sanitas ιsland || ғantasy нarvest мoon || (accepting)

[Shameful Baby-Sama]

ℜesiding ✥ Bakery ℂompany ✥ Sam ʈhoughts ✥ Coffee to Quench the Hunger ℂlothing ✥Now ℐournal ✥ Here




☾↺ ✣ ↻☽Jaida's attention had been captured by looking at the assortment of baked goods, not because she was thinking about purchasing one but simply because of wondering about the possibility of how they would taste. Of course, she could try one. It's not like would kill her, yet she knew fully well that ever since she had changed to her vampiric form that human food had no longer satisfied her. Her sense of taste seemed to be dull, no longer being able to taste the individual flavor that each food held. Because of this, she has just remained with drinking blood as her main source of food. Everything else is simply extra.

☾↺ ✣ ↻☽ Once the short pixie girl finished with her order, Jaida's attention was swayed, watching as the girl seemed to dart out of the bakery. Sometimes this town was just too lively... Usually in a town like this, Jaida wouldn't be able to fit in. Although, this town had some interestingly eccentric people; so she has been able to live among the people comfortably. Her main focus is to work, obtain blood, and stay out of social affairs. Believe it or not, she does not even attend festivals since she has never been interested in that sort of thing. "Uh plain coffee right?" The tender voice of the baker filtered through her ears, taking her eye sight away from the doorway and back towards the baker. She nodded promptly, walking up to the counter and resting her purse on top of it. "Yes just black, nothing extra." She moved her glove hand through her purse to grab her coin pouch, it being a velvet purple color. While most of her outfits were plain colors of white or black, her accessories were bought colorfully, adding taste to her fashion. Living for a long time had its perks; being able to save money and buy items later while not having to worry about age (If only fashion didn't change so much with each year). Her fingers opened the small pouch, grabbing out a couple dollars in change while the baker prepared her coffee.

☾↺ ✣ ↻☽ She had set the money on the counter when the baker dared try to ask if she would like anything else to have. Her eyes quickly glanced over to the fritters he was pointing at, looking fresh and new for the day. If she was anyone but who she is now, she would have grabbed one up the second she entered the store. Only, things are different now. "That would only be wasted on me." She stated, peeling her eyes away and looking over to the coffee pot. She could feel her hunger growing, begging for her drink to be delivered to her. She shouldn't have waited so long to get a proper meal, but lately no one had come into the bar that had suited her tastes. She had grown somewhat 'picky', never exactly being satisfied by the meals she had been targeting. The time between needing feeding was growing closer together; it usually having been two weeks... now it is less than a week. Why she was more hungry she was not sure. But this is a problem that coffee can only fix for so long. Her eyes left the coffee pot in attempt to forget about her hunger, turning back to the fritters. "Why fritters?" She asked curiously, though the tone in her voice didn't exactly show any interest.



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Sheryl frowned. The past few days hadn't been very significant at all. The last important day was on new years. She had spent the time with Tony. Sheryl looked down. Tony. He wasn't talking to her. Maybe she shouldn't have tried to push him. It was her fault he was ignoring and avoiding her. Sheryl sighed as she looked up from the floor. The shop was open and there were a few customers but she left it to her cashier. Sheryl was in the back ordering more music. She was scribbling on the paper how much she wanted of various artists that were hot at the moment. Then would come in listening to music from those not so well known. Sheryl often offered up five slots for her favorite musicians of the month. There wasn't as much as one would think, but there was enough to keep Sheryl busy. She envied them. They could sing and perform and she couldn't anymore. She missed it. She missed the masses cheering for her and cheering her name. She missed the audience singing with her. She missed making people smile with her music. Sheryl couldn't sing on a global scale anymore. After all, someone might recognize her. She wondered if the world would really hate her for what she was. She was part demon but she was also part human. Sheryl frowned. She still wanted to sing for someone... anyone...

Sheryl forced a smile. Her thoughts were too sad. Sheryl scribbled more on the paper and quickly sealed it. She'd mail it off later. Sheryl stood up from the chair she had been sitting on. She'd have to occupy her mind with something else. Sheryl looked at the various cds in the back and smiled weakly. She'd have to restock. Sheryl grabbed a few cds and put them in a box so she could easily restock. Sheryl walked out of the back and looked around. There wasn't as much customer around. Her eyes fell on the clock. It was half an hour to twelve. They were probably out eating. She looked over at her cashier and smiled. She walked to the the beginning of the cds and started to restock things. After all, she liked a nice and stocked music shop. As she began to sort the cds and restock as her mind wandered again. It wandered on the last festival and Tony again. She bit her lip. She shouldn't have confessed. He wasn't talking to her plus... plus... Sheryl grabbed the box of cds and moved down some. She started to stock again. Plus she knew more now than ever her feeling for him. She had been blind before but now... now she knew that she had a crush on her best friend. She was more than aware that he'd turn her down. They had joked about it before and he turned her down then. It would be the same outcome. Besides, he made it a point to not date his sexual partners and Sheryl did have a one night stand with him at one point. That put her in that category. Sheryl looked around. God she had put herself in a tight spot. She'd be rejected and possibly lose a friend. Sheryl ran her fingers through her hair and then gripped a bit of it, pulling down. She was stupid.

Sheryl restocked the place which took about another half hour to forty five minutes. Her mind remained on her problems but she tried to pull away from them. It was hard. Sheryl glanced over at the cashier and mentioned them taking their lunch break. She let her worker leave first. After all, she had a few things to do before she could lock it. Sheryl moved over the cash register and moved the money in the back. She'd put money in it once they came back. She turned off the lights and grabbed the music orders she filled out a while ago. She'd mail them off when she was out. Sheryl walked to the glass door and flipped the sign to 'closed' before walking out of the shop. She turned around and locked the door with her keys before walking over to the post office. Sheryl quickly made her way over there, keeping her face down. She wasn't ready to face Tony, not when she knew what his answer would be already. She mailed off her orders then left the post office.

Sheryl's stomach growled more loudly this time. Her heels made a soft clank as she walked along. Sheryl felt bad for herself but as her mind went over her problems over and over again it only made her feel worse. It wasn't because it was of self pity but because she was being selfish. Her she was worrying of her confession when Gigi was experiencing worse. Sheryl wrapped her arms around her chest and her arms grabbed onto their opposite arms. Gigi just lost her grandmother last season and recently had a miscarriage. Her feelings were nothing what Gigi was probably feeling. Sheryl frowned. She rubbed her arms out of nervousness. She was here thinking about herself when Gigi was hurting worse. She should be putting her thoughts on how to help Gigi feel better. She was a horrible friend. Sheryl's feet slowly lead her to the restaurant as her thoughts occupied her. She had started to write Gigi a song but... Sheryl glanced to the side. She wasn't sure if she'd sing it to Gigi even. Sheryl turned her eyes back down. What did she have to do? Sheryl started to list things off just to keep her mind off of sad thoughts.





Scotch b o n e

[psysusa]

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Anthony began to roll on his bed grumbling of the white crisp sheets sticking to his sweaty legs and chest. His head is dread had a head band keeping them away from poking an eye out. His eyes popped open as he heard movement from his sister Gabby’s room. Where the hell was she going? She never voluntarily left the house. As he heard her quickened footsteps he practically dashed out of his room in all fours only to hear her slam the door. “WHERE AROUND GOING GABBYBOO!” Tony collapsed in the foyer face down and Gabby returned to pick her purse. Ominous sounding chuckles came from the protective older brother and quickly turned into weeping sounds. “It’s about time she spends some time outside… She should tell me where she was going though…” Tony whether or not Gabby found him annoying, well who didn’t, but its more about him knowing of her whereabouts. He pretty much raised the girl with her sister but she always stayed home with their father. It was his duty to protect her after he put Gemma in danger once.

Tony had left his room in boxer briefs. No shame between family members. She lived with their father so he was probably worse and would have weird men’s thongs and what not. That surely must have scarred her beautiful honey eyes. Anthony pushed himself off the floor and walked back into his room. He picked out some fresh clothing and took a nice long shower, even going in and washing his hair. Tony wore a navy blue stretched v-neck shirt, gray jeans and some boots. He wasn’t really feeling the need to do anything. He’d rather nap by the beach later on or something. And just because of a few simple words his life couldn’t make sense. Having spent New Years celebration with Sheryl was awesome. He felt proud she could enjoy the festivities in comfort. Anthony had gone out and bought her a studio quality, sound proof head set. And then she confessed… He heart sank and almost burst out of his chest. Something he didn’t really think he could feel. Sure she was his best friend and he loved her. But did it really meant more than that. He had even thrown a hissy fit when she told him one of her casual partners. He tried being respectful but always threw a tantrum. Not to mention a full moon was coming soon… He thought he’d better make up with her and tell her his feelings since she already said hers. Plus it had already been a few days since then. Anthony felt he knew well how he felt with Sheryl. Might as well tell her before she thinks he won’t talk to her at all.

Now Anthony felt stupid. What if she wouldn’t talk to him or hear him out. Sure he did laugh at her confession thinking it was joke. And sure he screwed up even more freaking out and stopped talking to her. But she wouldn’t go that far as too ignore him as he had avoided her. Would she? Tony took his wallet and keys ready to leave the house. While in the front door he looked back convincing himself he couldn’t hide or lie to himself. He hated that being done to him and here he was avoiding his best friend.

Outside the weather was nice and he was as warm as ever. Tony went to cross through the park and go to Sheryl’s shop but she was probably going to be having lunch. As his dreads dried he took half of his hair and tied it in a sloppy bun, using two dreads to tie it up. He’d been thinking of getting them cut shorter for the summer but he really didn’t have the courage. So every now and then he would fix the ones coming lose. As he felt his heavy bun wouldn’t fall he lifted his head and saw Cheryl. For a moment he looked the other way and rubbed his chest. He was feeling like a teenager. In all honesty he was feeling very embarrassed. He could flirt easily. But he never felt this way. Brushing every embarrassing thought he hoped his face wasn’t red, turned and walked over to her. She seemed frustrated. She probably had been thinking of him. She had already passed him so he walked behind her and wrapped his arms over her, having to slouch to put his head on her shoulder. “You are under arrest! Feed me.” He chuckled at himself. Anthony is never aware of the stupid things he says so people never really take him seriously. It the same reason he can’t take relationships serious either. “Are you going to have lunch? Good, let’s go.” Of course she was it was lunch time. Anthony stood straight and took her hand to lead the way. They were extremely close so the walk wasn’t long. Soon his silence was broken by the sound of clinking utensils and chatter of the restaurant. They were led to the table and Anthony as always, pulled out the lady’s chair first and then sat. Reading through the menu he looked over it to look at Cherry. He didn’t even know how to start the conversation. Much less stare at her for long.




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[DevilishBuns]

███ ` LOCAL POLICE CHIEF
Outfit| Restaurant | Baby | Concerned, Mothering

Marina's pen glided along paper in an elegant, but still readable handwriting. Marina ripped the yellow note from her book and hooked in into the handles of a motorized scooter that had so clearly been parked in an area strictly designated for walking. It seemed kind of silly, Marina could recall some of the vehicles she'd flagged down for the same reason when she was still living in the city, the only difference was those were much bigger. Rules were rules though, and Marina was an officer that enforced those rules. It hadn't been their first stop, between leaving the station, and writing up this ticket, Marina and her canine companions had stopped some residents from literal, enforced speeding laws on one of the bike paths, and sniffed around the docks for any illegal contraband that one might try smuggling onto the island.

Marina stepped off the walking path, and regrouped with her dogs that had stayed to the side while their master handled the situation. "Well I'd say we've earned ourselves a little break" Marina chimed to the two canines, the police chief was not known for giving herself breaks, but the same did not apply if she was with someone, man or otherwise. Marina gathered both leashes in her hand, and began guiding the dogs to the park that was located right beside the station, it would be a brief break, then Marina would tackle the work she had waiting on her desk. At the park the dogs were let off their leashes, Marina found herself an unoccupied bench that gave her a good view of the area, so to watch her dogs. The chief wasn't concerned about her pets wrecking havoc on the other park visitors, it was the opposite, she was more concerned of strangers bothering the animals. Marina had trained both dogs up from pups, they were friendly creatures, but not so much that they would approach anyone in the area, animals were also great judges of characters. Unfortunately other people sometimes saw a fluffy creatures, and immediately thing to approach it without any caution.

Seeing the dogs were not being bothered for a moment, Marina closed her eyes, and relaxed her muscles for the first time since leaving the station. There was a calm serenity surrounding her, the chief officer was not against relaxation, it was just so rare to remember to do it. Marina snapped out of the short trance, her thoughts interrupted by the loud grumbling of her stomach. Breakfast hadn't been a big one that day, and as Marina thought about it more, it was nearing lunch time. Another wonderful thing about being at this park, beside it being to close to the police station was that on the other side the restaurant also resided on the other side. Marina whistled, getting the dog's attention, "Come girls, we're going to visit a friend". Marina reattached the leashes on the canines. and began walking directly across to the other side of the park.

Unfortunately for the dogs, Marina did not imagine Xerxes would appreciate the duo in his restaurant, no matter how well behaved they were. Marina tied the two leashes securely outside, and instructed the two dogs to stay. Inside there seemed to already be a small crowd formed around the kitchen, a bit strange, but Marina listened in before asking any questions. She could see concern in Xerxes's face, her eyes shifted to Gin's hand, which had been mentioned by the restaurant owner; the surface was beginning to turn all manner of colors except the one it was suppose to be. From what Marina had heard it seemed like Xerxes had the right idea, "Gin, Xerxes, good afternoon" Marina chimed in as she went past the two, Marina didn't have to be a cop to see that those two were meeting for a more intimate reason. With that though, and considering how close they were to the kitchen, Marina could only conclude the Baby had seen them, and had either thrown a fit or was crying.

The relationship Marina had with the little imp was strange to say the least, but it didn't make her adore him any less. Marina wasn't sure what his story was exactly, but she could tell by the way he acted that he hadn't been properly mothered by his real mother, Marina wasn't sure what the story behind that was, but it was a job she was more than happy to take. Entering the kitchen Marina found the little imp doing his job, she could see his horns had been ignited, but at least he hadn't lashed out at anyone. "Getting up to no good my little angel" Marina cooed softly, and jokingly. Baby was the farthest from an angel, but she still loved him all the same, "Come here sweetie, take a second off and tell me whats up" Marina offered, she's remained standing, extending her arms out halfway in case he was willing to let her hold him.




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[Moist Owlette]

💦RESTAURANT
💦BLAKE
💦OUTFIT
💦JOURNAL



Seren narrowed red eyes towards the waiter as he took Blake's order. The man was finally doing his job, but that hardly meant she was happy with how long it took him to show up in the first place. It was a little before the lunch rush that she arrived and meant the place had been closer to the empty side of things as she sat down in her booth. At least he was getting to them before he got to anybody else that might have walked in. With the waiter now gone, she watched as Blake began to take the time to think and write on her notepad to answer her. While Blake did that, she occupied herself with glancing around the restaurant. The place was small and she was honestly happy with that. Large places often times got too busy and the quality of service was often the first thing to go to compensate. Seren herself hadn't gotten the chance to really enjoy many larger restaurants, but her deceased fiance had told her about some of the big city type of communities of merfolk before.

Seren glanced back towards her present company in time for her to see the notepad as it was turned around. She read through the page and nodded her head. A genie! How interesting. She never thought they really existed, but she was also isolated to only learning about races that came to the island. Perhaps genies didn't get released very often? That would make sense considering that they supposedly granted wishes to the people who found them. "Interesting," she said, a smile on her lips. At least she wasn't in the presence of a human. Humans had the ability, sometimes, to learn magic so she had to ask. The humans that knew magic often acted as though they were as good as the more mythical creatures that could be found around town. Seren always felt the need to scoff at those types. "Since you are released now do you keep all of your powers? I have heard rumors of the power a genie can wield. Often you hear tales of a genie's power taking out civilizations and such! What a frightening amount of power." They typically weren't doing it out of evil intentions so much as doing as masters would will them, but those rumors spread even as far as under the ocean sometimes.

The waiter arrived with their meals and Seren perked up considerably as she picked up her fork and stuck it into the mound of lettuce and fruit. Popping the food into her mouth, she hummed with happiness. How could creatures prefer meat to something as sweet and delectable as fruit? "I shall never understand the carnivorous types," she said aloud as she ate some more of her meal. Should she ask any other questions about genies while she had the chance? Honestly, she hardly cared about anything she could ask the questions for. "How long have you been in town?" she asked, thinking about it. Seren couldn't remember ever seeing anybody as easy to notice as Blake in town. She often noticed quite a few people since she lived right off one of the beaches and the beach was a rather popular destination for the island. Course, Blake hardly seemed the type of person who would visit the beach. It was probably a rude thing to think, but at least she didn't say it aloud. That was better than usual, right?






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xX-CUPPICAKE-Xx

[Moist Owlette]

Inn :: Katsu + Chris :: Journal :: Outfit

Azazel grumbled various things to himself into the sofa cushion until he felt the need to breathe and lifted his face up to rest his chin down on the cushion instead. The man kicked his feet weakly again as he heard a bell jingling from somewhere behind him. He hardly bothered to move his head from staring at the other half of the couch because he knew who it was. The inn keeper was the only person he had met on this island who would wander around town with a bell on. Katsu began to speak and the demon could practically hear the grin that hardly ever left the man's face. The usual ever grinning inn keeper was one of the few people that typically found themselves on the better side of Azazel. "Ya don't wanna see my room," he said, laughing as Chris arrived to join in the conversation. Something about this inn attracted only the most graceful looking employees it seemed. "It ain't exactly the way ya had it when I arrived." The demon was far too lazy to actually clean his room. The floor was littered with trash from snacks, clothes of varying degrees of cleanliness, and quite a few crumpled papers that held reworked pages from his latest manuscript. Which reminded him that when he finished the newest chapter he would have to take it to Cassy to look over.

Azazel laughed as he turned over to better face his current company only to roll onto the floor with an, "Oof," coming from his lips. The demon rubbed at his head with one clawed hand before waving at the two people who had joined him. " 'Sides, yer lobby ain't bad either. Couch is comfy." He would know better than most people since he had hogged the couch for the last three seasons since his arrival. "Tea sounds kinda nice," he admitted as Chris got distracted by Katsu's current clothing of the day. Katsu and Chris both looked far more elegant compared to the writer who was currently laying on the floor with his wings pinned to the ground. They wore such fancy looking clothes and he was currently wearing ripped leggings, frayed shorts, and a plaid shirt. He wasn't anywhere close to elegant. He didn't even own anything you could really call elegant either. The only time he had bothered wearing something fancy was the first time his publisher dragged him to a big party held in a city after his first book launched. It had really, really sucked. Azazel had felt trapped and spent most of the party trying to loosen the clothes to feel better. He ended up hiding in another room nearly naked before he felt better.

"Matchin', huh?" Azazel lifted himself up onto his elbows to get a good look at the two inn workers. Katsu's typical style was still far different compared to Chris, but that was mostly because Katsu spent what Azazel imagined was a long time with that face make-up of his. "Ya'd look like a cute lil couple," he teased, laughing at his own joke as he stood up onto his own two feet. He would probably fly himself off someplace to get himself something to eat later, but for now he would stick around with these two. Besides, he had to go to the store anyways because he had eaten his last bag of chips last night. "Ya'll dressin' like that outta bring in quite a crowd. Who ain't gonna flock around such exotic beauties?" He wouldn't tell them that he already had plans to use them as inspiration for another story of his. That would likely and very potentially get him kicked out of the inn and he didn't think Cassy would be happy if he just suddenly showed up at his house looking for a place to stay.





Sakura Serenity Yuki


Shameful_Act

[Lace of Spades]

𝕱lower 𝕾hop; 𝕺wner
↳ Location [ restaurant > street ] ↳ Company [ many > xerxes ] ↳ Outfit [post layout] ↳ J o u r n a l

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Gin didn't wait long for an answer, in fact the imp in question had even ignited before coming her way. He didn't even have to yell for Gin to know how upset he was, but for what reason? His hissed comments were confusing and insulting, the elf blinked and stepped back quickly as he came closer to snap at her further. Was her absent mind so infuriating? Gin was speechless. She hadn't thought about looking in the office...no, she had figured the human was to meet her here in the open. She gripped her umbrella tightly in her free hand. Why on earth would she seek out to confine herself to a closed space with a human? Yet simply explaining this was obviously not going to work with this angry creature. She blinked as her confusion and frustration welled over at the threat to her well being. What had she done to deserve such rudeness? The imps waving clawed hand blurred as tears streaked down her face, a familiar voice then asked if she were waiting long. She turned on her heel and clutched the umbrella to her breast. Her heart jumped at the tall figure before her, they all seemed so innocent to begin with...all of them...

She did notice he had learned his lesson from new years, staying away the five feet she was comfortable with. That was considerate of him. She sniffled and looked down at her hand when he mentioned it, looking up once more she found him closer. A sob escaped her throat as he mentioned going to the hospital. She hadn't meant that to be outloud! "Sorry, sorry, sorry. You're r-right." She blinked furiously trying to stop her tears. Leaving was likely best. That's when Marina came in, greeting them as she came up. The elf didn't want to be the center of attention for such a terrible reason. Nor did she want to cause the little imp any more strife than he was already feeling. Which was apparently somewhat her fault...

The elf glanced down at her bruising hand, "Hello Marina-" she tried to stop her tick, how bad it looked when she repeated a name, but she was nervous and it always got worse then, "M-marina Marina...I had an accident. Xerxes...kind Chef already recommended I go to hospital. Offered himself to take me there, but but but Xerxes is here now..." Not a complete lie, Gin side stepped as Marina went into the kitchen. She shuffled her way around and in front of Xerxes. "L-lets go then! M-my hand hurts, yes." It was a good reason for her tears, blame her hand. It really did hurt to begin with. She hurried out of the building, squeaking when she used the wrong hand to push open the door. Finally outside she breathed and then fought the shivers of fear. Knowing he was coming after her, she even told him to do so. Still it was scary. She counted to ten in her head as she heard him open the door.

"Well well well, I need to buy a...a step ladder you see...metal one. Since I can't afford to lift my golems again after after after this." She lifted her hand to emphasize her meaning. Small talk was good, it was average right? She could do this! She did on new years, a walk to get her hand fixed was a cake walk after that.



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Moist Owlette


Shiny Buneary

[Elysium u l e]

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Round, round the vinyl disc span, the stylus riding around on the spiraling grooves to produce the masterpiece that was Vivaldi’s rendition of Stabat Mater which wafted blithely through the house like the smell of chocolate chip pancakes…and the faint odor of something burnt. Zaigan Thenriel was always an early-riser. There was something energizing about the moment that the sun’s rays first filtered through his bedroom window that made it impossible for him to stay in bed past daybreak. By around six o’clock, he was already dressed and groomed, the mass of his opalescent locks brushed up into a high ponytail (which took two bands and a ribbon to secure) and a frilly apron donned to keep his clothes crisp and clean as he performed his weekly chores. The telltale sign that his father had risen was the music coming from the living room. When he heard the shuffling of slippered feet, Zaigan looked up from his position in front of the stove to see his elderly, disheveled father slither sluggishly to the coffeepot to pour himself a cup. Only after he had taken a few sips did he acknowledge his son, and his tired grey eyes regarded his attire with misty confusion.

“Son,” he rasped with a gesture at Zaigan’s ensemble, “Are you wearing a skirt?” Indeed, Zaigan was wearing a black skirt over his dark skin-tight jeans, the tulle fabric cut into jagged diamonds and layered to be longer in the back. The Aasimar glanced down nonchalantly before flipping a heart-shaped pancake with awkward finesse and proceeding to pick at the plate of scorched, mutilated pancakes from round one of breakfast attempts.

“I wear pants, also, but transcend the typical masculine silhouette--homogeneity suffocates creativity, ” he chimed, enthusiastic, to which his father sighed and took a long gulp of coffee. Daizen did not comment on the three-inch heels that adorned his son’s feet, but he noted them as he poured himself another cup and sat at the table. Sometimes Zaigan found his father’s behavior to be peculiar--like when he brought up a strange topic during dinner two nights ago only to fumble into awkward silence and change the subject when Zaigan seemed oblivious to what it was he was being asked.

As Zaigan finished with his father’s breakfast, he swelled with accomplishment with how perfectly golden brown his last batch of pancakes turned out. Who knew that shaping foodstuffs into abstract symbols for human organs could be so aesthetically appealing? After setting his father’s plate down in front of him and cleaning up the mess he had made, Zaigan pressed to remove his apron, brushing a few flyaway locks out of his limpid blue-grey eyes. It was nearing ten thirty by this point. The corners of his lips turned downward as he glimpsed the clock. There was so much that he needed to do, but it seemed time in this world was so fleeting. That, or the clocks just made it seem that way. He scanned through his mental agenda pensively, thought processes slamming to a halt when he realized that his father had addressed him.

"--those lessons with that one boy must be helping, I'm sure. What was his name, again...?" Daizen's withered brow furrowed, the grey caterpillars that were his eyebrows nearly kissing in his reverie. He must have been talking about the baker, Noel. Lips pursed while the Aasimar contemplated his father's degenerating memory. Some days it seemed that he had the memory of an elephant, while others it seemed like his mind was shrouded in murky darkness with only faint silhouettes of times and places...or that he lived in a fantasy land where he and his mother had never separated sixty years ago and that she was just off on another of her wild adventures, he awaiting her return. The alien emotion that nagged in the pit of his stomach was ignored in lieu of the topic at hand. He opened his mouth to respond, but his father continued as if he had never paused. "I'm sure you'll make some man very happy one day...or woman?"

The comment left Zaigan perplexed. It was a statement, but also a question, and--like two days ago--he did not fully understand what it was that his father was trying to get at. He blinked and tilted his head. "Cut circle with straightest line and see point met," he said calmly. The old man exhaled a breath and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just--know that I love you, son. Now, I‘m gonna‘ get ready. Busy day, today, after all!" And then he left Zaigan in the kitchen.

Love. There was that word again--one that seemed to haunt Zaigan since he came crashing into this plane. He couldn’t remember hearing this term often in the Celestial Planes, but it seemed to be quite a trend, here. Love and romance and so many other foreign words that were often used in tandem. He propounded upon this enigma as he grabbed his overcoat and left the house, popping into the shop to set up the new display until his father arrived to look after things while he went to his appointment. Because he was still new to the business, Daizen liked to hover around Zaigan on some days, and he had yet to fully relinquish his own responsibilities to his son. Not that Zaigan particularly minded.

The salon was only a block away from the Jewelry Store, so the Aasimar was able to walk at a leisurely pace, observing the hustle and bustle of people as noon approached. Many people were heading to the different eateries for lunch, which he assumed was where his employees went since it they were scheduled to open later than usual. Zaigan always had issues scheduling appointments at the Salon due to the fact that they were both closed on the same day of the week. It was pointed out to him that his status at the Jewelry store entitled him to leave when he needed to, which was a novelty to him. He did love getting his hair taken care of (a luxury that had become engrained into his lifestyle during his days as a model).

Once the Salon came into view, Zaigan smiled to himself. The owner of the establishment was such a lively character! He had not been in town long, but she had quickly become one of his favorite denizens of Sanitas. It was she who had suggested that he simply schedule an appointment during his own shop’s hours, and so here he was. He opened the door to the establishment, a bright smile sliding easily into place as he caught sight of Priscilla and her bird companion. “Greetings and salutations, Priscilla,” he greeted cheerfully as he cantered over to the counter, “Bird, is it not a chirpy day?”

Checking the watch that adorned his delicate wrist, Zaigan pursed his lips thoughtfully before turning his gaze back to his feline friend. “It would seem that the sand trickled slowly through the glass, more so than initially thought. Unless the hands point to the wrong portion of the face, distorting time itself.” Time was such an elusive thing--one that Zaigan would probably never get used to tracking. This world seemed more absorbed in keeping track of time, of losing it, than those in his home plane, who simply were. There was a brief pause before Zaigan realized that his statement might not have been completely comprehensible; it was so hard to tell, sometimes, when he wasn’t paying attention to what rolled from his tongue. His eyes rolled upward as he momentarily considered rewording what he had said, but then cast the idea aside and merely beamed at the woman in front of him like an airhead.


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[DevilishBuns]

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Outfit| Bakery| Jaida | Curious

Noel observed the vampire now standing on the other side of the counter waiting to be served her coffee. The baker had always wondered if there were different types of vampire, like there were different kinds of demon; Jaida seemed so different from Nyssa. Besides the restaurant serve Noel didn't actually know any other vampire, at least not on a personal level. Nyssa would of happily taken a fritter or two if Noel had offered it to her, Noel always swelled up with pride when anyone ate something he made. The baker was perplexed by the comment that the treat would be wasted on her, he didn't know Jaida well enough to assume she had self-esteem issues, or if it was something completely different. Noel didn't press the matter, and assumed the vampiress would forget he even offered, take her coffee, ad go.

Noel began ringing up the small order, he could see Jaida already digging around in her purse for what he assumed was her wallet. The baker watched as she dug out a coin purse, Noel couldn't help noticing the stark contrast between her clothing and the little pouch she had pulled out. Noel opened his mouth to comment on the difference, but wasn't sure how to word the comment exactly, and didn't want to offend. "That’s a neat looking coin purse" the baker chimed since it would look weird if he just didn't say anything at all. Noel took the money, and placed it into the register, then gave Jaida the small coins in change that he owed her. Noel was taken by surprise when the girl asked him a question, these rare encounters between him and her were always so brief, and to the point that it took a while to register in his brain that she had said something to him.

Why fritters? Noel tilted his head curiously, no one had ever questioned how Noel chose what to bake for the daily special, though there was some method to his madness. Noel had a small decorative box sitting in the kitchen, it was filled with note cards, each held a different recipe. Each card was written in Noel's hand, and he'd gotten each recipe from a different place, whether directly from a fellow baker, or from a book. Some of the cards were stained, or the edges were bent, but each at one point or another had been made by Noel. Most of the time Noel picked one at random, but sometimes the baker just chose something he desired to take home in mass amounts when they didn't sell that day; that reason was something the baker kept to himself. "Oh---" Noel suddenly shouted, he had been thinking about the actual reason behind his selection that he'd nearly forgotten the person still standing in front of him waiting. "The recipe just came up, and they're delicious" Noel answered in a more calm voice. His answered had probably come off as half-baked, but this was the only one he could give. "Well since you asked me something, then I get to ask you something" Noel continued, sounding chipper about his little idea, "Why don't you like sweets? I've seen other vampires enjoy them, so why not you?" Noel asked, hoping his question wasn't crossing any lines.




Shameful_Act

[Rainbow Comet Condoms]

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ - sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ - ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ - ʟᴏcᴀᴛɪoɴx::x ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ

Sheryl snapped out of her thoughts as soon as she felt arms wrapped around her and someone rest their chin on her shoulder. Gigi? No the person was too tall. Sheryl frowned. Who ese woul-? “You are under arrest! Feed me... Are you going to have lunch? Good, let’s go.” She tried not to let her body freeze. Anthony! Why was he talking to her all of a sudden. Maybe he really thought she had been joking. It would make sense since he did laugh at her confession but... Why would have he avoided her if he really thought she was joking? Maybe he was busy... for five days. She kept quiet still as he dragged her off to the restaurant. What was she supposed to say to him? Sheryl found herself nervously playing with the black bow on her dress. The short walk didn't last long at all. Sheryl stayed silent, not sure what to say and do. She just had enough time to fret over how to start a conversation but never did.

They walked in the restaurant and soon enough the sounds of others eating and talking filled up the silence that they both seemed unable to fill. The host looked at them and led them to a table. Anthony pulled a chair for her and Sheryl took her seat. She watched as Anthony took his seat. The waitress came by awhile after the host left and gave them menus. Sheryl just told her she wanted water. Sheryl was sure she'd need it. She looked down at her menu as the waitress talked to Tony. What did she want to eat? When the waitress left, Sheryl noticed a slight silence between them again. Maybe he did take her confession seriously... Sheryl wasn't sure but she couldn't let the silence continue. She was sure he was finding a way to let her down easy. Her heart ached. She'd have to put it off as long as she could. She'd try and savor the last few moments they'd probably spend as friends. She'd act like they used to before she tried to push him to take something seriously.

"You know ze lunch menu is always ze best to order from. I don't know w'at to get zough." She glanced over at him and forced a smile. She looked at the menu and flipped the page. Sheryl looked over at him. He couldn't even look at her for long, could he? She'd have to up her game. Sheryl crossed her legs under the table and smiled some more. "I wonder if Baby will make somezing amazing today." She thought about going to the kitchen to tease him some. Maybe not. She glanced behind her. Besides it looked like Xerxes was going on a date and that would put Baby in a bad mood. "I zink Baby might be in a bad mood," She turned back to face Tony with another forced smile, " 'is love is going on a date with someone else." She watched as Marina came in and went into the kitchen. Well there went her escape plan. She watched Gin do a funny dance to get around Xerxes and leave. He followed after her only once she left. Sheryl smiled before she glanced down at the menu. She flipped through it more. She smiled. She pointed down at a picture. "Qui semble délicieux." The picture was labelled 'Chicken Fricassee with Tarragon'. "It is sure to be good since it's cooked in wine." Sheryl closed her menu. She knew what she wanted. She would get some rolls with it too. She glanced over at Tony and sent him a smile. Learning how to act always payed off.

She paused for a second then started talking again. "So I zink we s'ould talk sir Adasme." Sheryl crossed her arms and looked over at him with a disappointed face. "I don't appreciate you avoiding me. We're supposed to be friends, non?" Sheryl stood up some and leaned over the table to poke his nose when he was looking at her. She smiled. "You know, if you don't spend time wit' me I mig't 'ave to steal your sister away. She'll be my new best friend." Sheryl winked over at him. "I zink she'd like cuddling too. She's probably warmer than you are." Sheryl brought a hand up to her lips and laughed a little. "I zink I 'eard somew'ere zat ze female werewolves were better at keeping ozers warm anyways." Sheryl looked over at him with a playful smile. She glanced over at his menu. "Did you pick somezing yet? 'ow am I supposed to feed you if you don't pick somezing?" Sheryl ran her fingers through her hair and glanced over a rather handsome man walking in the restaurant. After her rejection she could use him as a bed warmer. Sheryl glanced over at Tony, not noticing she had been staring at the man for a few seconds. "Is your sister at 'ome?"

Sheryl looked around a bit more to see who was at the restaurant. There wasn't much people she knew. She looked over at Tony. "If you don't keep me entertained I mig't 'ave to go play wiz Baby,"she teased again. Maybe she was teasing too much. She didn't know. All she knew was that maybe acting like she forgot about her own confession was best. Maybe acting like they used to before it would be best. At least it would put off unpleasant things. Sheryl just wasn't ready for it. Not now. She wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for it. Sheryl was trying not to get too nervous. She wondered if the waitress would come around soon. Maybe. Sheryl forced another smile at Tony again. " 'ow 'ave you been zese past few days?" Sheryl sighed. "Sorry I 'aven't been coming to ze bar lately. Zere is just so much to do at ze shop..." She glanced to the side. "Zere are so many artists coming out zat I 'ad to reorganize, restock, and order a lot of new CDs." Sheryl glanced over at the waitress as she stared to come over. She walked up on them and Sheryl ordered her food. She glanced over at Tony. Once he ordered too, she watched the waitress walk away. Sheryl grabbed the napkin near her and she wiped her lipstick off. She didn't want to eat make up with her meal.





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[Moist Owlette]

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The ember imp busied himself dutifully with cooking the newest ticket to distract himself from the very obvious presence of the elven woman. He clawed open a few spices from nearby and seasoned the meal cooking in the skillet when his ears caught Xerxes speaking from the other side of the doors. He had left the restaurant during the lull before the lunch rush and he was already annoyed the man was leaving as the lunch rush began. His annoyance was certainly trumped as he turned to watch the man interacting from a good distance away from Gin. "Stupid woman scared of him and yet he's over there fawning over her like she's hot s**t," he hissed under his breath. The woman was crying and he honestly felt glee seeing that. Good. She could cry all she wanted over some insults. It just proved his point that she wasn't even close to worth Xerxes's time. The man deserved better than this woman who repeated her words like some five year old.

The chef noticed that Xerxes's hair was dripping and he turned his gaze away quickly to watch his cooking. Figures. Who wouldn't clean up prior to a date? "Not like it's any date worth a s**t if she isn't even going to let him near her," Baby mumbled with venom practically dripping from his voice as he felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. No, he wouldn't cry and give the stupid elven woman the satisfaction of getting to him. The imp clenched his teeth together as he moved to stand on tippy-toes in order to seize a pot from a nearby shelf. He would dutifully work and ignore them until they left. Before they did, however, he heard another familiar voice and lifted his head from filling the pot with soup in time to see Marina squeezing her way into the kitchen past the couple outside.

"I haven't done anything that wasn't deserved," he defended, huffing as he turned back to his cooking. Marina acted like a secondary mother to him and despite all of his efforts to avoid the mothering and all he constantly found himself calling her when he needed help or accepting the mothering anyways. It seemed she also had a good sense of when he needed the mothering the most. The tears at the corners of his eyes stung, but he blinked them away before rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his hands. He couldn't just cry and let the idiots outside know he was upset. He waited a bit of the two outside to disappear before putting the food to a simmer and wandering over into Marina's arms, burying his face into her chest as he stood there and just comforted himself in her scent. Oddly, he was growing quite used to the smell from how often she was around.

"I hate my life," he mumbled, being rather morbid about the situation as he held onto the police officer. "What did I do to deserve this? I've been a good boy lately! I've resisted the urge to blast the stupid damned elf off the face of this Earth, right?" That was quite the achievement in his eyes and yet the effort was completely wasted since Xerxes and Gin were going out on a date anyways.

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Lovely Leatrice


Rainbow Comet Condoms


Shiny Buneary

[DevilishBuns]

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███ ` LOCAL SALON OWNER
Outfit| Salon | Bird & Zaigan| Fussing

Priscilla ran the comb through the hair of the person sitting in front of her. Her first appointment had been running a tad bit late, so the first walk in to step through the door was immediately seated in Priscilla's chair to be taken care of. Work wasn't Priscilla's things, any part-time job she'd held in the past, when she could actually land one, it was normally lost in a few week to a season. This job was different, Priscilla prided herself n her own looks, making others look close to as beautiful as she was more like a game than an actual job. The person sitting in front of her now had come in to have their hair cut short, Priscilla had advised against it, short hair only looked good on so many people, but she didn't want to lose the customer, so she held her tongue. Priscilla had started with washing the person's hair, she used one of the many brands of shampoo that they sold at the salon "This will keep your hair from frizzing out, and will keep it shiny". Priscilla explained, she had no interest in making small talk with the customer she barely knew, and quite frankly she wasn't sure how well she could keep herself from saying something offensive to them.

The customer had brought in a photo of the exact style she wanted her hair cut into, some image she'd ripped out of some magazine. Despite having an image of how the hair was meant to be all around, Priscilla still altered the look, the customer would thank her for it later when she didn’t look like a walking garbage dump. Priscilla dried the person's hair, and straightened it to resemble the picture in the magazine clipping. Priscilla left the customer once she was done, and began ringing her up for the service, as she did her first appointment came in, as vibrantly colored as always. Zaigan greeted both her and bird, sometimes she wondered if Zaigan believed bird could actually talk to him, it was one thing that she did it, it was another that other people did. Priscilla raised her finger to tell the colorful man that bird couldn't talk to him, but slowly lowered It and let him continue to believe whatever his strange little mind believed.

Zaigan began spewing something out about time trickling, and some other stuff Priscilla wasn't quite sure about. "I have no idea what you just said, just get in the damn chair" Priscilla motioned for him to sit down, at this point the other customer was in front of her, handing her some money. Once Priscilla had gotten the other customer checked out she walked over to Zaigan, and ran her fingers through his hair, there was no way she was going to be able to get the whole length of it, but she caressed it until he hand was free. Priscilla didn't put a cloth around Zaigan's body, despite some of her advice to cut a few inches off the back the jeweler was very adamant about keeping his hair. Priscilla's job was to instead style his hair in any fashion she could come up with, usually she liked the braid it in different intricate ways, and that was what she was going to stick with.

Priscilla started with one side of his head, she took a chunk of it in her fingers, and separated that chunk in sections. The sections to the side were braided to a certain point then secured with a small rubber band. After both sides were braided the braid was brought together into one big braid in the center of his head, and secured with a stronger band. Priscilla moved around to face Zaigan, and began fumbling with his hair, moving one strand one way, and another in a different direction. Priscilla stopped after a moment, and began playing with the male's bangs, "You should let me cut them, you can barely see your eyes through them" Prisilla fussed over Zaigan's hair, and tried to move his hair around in a way that it wouldn't block his eyes, should he refuse to let her cut it.




Elysium u l e

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Blake had just set her notebook down and watched for Seren's actions. She seemed to be letting it roll around in her mind for a bit which was fine. Honestly, when she had told other people back in bigger cities, they had thought she was full of it until she showed them what she could do. Then they were absolutely in awe. However, there were those people who thought she was pathetic because she didn't have the powers of an "almighty genie." It was true that when she'd be enslaved that she was far more powerful than she was at the moment, but people didn't realize genie's had rules just like any other person. They couldn't kill people or create money. All that jazz. So, were they really all powerful? Not in her opinion. But, maybe to someone who had never had her experiences would think otherwise.

Hearing Seren finally speak, she listened before she began to write. After erasing and rewriting, she held it up to her to read. "Genie's are that powerful, but only in their lamps, and even then, their powers have limitations like everyone else with a magical ability. But, I was able to keep a bit of my power. Nothing really special, but I find it fun to use on occasion." She set the notebook down and turned to her bag and started to dig. Pulling out a charcoal pencil, she plucked her sketchpad again from her bag and glanced around as she began to draw. While she did, the waiter had brought their food. Blake glanced up at him briefly to give him a nod of thanks. She had always felt bad for not being able to actually say thank you to the people around her, but what could she do. She could write it or just nod. Nodding was so much simpler and quicker.

Setting down the pencil, she set down the notebook, so Seren could see her pad. She held up a finger to wait. Waving her hand over the top, the shells she'd drawn suddenly began to rise from the picture until there sat her hand draw shells on the table. Blake picked them up and tried to bend them just to show that they were durable. Taking one of her hands, she handed one over with a half smile. Blake understood if she thought this was a little stupid, but she found it a fun and interesting way to show off her art. Removing her things from the table, she picked up her fork and took some digging in herself. So Seren wasn't a meat person. Neither was she. Pointing to her vegetables, she nodded in agreement. Setting down her fork, she grabbed her notebook quickly penning a response, so she could get back to her eating. "This is my first full day actually. I was just going to wander around the island after this. How long have you been here?"



Moist Owlette

[Lace of Spades]

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Gabby tried to keep her eyes on the woman's face, which was harder than she thought. The woman's...assets, were rather out there. Gabby wasn't very sure the woman's kimono was equipped to hold such a well endowed woman. Made her feel shy about her own modest pair, she looked down once more, the floor was nice...No, look up you wuss! and she did, noticing the woman's eyes were a striking gold. That was different, and the young woman snapped to attention as the red haired lady seemed to stand, mentioning the various options the establishment held. All rather normal...until the woman walked from her desk, or rather slithered. Hips moving to and fro as she kept to the wall...

The girl's glasses slipped down her nose as she gawked. THIS was that woman, the one she had seen from afar on her trips up town for groceries and such. The snake lady! A rather strange noise escaped her throat as the snake woman turned to look at her again, she wasn't sure what she was thinking aside from. SNAKE, but the noise sounded along the lines of a strangled 'meep'. What was she saying? She wasn't listening at all was she...nope. Her name was adorable? Also something about baths, yes! She could save this! The girl adjusted her glasses quickly before they fell off her nose. Then she didn't quite know what to do with her hands, choosing to grip her purse with both.

"Mmmmixed bath! That sounds great! I will snake-TAKE that one please! Oh god I'm sorry, s**t, SORRY!" Oh how she wanted to sink into the floor! Where was her wall of a brother to hide behind when she needed him! Commit to it Gabbs! She tucked some of her hair behind her ears before bringing her eyes semi up to Adora's face, her chin would work for now. "I'm Gabrielle, you can call me Gabby..." the intro was strong but the ending fell flat as she muttered her nickname. Her eyes then started to wander back to the snake tail and quickly to anywhere else. "T-Tony's sister." She added as an afterthought, most people knew her loud fun loving brother.

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Moist Owlette

[DevilishBuns]

███ ` LOCAL POLICE CHIEF
Outfit| Restaurant | Baby | Concerned, Mothering

Marina stood by the door for a moment, she listened for any indication that Xerxes was leaving, and taking Gin to the hospital. Gin had already agreed to go, but Marina knew the girl's issues with humans, she wasn't sure if said issue would cause her to freeze up while technically alone with him. Footsteps eventually lead away from the kitchen, and Marina could allow herself to think, her mind hard been half focused on the troubled imp, and half on her friend who had in one way or another badly hurt her hand. Marina hadn't been there for a majority of the encounter, but she didn't jump to conclusion and assume Baby had done it, Xerxes would of probably been more angry if that was the case. Marina would get around to seeing Gin again soon, she'd visit the elf at her shop sometime today or tomorrow.

"I know my darling, it was a joke" Marina responded, though she highly doubted Gin deserved whatever the little imp had done to her, however it was counter productive to throw accusations at him. Marina watched from her spot near the door as Baby tried to busy himself with his work, there were probably going to be some fussy people outside the kitchen, but a late meal would be better than no meal at all, Baby could storm out of the place at any second if he got to fired up. The tears that tried to form at the corner of his eyes triggered an urge to sweep the little creature off his feet, like an infant and coddle him until he felt better. Marina resisted the urge until Baby finished whatever he was making and came to her himself.

Marina wrapped an arm around Baby's shoulder, and the other caressed the back of his head; he was shorter than her which made comforting and holding him very easy. Marina avoided the front of his head, his horns were no longer blazing, but they were still hot to the touch. She could feel the warmth they carried through her leather jacket, which was going to suffer, but it wasn't something she was particularly attached to. Marina ran her long nails through the uniquely colored hair of the imp, and cooed little shooshing sounds to him until he finally spoke again, "Don't say that" Marina countered. She continued to listen as the boy went on a mini rant about being good for not having blasted Gin yet.

It was a weirdly funny thing to think about, such a sweet little thing having the potential to be so destructive. He was very capable, and for Gin's sake Marina would try her best to talk him down from the bad mood her was in. "Of course you're a good boy honey, Xerxes just isn’t interested in the same gender. If you love him so much wouldn't it be best not to try and change him?" Marina spoke, lifting baby's head from her chest to give him a quizzical look. "Theres someone out there for everyone, I just don't think hes the one for you. Now that being said why don't we have you finish a few more orders, then get out of here, Boss man thinks hes the only one allowed to leave work just because he has a date". Marina gave her best supportive smile, she knew Baby had it bad and her telling Baby to get over Xerxes was never going to be enough, he was going to continue fawning over the other man until Xerxes told made it clear himself.




Moist Owlette