#omacek

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omacek.

                    “Ay, pinkie,” the fae calls from her seated position beside her trusty motorcycle -- recognizing the other from her semi-near death experience with heavy traffic a couple weeks prior, “you got any food on ya? I’m starvin’ over here.” 

[xiratus-blog]

"--I don't feel like messin' with ya's today," you said with a more tired expression than usual. "I just want what I normally get. Breakfast blend--shit ton of hazelnut creamer and sugar. Thanks." You slid a few bills across the table, and then glanced up at Touka.

“it’s the end of my shift. actually, it ended half an hour ago-- along with the selling.” because he doesn’t know the goddamn opening hours, he tends to come in when touka is just about to close up anteiku. is this a fucking habit or something? “i gotta disappoint you; no more coffee for today.” she isn’t even going to look at that dumb look on his face-- she doesn’t even have to see it to know that it’s that one.

[curryplip-blog]

"--Open up," you mumble. You press the edge of the curry filled spoon against the small bunny's lips. "Do it. Do the thing. It's good--I think. I don't know. I bought it at a gas station." You would feed the smol bunny because she was cute and smol. You secretly liked cute and smol things.

   She complied right away, taking a bite from the flimsy plastic container  he’d bought for her. In her eyes, curry was curry no matter where it was bought. Sure, the mortal world was limited in flavors compared to the riches of the netherworld but it still had that wonderful aroma that she’d grown fond of. Usalia was very much a tiny and adorable little girl, and she very well knew it. “–This isn’t exactly what I’m used to yet, but thank you very much for the food, plip!” Ears twitched happily as the blonde continued to dig in, she very much enjoyed all of this hospitality. But the rabbit was curious as to why this male was so kind to her, and why he seemed to have no one around him. A simple inquiry would possibly do well to open that topic up. “Do you live alone?”

[curryplip-blog]

The news? Had demon society grown so much in your absence? Weird. Maybe you should stop by for a visit. "--That worries me," you say with a grumble and a pained expression. Demon culture was different, sure, but kids were still kids. To you anyway. "Maybe I ain't bein' so culturally sensitive, yeah? My bad." You expelled a sigh. "Anyway, yer not gonna sleep in that are ya? I can give ya a shirt or somethin'. Maybe I got somethin' bunny orientated--I don't know."

   “–The news has all sorts of great stories. Some cover the deceptive strategies of various netherworld’s and how their overlords came into power, plip! Others cover interesting phenomenon such as reports on how a team of ten people towered on top of one another to form a fishing line and caused their enemy to be used as fishing bait to lure out a shark demon. Sometimes they covers global inflation and the affects it has on the nether worlds in general.” She saw nothing wrong with any of these topics, but his question to her outfit as sleep ware were warranted. “Um…I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to change a bit of my clothes for the night, but I’d prefer to keep my jacket it that would be okay, plip.”

[curryplip-blog]

"--I've been meanin' to talk to ya's about yer get up, bunny ears." You took a drag from your e-cigarette--because of kid friendly reasons--before continuing on. "Why don't we get ya somethin' more kid friendly? Like overalls." You liked to pretend you knew what you were talking about.

   “–Plip? Is there something wrong with my attire? This is tame compared to others clothes in the netherworld. Take the celebrities on the daily netherworld news. Some of them wear costumes ten times worse than what I’m wearing.” She didn’t see a problem with her clothes personal and wondered why he’d keep referring her to be a child. Well, she was a child in the eyes of other demons as Usalia was still a few hundred years off from a thousand, but that didn’t mean she was uninformed of the ways of adults. “I don’t see a problem, plip.”