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Desperate Are WeXXXDesperate Are WeXXXDesperate Are We

When she answered his question in a wonderfully playful way as well Read was more then thrilled. He always loved having someone who would play back. He looked up at Patty who was leaning over him and grinned. "I like this one." He teased and laughed heartily. Patting the lolli's hands he looked back over at his playful new pal. "Really? Well you certainly are confident and that's damn attractive." He chuckled again and pointed to Patty. "This here is Patricia, also known as Party Patty. You already met Jules, and well kinda met Flaonne. We have a few more people who will be joining us soon. "



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Kuro ni

In black

Shiro ni

In white

Somaru

We are dyed

CHESS ni

On the chessboard

Saa CHECKMATE wo

Now, get a checkmate

Shiro's assumptions about the new guest were confirmed when Ave passed the threshold. She knew Ave more in a professional sense, as they met mostly as customer and worker, but she had yet to sense harmful intent from the raw edged energy. The other ghost had been through a lot, much like her zombie companion.

The zombie to his credit tried once again to make his request, but something went a little awry. Ave suggested a drink and Shiro nodded and led them farther into the cafe close to the counter. She indicated a small bench nearby that they could use to sit if needed and she quickly phased through the counter to collect a to-go cup of water and a straw. "If you need, I can get you a Mana Potion on the house while you wait for the order." she spoke gently as she handed the water over. It was standard practice to offer a small refreshment on large order pickups, and Shiro thought one of the house smoothies would work whether or not they needed it undead style. She didn't sense immediate danger but she was concerned for the newcomer and hoped it wasn't serious.

In the mean time she pushed a bit of her power into the containers holding Ailia's order. She levitated them out of the fridge and into the kitchen going so far as to phase the pans and their contents through appliances that were in the way.The bulk had been prepared during the day shift, but Shiro put the finishing touches on it and got it ready to go. She avoided Chii and Chewey with flying objects as she packed up the food in nice boxes and put the boxes into a bag for carrying. She kept the majority of her concentration on the guests in case they needed further assistance or took her up on the offer of the free Mana Potion.

[Sorry for this post being plain. Doll is on her tablet right now. Coding is really hard on these things.]

Morgan was a tall model like figure. With hair that fell in golden waves down to her shoulders and stunning blue eyes. There was a feminine sway to every step taken in the bright red heels. Yet the strong shoulders and height seemed almost masculine. For the sake of convineince lets refer to morgan as a she. Seeing as she wore a skirt that hung just barely to her tighs and brigt gren fishnet stockings. With her red heels and gray shirt, the onlya pattern tying it all togethe was he skirt. The bright neon stars on a black leather bringing the entire outfit together.

She was wrapped in a leather jacke and her golden hair was up in a horse tail. She looked rather stunning in her ambiguous fashion and her voi e gave away no hint to her gender as she stepped in the cafe and called out."Allo! Peaches and plums! I hope you haven't started having fun witout me!" Morgan practically danced into the cafe.

As she approached the table of familiar face, she was just in time to hear a raging question. "Fun? What do we do for real fun?" She repeated the question in pure disbelief. Grinning as she did. Showing off pefect pearly whites with two very sharp canines on her bottom jaw. They would have been a tad unflattering, but with her makeup and precious purple lipstick, they were hardly noticable. She quircked an eyebrow and studdied this stranger. Giving a rather critical and vaguely intimidating image. To those whi knew he she was simply checking out the others fashiona and appearance, for the sake of her beauty addiction.

Morgan had a sublime addiction to all things fetching, beautiful, unique, and tantilizing. This stranger was certainly falling into a few of those qualifications. Enoug at least for Morgan to spend a few breaths analyzing before speaking again. "When we party we party hard. It's a dead man's party after all. Who could ask for more. However, until theparty starts we flirt...harmlessly thoughrestrained. It's notuntil the hard liquor comes out and the bodies start grinding that we lose our civility and shame. So until then we like to be more like your normal joes. Sitting at a cafe for sweet treats. Seemingly harmless, we xpread our claws and welcome little fishes in with gently smiling jaws....right Ready Teddy?"

Morgan referred to read with a sensual lilt to her voice that promised all the forbidden pleassures of the world with a single flirtatious note. Her body striking a regal and sexual pose pressed against party patty with her hand sliding up the precious girl's side delicately.

Now I know I've got to Run away
I've got to Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way





Flaonne was mortified and humiliated. Jules was holding him like a kid. He wanted to push away and say that he was fine. Flaonne really wasn't fine though. He leaned his head against the undead boy's chest and shivered. He didn't even know what was wrong. It just felt like something was gnawing on his brain and digging it's claws into his shoulders. He felt like an idiot and was extremely paranoid about going back downstairs.

He wrapped his arms loosely around Jule's waist and leaned against him. He was oddly comfortable. For a zombie Jules was extremely human looking. Though Flaonne hadn't seen under the sunglasses. He didn't want to know what was under them. He liked the illusion of another human. Even if he knew better.