#painedreflection

[immolxtion-blog]

     “This is all a little peculiar...” She remarks to the young man who served her tea and cakes. Tactless, she’ll admit, to just say such a thing to a stranger -- but his voice! It was an uncanny match to a certain red head, whom she’d been more than acquainted; though to her luck, this person was far more amicable. Be that out of general personality or necessity; he did work here after all. “I mean...I’m sorry, I must be looking at you like you have three eyes! “

[koundearu]

--bring your son to work day [closed w/ ura]

Komaeda had never worked a day in his life. He never needed to. Even after the death of his parents, he'd always been financially secured by his inheritance and his lottery winnings from a few years back. He wasn't a particularly frivolous spender either, and really only purchased necessities for himself. Needless to say he was intrigued by the opportunity to actually observe a work environment. He still had not completely adjusted to a lifestyle where both parents had to work to provide for a family, and he was not opposed to seeking employment himself, if necessary. However considering his uncanny and unfortunate luck, he had some apprehensions...

Even so, it couldn't hurt to test the waters before jumping in right? This was his mentality as he stood at the door to the local tea shop where his father Ura worked. He had yet to formally meet his other parent, and shadowing him in his workplace seemed like a perfect way to kill two birds with one stone... somewhat of a learning experience as well as a father-son bonding opportunity. 

It wasn't until he walked through the door that he realized a rather crucial detail- seeing as how they had not yet meet face-to-face... Komaeda had no idea what Ura looked like..

The shop was swarming with young folk... quite frankly it was difficult to tell children from adults... any one of these people could be the man he sought. Going from person to person asking if they were his father seemed incredibly tedious, not to mention embarrassing. He'd probably get shooed away more often than get an answer, or get kicked out for annoying customers. He saw but one solution, and pained him as it did, there really were no other logical options.

Sighing, he made his way through the shop until he came to the cash wrap counter. He proceeded to stand on top of it, and looked out over the clusters of people. How fortunate that no one had tried to stop him!

"In fact, it seems I'm being completely ignored... I wonder why that is..." He cleared his throat and inhaled, projecting his raspy voice as best he could. 

"Excuse me...!"  Any illusion of invisibility he'd had seconds earlier was certainly gone now, "Ah- Which one of you is my father? Which one of you is Ura?"

That should do the trick!

[profecie-blog]

Move Oolong, new husband comin thru [@ura]

    Entering the tea shop on a fateful day proves to be rather rewarding. Visits to local tea shops are always something he makes frequent in his days, they always have the best, calming atmosphere. Also, not to mention smell! The aromas of the teas, and the scented candles that are lit give the room, overall, a very serene mood. Luckily enough, he was able to find such a lovely place before heading home to his apartment.

    Business seems fruitful for this charming shop, customers here and there were seated at tables- either alone, or with a friend enjoying cups of tea with a pastry. There were small murmurs that can be heard from their lips emit around the room. At the counter, the prophet notices a green-haired male at his work, which then a light build lit up inside Waka’s head. This is it!

    “Pardon me, monsieur!” He speaks to the male when approaching, “I received a prophecy in the past which read 'you will have a beau-TEA-ful meeting'. You see, my prophecies are never wrong, I think fate has finally lead us here.”

    A pause, then he continues, “Oui, I think I’m correct. You’re one other piece to the family this land gives us.”