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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:30 am
The sizzle of something delicious simmered in a wok as waiters of many looks and styles walked to and fro inside the entrance/exit of the back kitchen. As they obtained the meals on silver platters, they danced impatiently on aching feet to serve the awaiting customers with silly grins and kind voices. Kizoku's eyes narrowed to each waiter that bothered him, sputtering up questions such as, "Shall I get you anything, sir?" or "Would you like some more water or juice, sir?". Gedda was gone for the night in the next town over caring for her sick mother. She called up a babysitter for the Pocky Boy and granted him ten dollars in case he wanted a snack.
His babysitter-to-be was the old woman down the road, a senile grandmother of many children. Her breath smelled nothing less of cigarette smoke and her gestures sluggish and unappealing. Kizoku was not fond of her at all. He also wished to have fun that night instead of spending it home with the old woman. Provoking her to go to bed with a cup of milk tea and her pills, the mischievous Kizoku escaped the house as soon as she was passed out. He wandered town endlessly before deciding to stop by a fancy but expensive restaurant.
Using the best acting skills he could muster up, he pretended to be the son of a CEO who owned a made up business he titled KiZo Co. The oblivious staff of the restaurant fell for his little charade and treated him like a prince. Even though he let off a mild attitude, on the inside he was laughing hysterically. If adults were so stupid, why didn't he think of this earlier?
Waving his hand into the air, Kizoku frowned. "I said I wanted cheesecake, not this crap!" he cursed. The waiter, in fright, grabbed the plate away and bowed as he hurried back to the kitchen. Kizoku smirked as he pushed the pile of stacked plates in front of him to the side. He should really do this more often.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:57 pm
Lyell was used to running errands for his mother. They were never anything complex, and they tended to give Lyell chances to explore the city a little and get to know the place for as he grew up into it. He rarely had complaints about the errands, and sometimes they even took him to nice places. Such was today, with a quick errand at a fancy restaurant.
Delivering the parcel to one of the cooks, Lyell blinked at a piece of cheesecake on a plate. "Mm?" he murmured, taking up the plate. "Mind if I have this?" he questioned the cook, adding that he wouldn't take the plate. The cook didn't look to him, saying it was fine as Lyell already moved through the doors to the restaurant, taking up a fork on the way as well. Taking a small bite of the cheesecake (and deeming it QUITE satisfactory), Lyell spared a glance around the restaurant to find a seat until he finished the snack.
A minor commotion caught his attention, and Lyell wandered his way in that direction, nibbling at the cheesecake as he walked. He came to a table with another child like himself sitting at it, and blinked curiously. Well, what was going on here?
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 4:36 pm
Pressing his chin into his palm, Kizoku's face grew deeper into the abyss of anger. What in the world were they doing? They sure were taking quite a while! Tapping his free hand's fingers in a rhythmic motion, Kizoku turned his grey gaze to the other who took a seat at his table. At first, the Pocky boy believed he was just some kid. But after closer inspection, he noticed his precious cheesecake being eaten.
"Oi!" he frowned, pointing accusingly at the other. "That's mines. Why the heck are you eating it?!"
Feeling anger rise up in his tiny little head, Kizoku choked up. Never! Never has he met someone so rude before! But Kizoku didn't know how far from the truth he was...
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 4:46 pm
Seated on the chair, Lyell swung his legs absently under the tablecloth. It was hard to resist when they dangled above the ground just so. Setting his plate down upon the table, Lyell continued to quietly eat the cheesecake until he was noticed. He blinked at the gaze that fell on him, confused as though it were trying to figure something out.
When Kizoku claimed the cake to be his, frowning as he spoke so accusingly, Lyell blinked before shaking his head in the negative. "No it isn't," he stated, simple assurance.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 4:05 pm
Narrowing his eyes and impatiently tapping his fingers against the table, Kizoku analyzed his options. He could wait patiently and leave without a word...using all his agent skills to track down the identity of the other male and swear he lives a life of hell or try and snatch his cake back. Seeing as there was no super computer around name GlaDos, companion cube, or sediment shape sediment to prove his first option successful, Kizoku chose the second. Toppling over the table, Kizoku stood up and pointed again with a menacing look on his face. "Look here you cretin!" he announced, which drew the attention of the whole entire restaurant. "Give me back my blasted cake or I will...I willl...I'll do something!"
Immediately, a waiter snatched the short Pocky boy up and whisked him out of the cafe. He swirled his 'stache Italiano style for a minute before addressing Kizoku in a very proper but stuck up voice. "CEO son or not, we do not tolerate such negativity in our restaurant. Please leave, shoo shoo. Your father can pick you up after we ring up your bill." Drooping his eyelids at the waiter, he had to make sure he found out the identity of him and make his life a living hell too. Of course, that was after he found GlaDos...which he will have to find with a super computer that doesn't bear a name with two uppercase letters. Kicking the sediment shaped sediment beneath him, Kizoku sighed. So much for having a pleasant day...
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:04 pm
The whole commotion only caused Lyell to blink in a silent display of confusion. As though rubbing salt in a wound, he also quietly took another bite from the cake. He had all but finished the cake already, so why would he give it to the other boy? Besides, he'd already said it was his own... so why did the other boy want it so badly?
When the other was whisked from the restaurant, Lyell quietly slipped off of his chair. He moved to the kitchen to return the plate, taking another piece of cheesecake. Packing it in a carry-out box with a plastic fork, he offered a soft apology to the waiter for the commotion before slipping outside. It wasn't difficult to find the other boy, who seemed for the moment to still sulk before the restaurant.
Smiling easily, he placed the box in the other's hands. "You forgot something," he stated simply.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:17 pm
Kizoku shriveled up as he tore the box open and stuck a forkful of the cake into his mouth. He munched on the cheesecake rather hesitantly, hoping the wonderful taste would calm down the childish anger he wanted to explode onto the other. Sighing as he scooped up a second mouthful, the pocky boy eyed Lyell.
"Thanks...whatever your name is." he said rudely while gritting his teeth onto the edge of the plastic fork that was still in his mouth.
Slowly, Kizoku turned to walk but realized such a gesture was "ungentlemanly". Plus, a cold circuit ran through his mind as he remembered his mother's statement, "I am always looking, even when you do not suspect me." Surely, somewhere within a block radius of the restaurant, she was watching his every move even though she was out of town. Sticking another bite into his mouth, Kizoku turned back around.
"Is there...a way I can thank you?" he said hesitantly, regretting his kindness tenfold.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:03 am
Lyell had no issues with Kizoku's rudely spoken statement. Whether he didn't notice the rudeness of it or chose to ignore it was any guess, seeing as Lyell gave no reason for it to be seen either way. Blissly oblivious or opting against comment, regardless of which it were, the pocky boy rocked on his heels as he supplied simply, "Lyell." Not whatever your name is, not that kid, not the other boy, not any such term. It was Lyell.
Watching as the other boy seemed ready to leave, Lyell was fine with that. He'd only done a simple delivery, and there was no more to it. He ought to return home, maybe, and see if Mari had anything else she would like done. If not, he would find a book or kick a ball around the yard for a while. It was a nice day, so the latter was sounding particularly appealing...
As the other boy turned again, a strain of confusion made itself known in Lyell's thoughts. Blinking, he tilted his head to one side. Now, this went against the way he'd been planning things, adding a new variable. "Ah? No, no, it's fiiiiine," he assured with a handwave. This was cutting time from his free time... but he couldn't bring himself to mind terribly. "I was only giving you what was yours initially."
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