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It was always, oh we forgot to give you this piece of evidence, or we did an updated autopsy that completely changes the trial, and even worse, the police detectives screwed up again, sir. Seriously, his job would be a lot easier if there were less idiots in the police force.

Sifting through the papers once more, his hand hit something under the papers. Oh right, he had brought the new issue of Steel Samurai with him, in case he got bored. It seemed like his decision to bring it had paid off. 

Fishing the book out from under the stack of papers, he sneaked it into the inside cover of the case file, making it look as if he were actually working and looking at the file and not a comic book. It would be disgraceful as the chief prosecutor if he was seen reading such a book.

The young woman let out a sigh of relief; she hadn't been caught staring at the man, nor had her footsteps upon the pathway been loud enough to signal her approach.

Still, in fear of getting caught, she averted her gaze quickly and sidestepped off of the path, as if something else had caught her interest.

He appears to be busy, she thought; remembering the pile of papers that he seemed to be pouring over. Of course, a man looking at a pile of papers probably -- certainly -- wouldn't be suspicious. And Maya knew that doing such a thing wasn't a tell-tale sign of who the man was, or his profession...

So, it was entirely possible that she didn't recognize the man as she thought she had.

She mulled over the situation for a few minutes -- she could always approach the man and ask him, straight out, if he was whom she thought he was. Or she could continue gazing at him from a distance and try to piece together if she did, in fact, know of this man.

With a determination that certainly didn't match her steps, she cautiously approached him, being careful not to shock or startle him.

She cleared her throat gently before saying, ＂ Excuse me... your name wouldn't happen to be Miles Edgeword, would it?＂

It was something like that, wasn't it? Though she knew that her sister, Mia, wasn't entirely good at remembering people's names. And it had been quite some time since the two Fey siblings talked; let alone discussed cases and prosecutors and lawyers.

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✚

✚ For both of them to accidentally get food poisoned.

It was a brilliant plan… or so Maya had thought.

How hard could it be to cook when you have all the supplies that the recipe – which was found on the internet – called for: the cooking oil, the measuring spoons, the pots and pans, a step-by-step guide, and a picture of what the finished product looked like.

Sure, what was sitting upon a plate on her small, round kitchen table didn’t match the picture on the recipe exactly– the meat on the plate didn’t look as well-done as the meat in the picture but who liked their food that well-done, anyway? And the vegetables that were paired with it were… well, more wilted, I suppose you could say, than they were firm, like the picture shown.

But what did that matter? To Maya, it didn’t.

In fact, she was very proud of herself for even attempting such a feat. She’d never cooked once in her life, but she did watch plenty of kitchen workers in restaurants. And, to her, that was enough to be able to get a grip, however small, on cooking.

When she realized that she’d made a wee bit more than she wanted to – which, actually, was accurate to the recipe, since it was for 4 servings – she decided to scroll through her contact list in her cell phone and find someone to invite over to dinner.

＂ Hey~ I made some dinner! Wanna come over~? ＂

Most denied her invitations, for reasons that she wasn’t sure of. To her, it was insulting, actually.

Until one brave soul, Sophie, accepted her invitation… not quite knowing what, exactly, she was getting herself into.

Before the other young woman arrived, Maya made sure that everything was presentable: the apartment and, most importantly, the food. She also made sure to put the recipe away, so Sophie couldn’t see what the meal should actually look like.

Just as she was setting up an extra chair at the table, the doorbell rang, signaling her company’s arrival.

Maya opened the door enthusiastically; a wide smile upon her lips. ＂ Come in, come in~ ＂ her voice chimed.There was certainly no denying just how glad, and thankful, she was… that she had someone that could share this magnificent meal with.

And the meal went smoothly. Or, at least, it went down smoothly. It didn’t taste all that bad, but it did taste a little… off.

However, she didn’t say a word about that. Nor did Sophie. Which was, in Maya’s book, a good sign. It also made her believe that the “off” taste was just all in her head.

Everything seemed to be going well: the meal had been eaten, and the leftovers placed into the refrigerator for another day.Sophie lingered around for a bit longer before stating that she had to leave, to which Maya had walked her to the door and they exchanged a quick ＂ bye ＂ and a lingering ＂ cya later~ ＂ and she watched the young woman walk rather quickly down the hallway.

It wasn’t until roughly twenty minutes after her company had left that Maya had begun to feel unlike her usual self.No more was the chipper smile that was dancing upon her lips while Sophie was around. Now she had a slight upset stomach and she could feel a headache coming on. And as the minutes ticked by, the headache began to pound against her skull and her stomach began to flip-flop… a telltale sign of nausea.

It wasn’t much longer after that until she was running to her bathroom.

…Could this be why Sophie had left the apartment the way that she had?

Maya wanted, so badly, to convince herself that this same thing wasn’t happening to her friend.

Once she was finished in the bathroom, she meekly walked over to her cellphone to text Sophie… to ask her how she was feeling. Maya didn’t want to outright ask her if she was, indeed, sick due to her cooking.

But she didn’t have to. As soon as the screen for her phone lit up, she saw that she had a text from Sophie.

With slightly shaking hands, she pressed the read message option.

Thanks for the food poisoning.Next time, we’re going out for lunch.

[hapiurepi]

Figuring the namesake needed no explanation, he moved onto the next point of interest, the robotic hand on her shoulder dropping back down to his side once he was certain the girl – who had introduced herself as Maya – was able to keep up with his unusually energetic strides.

“LA, huh? Ain’t that somethin’, I not long got here from New York myself.”

Contrary to his thick London-based accent that gave away his birthplace, Joseph had actually spent the past couple of years of his life in the big city. A place which certainly only added to the amount of trouble he got in on a daily basis.

The busy city lifestyle had made him even more tough than he had grown up to be, and the sudden move to a rather peaceful European setting just didn’t feel right at first, but the longer the time he spent in Brieve, the fonder he grew of it. And he was sure Maya would probably feel the same.

“Got here ‘bout a month or so ago, but I’d visited before with my Granny. Now it’s just me and my cousins. I can’t say I know everywhere around here, but I know the most important places. The burger bar being the main one!”

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Maya, herself, was quite energetic and bubbly when it came to both her personality and, especially, her gait. Though her legs were, undoubtedly, much shorter than his, she did her best to keep up with his strides.

She thought it a bit unusual for him to state that he was from New York but have such an accent. However, she couldn't place his accent, nor could she exactly contradict his statement... so she left it alone. For the time being.

＂ Ooh~ New York!? I've never been there myself, but I've read about it when I was searching for a place to move to. It was too close to home, for my taste. ＂

Never mind the fact that New York was almost 2,500 miles away from Los Angeles--

Without a pause, the young woman continued,

＂ It's good that you've got family here with you! You all must have a blast in the city! Eatin' burgers all day long and doing... whatever it is you all do!

I bet you paint the town red. Or pink. Or even rainbow colors~! ＂

As if as an afterthought, she added, ＂ ...What do you think the city would look like if it was rainbow-fied? ＂

If there was one thing that could be seen as strange about Maya, it would be her train of thought. She had a tendency of trailing off on some obscure thing that had nothing to do with the general conversation.

She also didn't have the greatest focus, either, and could become quite easily distracted by even the smallest thing.

[senthereforareason]

Accidents happen all the time.

Send one of the following for my muse’s response.

☹ For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door. ↘ For yours to accidentally make mine trip on the stairs. ♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.  ✄ For mine to accidentally break a glass and get yours cut.  ♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing. ♕ For yours to accidentally hit their head with mine’s head. ❊  both of them to accidentally fall right into a thorn bush. ☄ For both of them to accidentally get bitten by a furious dog. ✚ For both of them to accidentally get food poisoned. ⊙⊙ For yours to accidentally get soap in mine’s eyes.  ✗ For mine to accidentally cause an allergic reaction to yours.

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One of the things that Maya had read about prior to moving to Brieve was the park. Though it wasn’t described as luscious nor elaborate, she had to admit that it was presentable, and certainly more taken care of, then the park she strolled through in Los Angeles.

The air quality was much better, too. She didn’t have to think about the smog that would invade her lungs with each inhale like she’d done back in LA.

Her favorite thing to do at any park, was to take a stroll and watch the people around her.

Perhaps it was a slightly bad habit of hers – it wasn’t nice, she was always told – but at least she’d never been caught staring or anything. …At least, to her knowledge she’d never been caught.

Yet each time her eyes would wander from person to person, they would always return to glance at one particular man. There was something about him that made the gears in her mind turn; there was something so very familiar about him, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Unbeknownst to her, the more she thought about why the man looked familiar, the more she would move closer to him…

Would she finally be caught in the act of people watching? --Or, more specifically, would she be caught approaching the man as she stared at him?

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[mysticmaya-blog]

Mom told the best stories ever!

[hapiurepi]

“Well now, doesn’t that make us quite the burger eating pair?”

The Joestar’s voice was jovial, a wide grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he spoke. He didn’t know this girl, but he liked her attitude. Anyone who had such an upbeat, confident outlook on stuffing their face with hamburgers instantly won his respect.

With a change of plans now in motion, the brunet reached out to place the steel palm of his prosthetic hand on her shoulder before quickly starting to walk; momentarily pulling her along as he began following the path to what was probably his favorite place in the city to grab a bite to eat lately.

“I’m guessing you haven’t been here long if you don’t even know where a good place to get some food is, huh? Don’t worry, this Jojo has your back – I can show you ‘round this place! After lunch, of course.”

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There was no hesitation from Maya when she felt the man's hand upon her shoulder to lead her along, and she tried her best to match his stride as they walked together.

＂ Jojo, hm~? Is that your name? I'm Maya... and yes, I just moved here from Los Angeles not too long ago, so I'm still learning my way around. ＂

A beat. Then the young woman turned her head to face him; a smile dancing upon her lips. If there was anything that made the young woman happy, it was burgers. Or food in general.

＂ And there's no better way to learn about the city than by having a burger eating partner that knows where the best burger joint is! ＂

＂And by getting a tour of the city~ Bonus!＂

She certainly couldn't pass an opportunity like that up. To her, it was like a once in a lifetime offer. What other nice not-quite-a-stranger-anymore would join her for lunch and offer her a tour around?

＂ So, I take it you've lived here for a while? At least, longer than I have, anyway...＂

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hapiurepi:

Unsurprisingly, the brunet was spending yet another day procrastinating from the work he had to do; an essay for college going untyped and alone on his laptop back home (how he continued to even maintain a place at Bellona was a miracle in itself) in favour of wandering around outside, keen of taking advantage of some kind of lunch time special in a cafe around the city.

Hands resting comfortably behind his head as he walked, the Joestar sighed to himself. It was kind of cruel how he was forced to spend his lunch alone even when he actually knew people here, but oddly enough, his savior soon came in the form of a tiny girl who’s height barely reached his chest, asking about the choice location of some good burgers.

A girl after his own heart, if he did say so himself.

“Isn’t that funny? I was just about to invite you along with me to get some~” A total lie, but the idea was in his mind now that he’d actually said it. “I happen to be a burger eating master around these parts.”

The girl stared, then blinked, obviously confused by the man's comment about how he was just about to invite her out for burgers. She didn't know this man from a hole in the wall.

He did, however, pique her curiosity with his claim of being a burger eating master.

She'd never met another burger lover before. Her sister-- the one who'd introduced her to burgers in the first place-- wasn't even that much of a fan of them... Quite honestly, over the years, the younger Fey felt as though her sister tolerated them, for her sake.

And there was something about his comment about being a burger eating master that made Maya want him to prove such a fact.

If only because she felt that she should be the one who could claim that title.

        ＂ Oh, yeah~? ＂

＂ I'd like to see that! Where I come from, they call me the Burger Queen~! ＂

A fib... certainly. But he didn't need to know that.

＂ Feel free to lead the way, Sir “Burger Master”~ ＂

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hapiurepi​

                                          Burgers. A girl's best friend. At least, this girl's best friend. Who needed diamonds or other gems or flashy jewelry?                               Not this girl, that's for sure.

Even before the first pangs of hunger began, she had made up her mind: she was determined to find a restaurant that served burgers and that would be her lunch. And possibly her dinner.

But being new to Brieve, she didn't know the city much at all. Sure, she knew where she lived and what was around the vicinity of her apartment complex... However, she hadn't traveled much outside of that.

Stepping out of her apartment building and onto the sidewalk, she waited for, what she deemed to be, a friendly looking face to pass her by.                      And it was then that she posed a question:

＂Hey, do you know where I could get a couple of burgers ‘round here? ＂

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innheritances

Maya was well aware how big the city was before she moved there, and she knew that the city was split into districts.               She had memorized her own district -- five. And she knew that she could travel between all of the districts by taking the train, which is what she’d done.

What she hadn’t expected was getting lost inside of the city. As far as she knew, there were no signs when she had gotten off of the train, informing her what part of the city she had arrived in. Unless there actually were signs and she somehow missed them -- which, honestly, wouldn’t be very surprising. The young woman certainly isn’t the type to be aware, nor vigilant, of her surroundings.

   Now she was in quite a predicament. If she didn't know where she was, how was she supposed to get back home?

Should she retrace her steps and head back to the train station to see if she could find a sign?             ...But what if she ended up even more lost around this part of the city?

Frantically, she looked around in search of someone who may be able to help her. And when she spotted someone nearby, she called out,

＂What part of the city is this? ＂

[eurasianjay]

花冠

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[zamiiz]

maya fey