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pinkfloret:

This time more genuine laughter left her lips. An Olympic runner? That was giving her too much credit. Giggles filled the air as she stood up, smoothing her skirt with her hands. She was no where near as athletic as Hinoka or Takumi. “No, no, I doubt they would.”

Her eyes lingered on the dog and she found herself nodding. “I think you’re right.” She replied softly. Aside from being well behaved ( not counting the unfortunate chasing incident), he seemed too well groomed to be a stray either. She smiled a bit at the tricks he was able to perform, clapping her hands politely afterwards. Whoever owned him obviously had a lot of love and care for him…

Pink eyebrows furrowed together as she have his question some thought. “Um… about two blocks down that way,” She pointed in the direction in which she came from. “Just around the c-corner? By the convenience store?” Bringing down her attention back to the dog she added, “He doesn’t have a collar… Maybe he managed to get out of someone’s home.” Sakura looked up. “What if they’re looking for him?”

He attempted to map out the area in his head but knew that was futile considering his tendency to get lost despite supposedly knowing the area. He could picture the convenience store; however, and knew there were several residences nearby. They were a little far for the dog to wander from, but perhaps he’d been out on a walk with his owner when he escaped.

“Hmm, I have a feeling they might be.” Since he hadn’t been doing anything particularly important he couldn’t say no to finding the dogs owner. “I’m not busy; if you have the time maybe you can show me where he started chasing you? We should probably go from there. Hopefully his owner isn’t too far away; I don’t think it’ll take us too long to find them.” Or at least he hoped. The last thing he wanted to do was dump the poor pup in a shelter because they couldn’t find his owner.

“So whaddya say? You wanna help me find the little guys owner?” The dog in question seemed to understand he was being talked about and yipped happily, wagging his tail back and forth furiously. “I think we’ll be able to locate them quickly enough -- surely he hasn’t wandered that far from home.”

#pinkfloret #;sakura 1

gentilhxmme:

Dwyer wondered if the other was used to having near death experiences. That or he took embarrassing situations into stride. It seemed likely that experiences like these were frequent occurrences in the stranger’s life. Or at least, if this entire fiasco was any indication.

Breathing in slowly, Dwyer wondered how he’d ended up being blessed enough to be waiting this man’s table. He picked up the empty glass, deciding not to look at the stranger while silently judging him. Blinking back to attention when the other started talking, Dwyer let him prattle on, hiding the smirk that threatened to spill over.

“Not to worry. I’m trying to forget the past 3 minutes of my life. I haven’t felt so much second hand embarassment in my life.” And as for sharing this particular piece of work with the rest of the staff, well. He was sure that they’d been able to witness the entire thing first hand by the commotion the other had caused.

Keaton couldn’t help but wonder how this guy got along in life if that was the most secondhand embarrassment he’d ever received. Truthfully that wasn’t even the most embarrassing thing to have happened to him today, so he couldn’t say he was fazed by the situation -- he just didn’t want this tale to be regaled in the back room.

“It wasn’t...that bad...worse has happened.” Truthfully he felt that all the times he’d become hopelessly lost in his own hometown was far more embarrassing. “I mean you’ve definitely seen some terrible things around here right?” Keaton chuckled nervously looking for an out of this conversation. He was being cornered into admitting that he’d majorly embarrassed himself in front of a large room of people due to his vacuum like eating habits.

Taking another sip of his drink -- this time making sure it wasn’t going to scald his tongue -- he scratched his cheek sheepishly. “Ya know it’s probably time for me to go. I have a feeling I may kill myself somehow if I stay here too much longer.”

#gentilhxmme #;dwyer 1

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Another Man’s Treasure (Okarin||Keaton)

gxrou

future-gadgets:

@gxrou

Okarin pulled on a pair of gloves that reached his elbows and clicked on the light strapped to his head. Operation Meltdown was underway. He was stationed behind a machine shop, and keeping a sharp lookout for any passers-by. The mission was simple: retrieve steel scraps for use in more Future Gadgets. He needed enough to make a grenade-sized capsule.

After one more glance around the alley, Okarin struck a dramatic pose,pointed at the dumpster, and boldly proclaimed (or as boldly as someone can proclaim something when they’re whispering)

“Vile entrapment, you shall reveal to me your secrets and treasures!”

then flung the lid open to reveal another person, already sitting in the dumpster. Okarin’s eyes widened. After a moment’s pause, his cell phone appeared from the pocket of his lab coat, and was by his ear.

“The mission has been compromised… The Organization already had an agent ready for me”

Keaton had found a lot of neato stuff in this dumpster before. Broken plates, weird metal bits, batteries leaking acid and even the occasional animal bone or two. He was looking for something specific this time -- small gears for a project he was working on. There were probably plenty in here if he looked hard enough, but the problem was sifting through all this garbage from the lunches the employees had tossed in here.

Even he was slightly grossed out by all the mayonnaise getting on his shirt. He might have to throw it out after this little adventure... As he tossed aside items he didn’t particularly care for -- and threw ones he liked outside the dumpster -- Keaton heard footsteps approaching his treasure trove. He panicked momentarily and closed the dumpster lid on impulse. Blinking, he tried to force his eyes to adjust to the dark; the footsteps stopped and someone began to talk to themselves.

Oh shit.

The dumpster lid was flung open by a younger man who looked startled to see Keaton sitting in the dumpster covered in food stuffs and clutching a half eaten sandwich in one hand. His immediately thought was actually that he hoped the guy didn’t think he was planning on eating it. Watching the man’s hand reach for his cellphone, Keaton launched himself out of the dumpster and pinned him to the ground, snatching his cellphone from his hand.

“Who the hell are you calling?! Can’t a man dumpster dive in peace?!” After realizing this was a mild overreaction, Keaton stood up and attempted to wipe off his pants and shirt which really only made the mess worse. “What the hell is ‘the organization’ anyway?”

#future-gadgets #;another man's treasure #I HATE YOU!!!!!!!#leave my trash man alone reuben

icemaiid:

❅ | A trick? Felicia tapped her chin in thought, trying to remember if there was any secrets or tricks but didn’t recall any. But if this castle was supposedly haunted then there might just be a secret exit, right? No wonder they haven’t run into any of the employees.

“We could try!” Felicia exclaimed. “I know some parts of the castle are closed off…like that one!” She pointed at a rather shady looking hallway. There was no doubt there could be an exit hidden in there.

“I’m sure nothing could go wrong! Eheh…” she chuckled nervously as she lead Keaton down the dreary hallway. The hall was lightly lit but despite that, Felicia managed to bump into a vase, knocking it down it’s pedestal and sending it to it’s doom.

“Oh no! Be careful not to step on that Keaton!”

Closed off? He didn’t like the sound of that. If they were closed off there was a good possibility that those sections of the castle were unsafe for the public to be walking around in. This place did seem pretty old after all... Felicia seemed fairly confident in her decision, so he followed nevertheless. It’s not like he’d have any better luck wander the castle alone.

“Nothing could go wrong...? I think you might end up jinxing us with that kind of ta--” Keaton practically bristled when his guide knocked a vase off of its stand. The noise it made as it hit the ground reverberated off the walls and down the hallway. Surely someone heard that. There was no sound to acknowledge anyone was around though, so he just skirted around the mess and continued to follow her.

“Uhh...Felicia I think walking down this hallway was a bad idea.” The further they walked the more decrepit the building began to look. At the end of the hallway he could see the lights were flicking on and off ominously; it reminded him of a horror movie. Despite Felicia being shorter than him, Keaton was not so subtly using her as a shield now. “What’s supposed to be down here anyway?”

#icemaiid #;felicia 1

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pinkfloret:

Given the circumstances, the petite pinkette tensed her shoulders when the dog came around and looked up at her. She remembered being chased by much larger dogs when she was younger, much more scarier. It left her with quite a fright, even if Hana did help, in the end.

“Y-You’re sure?” It took a lot not to take a step back, though she did brave a glance back up at him, uncertainty written across her features.

This pup was no where like the others from her younger days, she had to remind herself of that. He was smaller, and even a bit… cute now that he wasn’t chasing her around anymore.

Sakura took in a deep breath, filling herself up with as much bravery and determination as she could muster. Her hand still trembled a bit as she crouched down and reached out, blinking at the eager dark eyes of the pup. She patted his head– once, twice, and even a third time, once she felt a bit more confidence.

The dog rewarded her with a happy ‘woof!’ that startled her enough to immediately pull her hand back, but once she saw that he had stayed put (well, except for his tail, which was wagging happily at having got his way) her nerves gave way to soft laughter.

“I guess I’m still a little nervous.” She said, looking back up at the young man. “Um, thank you. F-For helping.”

Keaton watched her hesitate to pet the dog. He was a little nervous himself; while the dog seemed friendly he wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t pick up on her skittish behavior and bite her. It seemed all was well when she finally gave the pup a few pats on the head and it stayed perfectly still. He let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to show he was maybe just as anxious as her.

“Aw, it’s no problem. I’m just glad I happened to walk by before your legs gave out from running so fast. You know you might make it as an Olympic runner if you really wanted to; I’m not sure if they’d be okay with you unleashing a dog onto the field to hit max speed though.” Keaton decided she’d probably had enough of the dog though, and let out a sharp whistle to get its attention.

Immediately perking up, the dog plopped down next to him without a fuss. “I don’t think he’s a stray though...he seems a bit too well behaved to just be living on the streets. I bet he knows some tricks too.” He decided to test his theory by barking out a few simple commands. The dog seemed to understand the sit, heel, roll over, stay, and shake commands with relative ease. Keaton was actually quite impressed.

“Where were you when he started chasing you, out of curiosity?”

#pinkfloret #;sakura 1

gentilhxmme:

“Dwyer, and thank you…” He took the compliment, and left his name, but no sooner had he done so, the other shoved almost half of the slice of cake into his mouth and made a spectacular show of choking on the wad stuck in his throat.

He raised his hand to stop him, but the human disaster in front of him decided to chug the entire cup of piping hot coffee. Eyes widening, Dwyer quickly ran back to the counter, probably the first time he’d moved so quickly in years, and grabbed a glass of water.

He hovered worriedly, about to offer the glass, when the man decided to run his mouth as soon as his throat was clear. This was beyond ridiculous, and as worried as he was, Dwyer was also infuriated by the sheer unapologetic pace that this train wreck unfolded, and the gall that this customer had to blame the food for what he’d done.

“I would ask you if you were alright, but since you have the energy to spit out quips I’m sure you’re still in working order.” But as he spoke, he set down the glass, sliding over the water, hoping that the other was capable of at least drinking cold water.

“Aw, hey, thanks.” The waiters rude remark didn’t seem to stick to him, or else he was too focused on the water to notice it was even said. Taking the glass offered to him, Keaton threw back the liquid in two big gulps. He let out a sigh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Clearly he didn’t notice that his waiter was close to snapping his neck for his negligence. It wasn’t his fault no one told him the coffee cake was going to be as dry as the Mojave desert during the mid-summer.

Granted, he should’ve defnitely guessed his drink would be hot considering...he’d ordered a hot drink. No one thinks straight during emergency situations! Especially situations where you can’t breathe correctly. His life had most definitely flashed before his eyes and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to die immediately seeing his many fuck ups replay in his brain. After giving himself a moment to regain his composure Keaton coughed into his hand.

“So, what just happened there...that doesn’t leave this room. No one can know about that, you hear me? When you go back there to tell your coworkers stories about how agonizing it can be to serve some of your customers you definitely leave me out of the conversation.”

#gentilhxmme #;dwyer 1 #jlkjdaflkf unapologetic pace

kiznaiverheadcase:

NICO’S CRYING LIGHTENED UP AFTER SHE WAS PAT ON THE HEAD. when she was pushed away, however, she looked hurt before remembering that he had always had issues with public displays of affection, so it was nothing against her, personally. she nodded her head at his words. glum didn’t even begin to explain how horrible the situation was for her currently. she thought it had been fixed, that her parents would start equally paying attention to them both now, but things had stopped as soon as family therapy was over, and they would not like to go back any time soon, so nico was stuck between a wall and a hard place.

❝nico… nico’s mom and dad started doing the… the thing again.❞ she knew she had explained it to him at some point, how her mother and father were like in her earlier years as well as most recent ones. she thought it was over, and she would talk animatedly to him about how it was such a good time for her to be with them, but now… her brother was the limelight, taking her parents away from her again. she felt guilty for the hatred she felt, but she never spoke up about it, because she was that type of person. she didn’t like making other people feel bad, so she kept it locked away until it was about to burst at the seams.

❝i-it started two weeks ago, and nico’s been trying to stay happy during that time, but now it’s too much for her and…. nico’s been getting the bad thoughts again, even though she’s been taking her medicine. she doesn’t know how to stop this, and she doesn’t want to talk to her parents about this, because they’ll dismiss her like they always do.❞ she sniffled, then, wiping away tears from her eyes and muttering to herself another sentence, ❝half-assed girl…❞

Keaton blinked as she mentioned ‘the thing’. He couldn’t quite understand it himself, being an only child, but he could imagine being ignored by your own parents in favor of another sibling didn’t feel great. Maybe he couldn’t empathize, but he could at least try to make her feel better. Letting Nico finish her story, Keaton nodded thoughtfully. He needed to tread lightly in order to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt her feelings even more.

“Yeah...uh...that doesn’t sound like a great situation you find yourself in. I’m not sure I know what I can do to help. I think you’ll have to talk to them yourself if you want them to stop; if you think they’ll just tell you you’re reading into it too much maybe I can help you come up with stuff to say. Although first we should do something else; sounds like you have a dark cloud hanging over your head so we should get rid of that first.” With that he slipped his hands into his pockets and motioned for Nico to follow him.

Keaton had strategically planned their meeting place to be near an ice cream stand. Not for her benefit but for his own -- had it been too far away he definitely would’ve gotten them lost trying to find it. Skirting around the corner, he gestured for Nico to take a pick. “You can get whatever your heart desires. I figured ice cream would be a good pick-me-up for you since you’re so down in the dumps.”

#kiznaiverheadcase #;nico 1

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