#thread: komari

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Removing Thorns {Chase/Komari}

@littlejxsmine

    Passion and energy. Even without knowing the meaning behind the flowers, Chase already had his eyes out for the orange roses he saw on display. Not only was he reminded of the orange garbs the person he was going to gift this to, but he had a particular bias with the color and was immediately drawn to it. Along with a custom bouquet for a different person, Chase was overall happy with his purchase. It was all the more convenient when the people he was going to give gifts to happened to live together.

     With a bouquet and two roses in hand, Chase headed back to the hotel to drop off his gifts. He was just about to knock on their doors when he heard the door unlock, soon opening itself. Out came one of the recipients-- Komari.

    “Going out?” Chase hides the two orange roses he bought from the City Hall in light of the flower festival, not intending to give it yet. She could have been busy and had to go somewhere important. Handing her a rose to carry around might be an inconvenience. “I meant to talk to you but if you’re busy I could come back later?”

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Hell’s Kitchen [ Chase/Komari ]

@littlejxsmine

     There were very few things that truly ticked off Chase. Squid irked him, but not enough to piss him off. The same goes for dishes he just so happens to dislike. Now, if you were instead to invade his territory- his sanctuary- then that was a different situation all together. For Chase, work hours meant him being in the kitchen for 8 hours or more. Not some cheery brunette who should be out waitressing.

     His arms were crossed, a flat line on his face. The waitress hasn’t noticed he was already there, staring rather intensely from the kitchen doors as she busied herself with his ingredients and tools. He was far from pleased, but he gave the brunette a chance. A benefit of the doubt, if you will. She could very well be just there to clean. Anything, anything, but cook when it was his job to do so. He might have been a few minutes late- the first after so long- but it didn’t mean he was gone for the entire day.

     When it was clear she had no intention of simply doing anything but cook, it was Chase’s cue to speak up. Normally, he wouldn’t mind spectating others cook. He’d volunteer to taste test, even. But he’d prefer being asked first and foremost, not blatantly invaded simply because he was out of touch for half an hour. The contact list was there for a reason, she might as well make use of it.

     “What are you doing in my kitchen?” Chase finally speaks up, tone monotonous but with clear emphasis on what was his. Now, technically this was Kai’s kitchen, considering he was the boss and owner. But Chase has been working here long enough to mark it as his territory, and he’d rather not sully the already unremarkable sales of the diner with the hands of a newbie. The person being questioned was no stranger, but she was certainly no friend. Just the new waitress in town, probably bored out of her mind, or hoping to make it big with a one-time, big-time meal. Too bad you actually had to work hard to be good at cooking. He taps his fingers on his arms as he waits for a response, patient, but growing impatient by the second.