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[hotaruumaru]

The young boy can be seen outside an establishment (he heard the people around him call it a restaurant), looking up with keen interest at a... large picture, of a certain dish he has never quite seen before. 

It appeared to look like... some kind of soba? But thinner, a paler color, and topped with a reddish sort of sauce... were those tomatoes?

"What kind of soba is this?" He wondered to himself aloud. It looked like something Tsurumaru would like to try.

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Writing About Absolutely Nothing || (pomodoriecoltelli)

Désirée sat outside with a notebook and a pencil. As she sat she tapped the pencil against the side of her notebook in an almost impatient manner, and to be truthful her patience was beginning to thin. Not her patience with any certain person, she was seated alone, Désirée was starting to grow impatient with herself. Writing had always been one of Désirée's favorite hobbies, even before the whole "zombie thing." Now, writing had become one of the few ways Désirée could distract herself and stop her mind from running too wild with crazy thoughts. But now the woman sat outside with a huge case of writers' block. 

She had first began her writing escapade inside of her home, but instead of being able to write all she did was squirm and make small jagged lines all over her paper. So she decided to move outside in hopes of getting some inspiration from the different buildings and landscapes around her. As stated, these things were not help. In fact, it seemed the longer she would stare at a building it would just turn uglier and uglier until Désirée grew sick of looking at it and had to look away. Yes, these were the effects writers' block had on her, this was why she needed to write. 

Then she saw him. A person. Fantastic! People always brought inspiration, right? Of course they did! Almost immediately after first catching a glimpse of the man, Désirée shot up and closed her notebook before walking over to him. Once she was near him, Désirée cleared her throat loudly and walked faster holding her hand out for him to shake. "Ah hello, I'm not to sure if we've met before," she greeted him, "I'm Désirée Petit."