barrier prince

“A tip? For wasting my time? Ok, you don’t have to worry about that.. It’s not like I’m doing anything else with my time right now, anyway.” He’s gonna meet some strange people here, huh…

 “.....” He does give a extra tip when the option does come out in payment. 

“Does it really? I mean, I just met you…” Booster doesn’t usually talk about his issues… at all. It’s just so strange in this place where no one knows him…

 “...Thank you for joining with me.” it was a calm, clear day. Snow was falling, winter wear was out. And Juumonji was looking at all the stalls with a eye for detail. 

“Haha! That is… seriously untrue. I could probably complain for like, an hour at least. But that wouldn’t really be fun. So uh… don’t worry about that!” 

“Hah. Maybe I will… Who knows, maybe my gorgeous face will help attract more customers.” 

“Wow. This is gonna be weird. Going from superhero stuff to… cafe cashier. That is if I get the job…”

“I have many questions.” And he does. He’s curious about a lot of things, but he’s also not sure what to ask about first. Where to get good mushrooms, or what there is to do around here, or maybe different lounges he can look at. Mostly, he wants to get into a little bit of trouble with his brother, but he’s not sure how to ask about that.

“First, I should ask for your name. I’m Jade, Jade Leech.”

that has to be the most contrasting of fore and sir names he has ever heard. a nice name...but leech? it was something like from a horny novella. not that...he reads those [recently]. He offers a smile, offering one muscled hand to shake. 

 “Katsuto...Juumonji.”

Angeal shakes his head and smiles a little more as he looks at the spread in front of them. Of course he’s not about to complain, why would he? “No, I don’t think I will,” he said, shaking his head. 

He turns to the other large man and offers a hand. “I’m Angeal, by the way.”

A westerner. First name basic seems polite? 

 “...Katsuto, Juumonji” its a easy name to remember...possibly. in any case he crosses his big arms, thinking about the cost and estimates about buying many things along the way. 

He takes the offered hand. 

“…Thanks,” Koku says back to the man, with a small smile. As he took a seat, he feels the injury on his back act up. Wincing and sucking air through his teeth, he instinctively put his hand on his lower back, but takes it off and sighs after settling into a comfortable position. Turning towards the person, he takes the egg sandwich from the person, and takes a bite.

“…It’s a been a while since we last talked, huh?” He asks. “I think I have forgotten your name, too. I’m sorry about that.”

 “Its alright. I hardly introduced myself properly. Juumonji Katsuto.” it was a start and making friends is something normal people do right? in any case he’s one who would remember the other...if he hadn’t also forgotten. it has been months since they met.

Angeal looks down at the samplers and tilts his head. They certainly look… interesting. “I could do without the cucumbers,” he says, and takes another bite. “But I can’t complain too much. It’s free.”

Big men such as them need a sufficient amount of meat and protein in their diet to retain their builds. And being that he is a juumonji, losing muscle mass is not a option right now. 

Koku still felt the aches from last night. The pit was never really kind to him, regardless of how many times he jumped in. Koku can never remember if he jumped in or not, but from what he’s heard, he can suss out what he’s been doing every night. Doesn’t take a genius to know where pain comes from.

So, with gauze on his head, he took his usual lap around the city, running into someone he recognized before. Walking up to the picnic, Koku asks with a smile, “Do you mind if join you?”

Juumonhi has a habit of talking to people who are stronger than they look, and have various emotional problems or lack of them. in any case he takes one long look at the other before offering a nod and a sandwhich. 

 “Of course, please help yourself.” he says , its only a egg sandwhich but its enough to last the day. 

Sharing lunch, a picnic in other words in the open park was nice. a basket of sandwhiches open for anyone... 

 “Its not that bad.” free samplers were always a threat to public health because people tend to stampdede when desperate for food. the sample sandwhich was...alright.