#aomeganeking

[the-blue-echo]

aomeganeking

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totsuka-of-homura

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It was one thing if her commanding officer had suddenly appeared in her room. That..well, it could always be chalked up to him requiring something, or…whatever odd reason tumbled about in his mind.  However, seeing someone of the Reds there as well, it…..she didn’t know what to make of the situation.  Still, her expression remained neutral, before she allowed a chuckle to escape her mouth.

Then, she spoke, hazel eyes glaring daggers at the stranger briefly, before calming into the neutrality she more often expressed once again.  “So…how may I help you? And…ah…good evening.” The attached agreement should be seen as a rather obvious afterthought.

For a moment, she fidgeted, playing with her red rimmed glasses as she slid them back to rest more firmly on the bridge of her nose, now completely composed…to the best of her ability.

[aomeganeking-deactivated2016082]

He chuckles behind his hand, elbows on top of the counter as he gives a smile to the bartender. Reisi isn’t very fond of drinking nor smoking unless he wanted to. And he doesn’t really have a high tolerance on alcohols. So as much as he drinks, he prefers mild ones and those, at least to drink 3 glasses if it’s too strong. Anyway….taking the drink, he sips from the glass and tasted the liquid as it passes his lips, gulping down the martini in a slow manner.

"No matter" he smiles, after placing the glass down "I have heard that you make drinks into your costumer’s liking?"

How does he know? Not that he had heard Awashima-kun talk about this man when she recommends the best bar in this town. Nope…

[frivolousbartender-archive-blog]

     "Heard?" He didn't bother masking his chortle while his hands slid repeatedly over his counter, eyes finding the manner in which the other king was handling the glass. Slow and steady, huh. How interesting--very mildly executed in contrast with the aura that the man possesses, and maybe that says a lot about how Munakata Reisi keeps himself in one piece, as well.

     "I don't normally take odd requests, since most of my customers have fairly normal tastes, save for some exceptional ones." He arched his brow and eyed the other man intently, both in mocking and open discourse. "Unless you an' that person talk 'bout me, only then you'd know I do. In that case, am quite flattered, Munakata-tenchou."

[the-vindictive-king-blog]

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Your character walking in on mine masturbating..

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     —「♚」”M-Munakata?!”

He quickly puts away his Kings Horse and looks quickly back at the blue king, as he is flushed with embarrassment. He seems out of breath and exhausted 

"What are you even doing here?!"

[frivolousbartender-archive-blog]

Can I may be served of Martini? *smiles*

{♣} ||     "Why would I not, Ao no Ou?" The best bartender in town wouldn't possibly let this opportunity--to showcase his exceptional sleight of hands-- to slip away, nuh-uh. Even if it means serving a drink to this man.

     "Here you go, ne." The base of the glass slipped against the polished mahogany, the luster reflecting on the surface mysteriously as the smile he had in his face. Maybe... he could do with a bit of a jibe. "This is rather mild for a king, don't you think? But I guess the best hands could make an ordinary mix be quite pleasurable. S'all up to your judgin' after all."

[a-world-of-silence]

There is no such thing as a pure cause: closed starter with aomeganeking

aomeganeking started following you The whistling breeze rang in her ears, whipping her already shaggy, unkempt hair across her face as she warily traipsed across the steep ravine, looking down into the murky chasm every so often, giving nothing away as she continued along her assigned path, one hand continuously gripping the hilt of her sword. As she began to round a corner in the path, the Doll stopped, violet gaze narrowing as she paused, listening for any signs of movement. Thud. Thud. The crunch of footsteps on dry, fallen leaves that had descended to merge with the earth, signaled her to the fact that she was not alone. However, for the moment, she caught nothing else, only the continuous rhythm of the footsteps, prompting her hand to tighten the grip on the hilt. Once again, she plodded along, footsteps heavy on the sodden earth. As the path crossed into an ancient grove, filled with gnarled trees, she halted again, bothering this time to make an effort at concealing herself. Eventually, the person came into view, someone she had never seen before. He was in a suit of blur, reminiscent of old military uniforms she had occasionally peeked at in books. Not that she was exactly literate or anything, but it had been on her scant off time that hardly was awarded to any Doll. A few moments more, and she basked in the shade, cocooned by shadows. She could wait in determining a course of action, if only because she had no idea of what his intentions were. That, and she was loathe to leave the shade of the tree.

[yatagraphy]

aomeganeking || An Honest Mistake

Yata skated down a busy street, jumping off a rail to avoid pedestrians and grinded on the back of his board as he curved around the corner of a dim alley. Then something caught his eye, the sight of a familiar blue uniform and glint of glasses from the corner of his eye. He didn't even think about it and instantly tossed the empty wonton container from his hand in that direction, aiming for what he was positive was a monkey's head.