male, and he could hopefully reign in his hormones enough not to let himself get distracted by his beauty in the kitchen.

His attention shifted once more to the next person to enter the establishment. Hiroshi smiled curiously at this man, who seemed rather shy but looked handsome. Very nice blond hair, and he could just tell there was good body hidden under all those clothes. Hiroshi always had a soft spot for meganes, from his affair with his cooking mentor at culinary school back in France. He chuckled silently from the memories that were brought to life in his mind; canoodling at the Eifle Tower, making out behind the butresses at Notre Dame, having sex in one of the lifts on the way to Pompidou Centre's roof. Good times, very good times. Ryo's voice brought him out of his reminiscing and back to the present. He glanced at his manager and felt his smile grow a little bigger. So his manager was taking some interest in the man too, was he? Then again, he had been giving all of them some hungry looks. Well, now. Hiroshi eyed his manager with some interest. If his poor manager was so hungry, Hiroshi couldn't let the man starve, now could he? Perhaps he'd approach Ryo about some special dessert of his own, later.

Hiroshi turned his head to the glasses man, who had introduced himself as the lead dancer. He gave the man a friendly smile, his green eyes reflecting his pleasant previous thoughts. "'Allo, Nolan. Nice to meet you!" He said jovially. Hiroshi took a moment to go over to the coat rack, to relieve himself of his scarf and coat. He had forgotten to take them off before, when he first entered the establishment, and he couldn't really think with so many layers of clothing on. He fixed the top of his turtleneck before rejoining the group with a smile. As head chef, Hiroshi would need to start coming up with desserts and such for the menu. Before he could do that, though, he'd need to check the stock and see what him and Kuri would have to work with. First, though, he wanted to wait and see who else arrived. Then he'd get busy.







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[Whorable conclusion]

Ring around the rosey.

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❤ Ryu Creme ✘
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Ryu walked through the cold windy air as his face was burried in his navy blue scarf, his long black hair covering his dark icey gaze. Ryu stopped in front of the store, 'Yummy! sex and sugar.' I guess this is it. Ryu thought as he took out his hands covered with a leather glove. Ryu looked around to hear a loud comotion from where he was and turned around to see lots of the poperatzi, panicing Ryu walked quickly to the back of the store where it was much quieter and didn't have very much of them. Ryu walked into the store taking off his leathery gloves, and his scarf. Ryu saw what he thought who the maneger and another man talking. What attractive men... Ryu thought with a slight blush of his cheeks.

Ryu mentaly slapped himself. I'm going to be working with them! I shouldn't be thinking like this. Ryu thought as he turned around takig off his long black wool coat, wiping away his long black bangs that covered his dark blue gaze. When Ryu got all his stuff off he looked around, turning his head trying to find where they would get their uniforms. Ryu's long legs started walking torwards the maneger and the other man, but stopped before he could get to close.

Pockets full of Posey

Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

((( Sorry I didn't write something as long as all yours :[ )))

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As a few stray snowflakes began to fall, a tall raven haired man was practically skipping his way to work. Why, one might ask? Well, it certainly had to do with the three cups of coffee that contained at least a pound of sugar, the large rainbow sprinkle covered doughnut that he bought at a coffee shop on the way, and the fact that he was working on his second cherry lollipop. And all that before noon. Not only was Hideki all hyped out on sugar, he was excited. He was finally going to be starting his new job at Yummy! Sex and Sugar! What could possibly be better than being a host at a bakery that not only made really cute confections but hosted a variety of gorgeous men dancing around on a stage in nothing more than g-strings? Not much. Not much at all.

He slowed his pace a bit when he approached the shop, seeing all the reporters and paparazzi. The continuous flashing of the lights from the cameras was nearly blinding and could easily send someone into a seizure, but that didn't phase the host. All that press meant the shop was going to be mobbed and that meant he would get to meet a lot of new people, and possibly, a lot of new friends. That very concept made him even more excited as he pushed his way through the crowd, smiling and waving at the flashing cameras and making sure to avoid any questions that the reporters started firing his way.

After finally making it to the front door, he yanked it open, stepped inside and closed it behind him. He carefully readjusted the white garment bag that was slung over his shoulder and used his free hand to gently glide over his pristine hair, wiping away and clinging flake of snow that had settled on it during his travels to work. His brick colored eyes scanned the shop, and he couldn't help the large smile that grew on his face. The artwork on the walls was something beyond adorable and come on, they were large cupcakes with faces painted on them. What was not to love? His optics scanned over the stage where the smile turned into a bit of a grin. Suddenly, he realized that the stage was slowly becoming his favorite part of the shop.

Slowly, his eyes traveled over to the other men who were already there. As they passed over each and every one of them, the grin grew larger and larger. They were all hot. Looks like Hideki hit the jackpot. He practically skipped over to the group and used his free hand to pull the cherry sucker from his mouth with a soft pop. His lips and tongue were a deep crimson and slightly swollen from sucking on the candy. "Good afternoon, everyone! I'm Hideki, one of the hosts!”



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[Whorable conclusion]

Ring around the rosey.

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❤ Ryu Creme ✘
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When Ryu hung up his coat he looked around the little shop, there wheer a few more workers in the shop, and like most of them where probably already thinking, they where all hot one man looked quite girly and had long blond hair and light gray eyes, another one was tall with glasses and a short haircut. Ryu's eyes fell over one man with hair as black as night, and was admoiring the pictures of smiling deserts.

"Afternoon." Ryu mummbled as he looked in Hideki's direction. Ryu looked at one of the pictures that Hideki was looking at. It was an adorable picture of a cupcake with pink frosting and a vanilla base. The cupcake was smiling brightly with little red dots on the cheeks that looked like it was blushing. "So cute!" Ryu said outloud by mistake as he giggled quietly. Ryu looked down in embaressment, he hadn't giggled outloud for a very long time.

Ryu turned to Hideki. "My name is Ryu, I'm one of the waiters." Ryu said as he held out his hand to shake with Hideki. Ryu looked around the store again. It was the cutest store he had ever been in. Ryu's long, dark black hair fell over his eyes again, as he pushed them away with his long finger. Ryu looked back torwards the front door, it was getting really loud out there from all the poperatzi and the screaming fans. "Why are they so loud?" Ryu asked outloud as he covered the ear that was facing the door.

Pockets full of Posey

Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

[Nialathy]

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"Hello, my name is Yukio, how can I serve you today?"™

Yukio smiled and turned to the blonde man, the first to greet him after he walked in. He was very cute, and that long blond would certainly be fun to pull on… He quickly pushed those thoughts away; everyone here was certainly going to act professional, and not sleep with everyone that worked there, right? Well, until they broke that, he wouldn't. Maybe he'd sleep with a few customers, but that couldn't be that bad… Waitresses slept with customers all the time, why should he be any different, just because he was a man? Well, there was no reason. At least, not any that he could think of. She returned the man's bow, "It's nice to meet you, as well, Hiroshi." He said casually, raising himself back up from the bow. His attention strayed from the blond haired man, to the tall pale man with dark hair. He too was cute, but he was fairly… Cold. And his words backed that feeling up. Hopefully he wouldn't be a waiter, he didn't seem very friendly, and that could hurt the business, if the customers caught bad vibes. Hopefully he would be… A cook. Yes, that way he'd be known but not seen. And, that blond man, Hiroshi, maybe he could rub off on him. Hopefully at some point in time Hiroshi could rub off on Yukio, too. He quickly pushed those thoughts aside once more though. Where was he getting all of these thoughts? He wasn't usually… Well, that perverted.

He turned his head as another man walked in; he was cute, too. Shorter hair than Hiroshi, also a bit less… Shiny? Would that word be appropriate? Well, it must have been, for it was the only word he could come up with to describe it. He had a rocking' body, though. What was he? Hopefully a dancer, Yukio would love to watch him throw his body around the stage… He quickly shot his gaze back the Oochai, listening to his words with an obvious eagerness in them. He grinned as Ryo spoke, "Well, Ryo it is then" She said casually, "It's nice to met you Kuri, Hiro." She said, smiling at them both, bit it was a bit more… Sincere, to Hiroshi. Kuri gave Yukio bad vibes; he didn't want to get to know him too well if he was going to disrupt his mood, especially if it could carry into his work. A dissatisfied customer was bad for business. But, then again, he could always… Satisfy the customer in other ways to make up for it. Perhaps it would be better than giving them a happy waiter, for they'd have their own happy member. He looked back to the short-blond haired man as Ryo spoke again, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said simply, as he hadn't heard the man's name yet. Ah. Nolan, so that was his name. It was a cute name, simple. Oooh~ Goodie. He was a dancer; the lead dancer. So, Yukio would get to watch him in a cute little dance suit after all… That thought sent his mind into overdrive again. He was getting a little too excited.

He jerked his eyes away from the dancer, shoving the images of him giving Yukio a private show away. There were now two new men in the room; one hadn't said anything, the other said his name and position. He nodded towards the proclaimed Host. He was cute, as well. Ah, so, the second man decided to speak as well. And, he was a waiter? Well, hopefully he wouldn't be as quiet with the customers. As waiters, it was their duty to give the customers a good impression. "Hello Hideki, Ryu. I'm Yukio; the Head waiter." He said casually, smiling. Hopefully the man with the similar name as their manager wouldn't be too surprised at who the head waiter was. And hopefully, he would be more vocal and friendly, and not seem so awkward. But perhaps it was only Yukio who felt like Ryu was awkward.

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Tell me everything all night long.....

.....then let's go at it and have some fun.

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It's no walk in the park to dance all day and move all night and listen to you all cry and talk back with no shame. I know you think I'm insane, and I've got to agree, I'm not all there. Watch the crowd as they stop and stare. It doesn't matter, I'm losing control. All eyes on me as I hit the floor, and rock my body like the sea on the shore. No I can't take it. I just can't take it any more...

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Nova walked down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, not at all acting as late as he was just then. He was currently already five minutes late for getting to the infamous gay bar/ bakery, but he was not one to suddenly break into a sprint for the sake of walking through a door at the right moment on the right day. He looked around, sighing as person after person rushed by him, their faces grim lines of worry as they moved through a chaotic day in a chaotic life ruled by a pale face with twelve number and two hands. How do they live like that…? Better yet, why? If they just stopped for a moment… Nova thought, shaking his head. He didn’t get it… then again, not many go him either, so it was pretty even. Just then Nova looked up in time to see the eccentric sign of the place he was seeking out for… surrounded by a hoard of people. Nova paled at the sight of them all and trembled slightly at the thought of having to walk through them, but biting his lip he straightened up and forced himself to move forward. He hadn’t bothered to read all that much into it, because all he really needed to see was the words ‘sex’ and sugar’ in the same line and he was sold. For one with such a calm air, Nova could not resist these two things in the slightest.

Tugging the door open once he had reached it, Nova peered around in interest after taking a few breaths, taking in the cute design and layout, he eventually spotted all the others crowded in the room and headed over. Nova was immediately interested. Never had he stood in such a crowd of nothing but some of the hottest men he had seen in his life. Yes, he would like it here very, very much, and couldn’t wait to see how this was going to inspire new ideas for his novels. Really, how could it not?

Nova approached the group, quietly, his unusual light green eyes taking in each face in interest before he caught sight of what was definitely the boss. The man oozed confidence… and want. Hmm… So our bossed is about as turned on as I am right now… He does a good act at hiding it… but at the same time it is so painfully obvious. But damn is he fine… the boy thought, just managing to not lick his lips. This urge grew harder to hold down as he took in the other faces… and bodies. This was more than inspiration and a bit of fun, this was heaven. Taking a breath, Nova easily forced such thoughts from his mind and calmed down, appearing as gentle and calm as ever as he quietly put forth his information, “Hello, I’m Nova. Sorry if I’m a bit late, that is quite a crowd outside. I’m one of the dancers. It’s nice to meet you…” he said, his voice friendly and soft. Nova often got strange looks when saying things like this. He didn’t have the air of a dancer or someone who had had sex with more guys than he cared to count, and every one having been a one night stand. Nova didn’t seem like such a person, but he could assure you in ways that didn’t need words that he had done it. He had done it all.

[Whorable conclusion]

Ring around the rosey.

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❤ Ryu Creme ✘
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Ryu looked at the man who approached him saying he was the head waiter. He hand long hair, much like his own, but a tad bit lighter and looked more silky, and soft. It made Ryu want to touch the mans hair but he refrained from doing so. "Nice to meet you, Youkio. My name is-, well you already know." Ryu said as he stuck his arm out to shake Youkio's. Ryu looked at Youkio he was tall, nicely built. Broud shoulders, nice waist, beautiful face.

Ryu never thought of himself as 'Hot' or 'Good looking' considering he never even lost his first kiss and he was 23. Ryu felt like he didn't belong, just like evrywhere else. All these men had nice bodies. Ryu mentally slapped himself again for having more of these outrageous thoughts about the workers around him again. Ryu's gaze was wondering around the shop stopping on every worker and examining them for a few seconds.

The shope was adorable, and he loved it. Ryu's gaze fell back on Youkio as he gazed over his body looking for even one flaw.

Pockets full of Posey

Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

[Wielder of Mighty Pencil!]

Kuri means chestnut. Joke about it and you'll feel how spiny my shell is.

If you can't take the heat...

"Hakuyama, actually," Kuri finally managed to say sharply. He was feeling a bit dizzy what with all the sudden happenings and arrivals, but damned if he was going to be called "Kuri" by everyone here! He had an aversion to being called by his first name by people he did not know.

And every time someone new came in, there was that look! Everyone turned to stare at the newcomer, while the newcomer sized them all up in turn. Kuri rolled his eyes. There was such a thing as subtlety, people. For instance, the way Kuri had actually resisted baring his teeth and snarling at someone was subtle. Well, maybe just remarkable self-control, but still. And he wanted very much to snarl at someone.

Actually, he really wanted to be left alone in the kitchen to do his job, where it would be too busy for talk. And hopefully too busy for unsubtle looks. He was getting embarrassed just by being in the company of these fools, and no one was even there to see. Kuri brightened slightly. Even when the customers arrived, no one would see him. Another kitchen bonus.

Hmmmm.... Maybe he could make banana cake. He loved banana cake, and there were always opportunities to sneak some home with you when you were a cook. On that note, some chocolate whiskey cake wouldn't go amiss either.

But first the idiots would need to stop talking. Kuri leaned his head back and let it smack lightly into the wall behind him. Introductions. He shouldn't even need to be here for this; he could never remember names, anyway. Even if he made the effort.

...Then get the hell outta my goddamn kitchen!

[SiNkOrAbEl]

Abel ~<3

Abel ran, not because he was late, well mainly because he was late. Other than that he couldn't seem to get his legs to calm down enough to not run. He was insanely excited, it was a miracle he had even gotten to bed last night. But one tired Abel was not on the menu today, a thought that had him laughing as he sprinted down the street, easily weaving through the people walking on the sidewalk. Someone was used to moving at a fast pace it seemed. Catching sight of the store he picked up his pace, hoping that he wasn't late enough to make anyone mad, that would be terrible. Just because his hair was an interesting blue today did not mean he wanted others feeling blue.

The crowd in front of the store had him pausing for a second, wondering how he was going to get through all the news people. Grinning, he ducked low, his long limbs and agile self easily skirting through most of the people unnoticed. That was a plus to looking so lanky, you could easily slip past people, or away from them. Most of the news people and other loud screamers didn't even notice Abel safely slipping into the store until it was too late. Though Abel did catch his jacket on the door and almost ended up face first on the floor of his new job, that would have been embarrassing.

Easily catching himself, he immediately noticed that he was in a room with a bunch of guys that had pretty much walked out of a magazine. Right? They looked like models, the perfect types to cater to every fantasy known to man, literally. Someone had picked the cream of the crop to make the most money in this business, that was for sure. Maybe Abel should not be so practical and aloof in his assessment of people that made most people swoon. Naw, it was too fun to just make them all 'wonderful friends' in his mind, how innocent of him~! Grey eyes swept the various people mulling around getting to know each other, taking in a breath.

"Hello everyone~" Abel smiled brightly and waved, his long sleeve finally falling away enough so his slender fingers could give a proper greeting. His other hand was completely engulfed by the too large shirt he was wearing. He even bowed, waiting for his turn to talk so he could maybe introduce himself. Abel was a polite boy of course, he wouldn't interrupt while others were talking.

[Roro-tan]

{{MO'S HERE !}}

"Jeez, It sure is cold out, huh?" said Mo, speaking to the lady at the counter, ringing him up. He was in the general store not far from his house, picking up some donuts and coffee for himself. They lady nodded her head in approval to him, waving as he left the store. He tugged at his flamboyant rainbow scarf, stray snowflakes hitting his nose. Mo sipped his coffee, making sure not to burn his tongue this time. He did that a lot.
Mo walked for a while until he finished his coffee. He stared at the cup with sad eyes, then was about to chunk it into a trashcan nearby until he saw a plethora of people standing outside a building. He walked near it, reading the sign above the door.
"Yummy! Sex and Sugar. My God, that sounds tasty." Mo then saw one small banner on the window next to the door.It said that one could win an early entry into the store by winning a ticket hidden inside a product from a company that was owned by the Oochai's. The general store. They were owned by them. It took him a while to figure it out, but when he popped the lid off the coffee cup he still had in hand, and the the word 'WINNER' in big letters, he screamed like the little gay boy he was.
The people turned around to look at him, staring at him in all his gay glory, jumping around like a three year old who just got a piece of candy. He yelled to them letting them know that he'd won, their void stares turning into envy. "Oh, fudge," he said before taking off in a mad dash. Women were chasing the crap out of him, only for that cup. His scarf flew away during the goose chase, causing Mo to u-turn and run for it. The women were baffled, and soon gave up, Mo not even noticing it. Momoi made his way back to the bakery that he'd just won an early entry to, and walked in with spunk.

❝I'm as straight as a rainbow!❞