#bashfullygreen

[heclingmuzik]

@bashfullygreen​

“Mizi? Are you in?” She did text Mizi to let him know that she was coming by to talk to him after taking a very long break from Lovelyloaves. She’ll have to also talk to Ms. Okina as well as she had taken a rather long break there as well. 

“Are you in the back?” she calls out once entering the building and closing the door behind her. Was she a little early? Ismael steps behind the counter and makes her way into the backroom. It’s been a minute since she last entered Lovelyloaves. She feels a bit bad, but it was a much needed break. 

[beloved42]

@bashfullygreen  It had already been a day since he had mysteriously appeared in the city, he’s had his stress over many, many things.  He was cold, his back hurt, he couldn’t find any form of check-in shelter.  No signs, no ads, so he had to settle for a bench he found somewhere. It wasn’t pleasant.  He could only guess it was around fall, he only had one outfit right now, a bank held onto his winter coat, so he was stuck wearing his little vest, his little bowtie, his shirt and patched up, worn pants.    He was all goosebumps, somehow sleeping on a bench felt more like sleeping on a heavy bag of rocks. But even as clammy, even as chill and sore he felt, that wasn’t even the worst of all.  He was starving.  So far he was lucky enough to find people to give him food, there weren’t any food stations in sight. But small portions weren’t enough to fill the hungering maw of his stomach, he needed the energy to fuel his golden blood and limbs. He couldn’t think right when his stomach was gurgling and clawing at him, he felt physically weak, he couldn’t feel anything else right now but pure hunger, but this was an entire city and there had to be food somewhere... It was when he got a whiff of something heavenly.  Something sweet and gentle to the nose, filled with love and warmth, something that made his stomach cry out in desperation.  There, he had to go there.  He had to follow it, he felt like he didn’t have a choice. Thankfully, when you’re a starving angel, following the smell of food was easy enough, he found his way through the crowds, not at all minding the other people with his awkward, oversized arms, he pushed forward with the only goal in mind being food.  Sure enough, he found himself pushing open the doors to a little bakery.  He looked undead, almost.  The vacant, drained look on his face, the slow movement as he held his stomach with both his front hands, his back ones pushing open the door.  “P...pardon me is there food here?”  his words were followed by an audible stomach.  Even when he was ravenous, he had to remember his manners!

[castilium]

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Lovely Loaves sounded the ideal place to take the lunchtime and mull things over. She’d been fortunate enough to make it before the line outside had grown exponentially, granting her a small table at which she could dine. That had been nearly four hours ago. It wasn’t that time had raced by, but wading through the mess of an autumn had kept her plenty occupied. Regular checks on her phone enlightened her to the shocking passage of time, but each time, it was set again and the beverage or fading state of the meal would take her attention. She was procrastinating the inevitable departure back into the streets.

“Yes, may I have another latte, please?” It was her third, but the waitress didn’t bat an eye and returned toward the counter where she tended to the refill. The manager had also spent his time there, parting on occasion. She’d caught sight of his eyes on her now and then, and stiffened when he’d approached.

“Sorry, were you in need of the table? I can leave if occupying it for so long is any trouble”.

[flynni]

➳ ❪ @bashfullygreen​ ❫ ... random askbox “Eugene! I missed you so much dude!!”

“ay, if it isn’t mizi!! what’s up, still doing the cake thing?? nice stuff, nice stuff. it’s good to see you around here still.”

[anglerfishnabe]

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He enters the shop nose first, out of curiosity. The cafe held by an elderly pair he frequents is nearby and thats how he ends up making his way in through these doors as well. 

He walks to the counter leaning close towards the samples, nose still sniffing intently. Only once someone walks out from the back does Ogata straighten up.

“ .... “ 

And yet says nothing. 

[mamadayo]

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     Madara stood on the street, passing out pamphlets to a show that he’d be holding sometime later today, also on the street. The same street, in fact, but he needs people to attend or to look forward to him! 

     He has no sort of equipment, so he’s picked a quieter street, so that his voice (which is loud, even) can be heard over the bustle of the city life. He hands a pamphlet to someone, then turns to his right, handing out another one with a bright laugh. 

     “Hahaha! Will you come to seeee me today? I’ll be sure to sing to your heart’s content♪” 

[hierichc]

bashfullygreen liked your post “When was the last time I made a starter call? Idr But here's another...”

“Let me know if you need anything else.” On the table are assortment of snacks from ones he grew up eating and delicious ones that he’s sure Mizi would enjoy eating. Romanus has them both a cup full of tea sitting on the table as well. It’s weird having someone over. He hasn’t invited anyone over before. The first and last person to have ever come into this home was Sean. The boy who switched bodies with him. Whatever happened to that kid, he wonders. 

“SO what did you want to talk about? I was surprised  when you texted.”

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[seithrveined]

     // @bashfullygreen​  |  S.H.O.R.E.

          “... You holdin’ up alright?“ He shifted his gaze over to the baker, his arms now folded across the chest. This new “island” was definitely the most peculiar so far... Honestly, Volaat Isle was nothing more than a shipwreck graveyard, yet somehow it was dense enough to be considered some sort of island. This place was easily the hardest one when it came to resource gathering, and it definitely shows. His companion seems to have gotten more sluggish over time, possibly due to hunger. It has been a while since the last meal... and so far they haven’t come across a gathering spot for things like clams and lobsters. There’s always the chance they’ll find a room with long forgotten treasure and preserved food, but Ragna knows better than to rely on that kind of luck reaching him any time soon.