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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2023 8:46 pm
Okay, okay, like, Demeter totally knew that Hydor would scold her for patrolling alone again, especially after the incident with the crocodile-ish guy, but like, she had good reason, okay! She was on her way to meet Hydor and traveling while totally unprotected was NOT SMART! See, Hydor! She was totally ready to defeat your questions with logical answers!! She bounced on her feet some as she waited, humming some Disney song to herself.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2023 11:12 pm
To be honest, Hydor couldn't even fault Demeter for patrolling alone. That was the primary thing he had always done. People were a chore and the last thing he wanted to do was be around them and manage their s**t on top of his own s**t--because that was what it always was, people couldn't manage themselves. It was only later that Faust became a frequent patrol partner. Before they met, it was just ... him against the world. At least Demeter was using the brain cell he knew she had somewhere between her ears-- She was always all energy, and he was always all not, and as he approached, he did his best to withhold a groan. What was she bouncing about this time? Or was she just some sort of perpetual motion machine-- "Demeter." Was it a greeting? ... Enough of one.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2023 8:22 pm
"Hydor!" She spun on her heel a bit to face him, grinning shining brighter than floodlights on a football field. "Hi! How was your Saint Patrick's Day? Are you the kinda guy to do anything for it?" She began pulling baked goods out of her subspace pocket, still subtly dancing and bouncing around to whatever silly song was stuck in her head. Vanilla cupcakes dyed green with white frosting, vanilla cupcakes with green frosting, both littered with green and white sprinkles, soft cookies baked similarly to the Lofthouse kind with the same patterns and sprinkles, and a chocolate chip cookie cake with frosted four-leaf-clovers on it that she didn't quite pull out yet were all in the pocket and she showed them off to Hydor. "What kind of leftovers from my bake sale do you want?" she asked, tone just as bright as her grin.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2023 9:54 pm
"No." He was definitely not the type to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day. It was a day that had been extracted from what it was actually because American Irish heritage, he guessed, and built upon and built upon until it was an unrecognizable caricature. It was about getting drunk, and green, and partying, and pinching people, and for some reason, leprechauns. The ******** would he want to do with that? He'd rather set himself on fire--= She had a lot of snacks then, pulling out cupcakes and cookies out of subspace and presenting them to him. He had to guess these had something to do with the holiday she just asked about because of all the green and white, but he didn't quite make the connection that these were from a bake sale. Was she part of a school club or something? A volunteer-based effort? To be honest? Neither of those would come as any kind of surprise. "Bake sale for what?" Hydor asked, skeptically. "A leprechaun?" He rubbed his shoulder. "I don't know, a cookie?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 6:54 pm
Hydor's short answers didn't deter Demeter in the slightest. So what if he didn't celebrate? Many people didn't, wasn't any skin off her nose. Even if some didn't celebrate, there were still those of them that would pay for green cookies for the fun of it, especially if it went to charity! Seasonal items just got people, and she loved celebrating those moments herself, so it all worked out just fine. She giggled and shook her head at his silly answer, putting some of the treats back until she was left with a green cookie with white frosting and colorful sprinkles. "Here you go," she said, holding it up for him to take. "I baked it myself, y'know! And, uh, no, I didn't bake them for a leprechaun. People love sweets, especially seasonal sweets, and drunk people really extra-specially love them. 90% of what I make from my sales go to local charities, for homeless teens and that kind of stuff. But on the other hand, nobody wants silly green cookies two days later, so." She shrugged. "I give them out instead."
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2023 2:12 am
When she held up the cookie for him to take, he took it quickly, in a mannerism that might have been interpreted as eagerness on almost anyone else. In reality, the cookie did look good, but he also hadn't eaten. Taking a bite out of this might help keep his energy up for patrols and whatever bullshit coding job he had taken up this time afterward-- Well, in the end, she wasn't wrong. This did taste homemade--that wasn't a bad thing, it wasn't a cloyingly sweet as a lot of the box cookies were--and she was right. Drunk people did ... extra-specially love seasonal sweets. He was fairly sure that was why they were always so overstocked in whatever qualified as the store's seasonal section. It was bizarre to him, though, that they seemed to have some sort of Cultural Zeitgeist Expiration Date. "Local charities always need some help here, I think." There was also a part of it that hit a bit harder at the concept of homeless teens. He hadn't been one himself--he had never lost his house, just the concept of what his family meant--but he had to imagine it wasn't an unheard-of state in this city. There was a force all over this city that made a ******** habit out of just stealing souls for some bullshit nefarious needs. How many people did that leave behind? How many homeless teens did the existence of the Negaverse cause? He shook his head out of it. "Kinda bullshit no one wants these after a couple days. Not like they taste any different except for getting older." He shrugged dismissively, taking another bite. "But hope you got your wanted sales for your not-for-a-leprechaun charity."
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2023 12:31 pm
She beamed even more as Hydor took the cookie—and like, sure, okay, fine, he didn't say anything directly about how good her baking was, but she could read it totally written all over his face! Ha! She'd break through your facade yet, Hydor! Too busy feeling triumphant, she almost missed what he did say, and stared at him blankly for a moment before her brain caught up. "Oh! Haha, yeah, I always keep targets pretty low," she admitted, "Well. The targets I display anyway." She gave him a mischievous little smirk, rolling up on her tiptoes and leaning in to whisper, as though it were a Very Big Secret, "When you keep your projected targets low, certain kinds of richer people scoff and try to prove something by buying the entire target's worth of goodies. More for the charities!" Rocking back on her heels, she looked up at him with what would pass for a devillish smirk on literally anyone else—but on Demeter, it looked rather like the fuzziest puppy trying to scheme to give you more treats. "As for people dropping the seasonal thing the very moment it's over... Well, I can kinda get it, when there's something to be celebrated right after? Like, at the end of the year, wow, it goes boom Halloween boom Thanksgiving boom Christmas or Channukah or what have you boom New Year's boom Valentine's Day boom Saint Patrick's Day boom Easter... but then there's like, nothing until July 4th! At least, holiday-specific. April and May are good for spring stuff, and then June for selling queer stuff, because it's, y'know, pride month! After July 4th, though, August and September don't really have a lot going for them. I can start selling, heehee, Autumn-themed things in September, but the hype doesn't really get up until October. So there's a couple really slow months of the year."
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2023 5:43 am
The targets she displayed? What the hell was she-- And then she was considerably closer, and his eyes widened slightly as she had to deal with her suddenly much more in his little bubble of space. He didn't lean back toward her in turn, but it was likely a point in her favour that he didn't take several steps back at that moment. "Rich people always have their heads up their own asses about how ******** important they are." Hydor's snort was a bit more distant. "Makes sense that they feel the need to advertise it. They probably brag that well, they helped some little peon's charity or whatever the ******** had spent way too much around rich people for one damn lifetime. His genetic material donors had spent way too much time chasing up their assholes like it would make their brown noses a bit less obvious. He had felt the consequences of that. He wanted nothing to do with it. Hydor shook his head about his own internal thoughts as he glanced back down at the more distant Autumn. "And then capitalism nickel and dimes half of them, so I guess the rapid-fire turnover makes sense. Gotta make more ******** money." He rolled his eyes at it, nevertheless. "I don't know, looks like the opportunity for tasty sweets to me." That was definitely a sideways compliment to her cookies. Probably. "The only one of those I really bother paying any damn attention to is New Years. Gotta change my damn tax calendar to the new year." Freelancing life sure sucked, but it was better than a lot of the alternatives.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2023 12:27 pm
Demeter grinned. "Thank you," she said perkily, glad she could spot the compliment for what it was in the middle of all of Hydor's grumpy glory. "You're gonna have to start paying attention to the holidays now that we're friends, because you'll be getting free snacks every time one rolls around!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2023 12:50 pm
Did he really have to pay attention to all these damn holidays now? That felt like too much ******** work, and when events surrounding the holidays like Star Festival popped up he wanted nothing to do with it. She caught the compliment for what it was and the right corner of his lips quirked up briefly, but he went back to his line of an expression in short order Well. He guessed getting a free snack occasionally when she wanted to go patrol with him wasn't such a bad thing. He'd, uh, figure it out. Maybe he wouldn't go home just to eat shitty ramen today. "Guess I gotta get used to this." Hydor rolled his eyes, yes, but he didn't quite sound as tired as usual. Better not to focus on that. "Well, let's get going, then. Think I sense something over there--"
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