Real Situations

   rays of the sun that bathes the world at midday could genuinely blind him — Chou, the waiter of the underground, hidden floor. one not used to having direct contact with the sun much (a nocturnal being in essence). so, do excuse squinted dark blue eyes that gaze the scenario outside of restaurant windows, so bright and so dreamy looking! a, he’d surely never fit in there (even if facade is as warm as the gigantic star above).

   however, his job isn’t meant for daydreaming only — his boss’ gaze from behind counter warns him that much, man already on the run when the tension reaches his spine (if only Kaguya wasn’t sick on that day).

      “ good day, good sir ~ ! ” his greeting is filled with energy and cheerfulness, “ I’m today’s waiter, Chouchou or Chou for short! ” characteristic smile shown on pale features, “ ya have been lookin’ an awful lot to the menu ~ ! is there anythin’ ya’d like to know ~ ? ”his posture, once completely rigid and formal, will relax, bending upper body slightly towards client. “ if ya want any recommendations — the udon was lookin’ real good at the kitchen. ” charismatic and casually, he’ll suggest (even if he disagreed with it) it.

          There was a moment of panic that shot through him as soon as he noticed the waiter approaching him. He wasn’t ready to order! He’s been looking at the menu sure, but definitely hadn’t been reading it the entire time his eyes have been on it. “Um Hi I’m-” He stopped himself, he nearly just introduced himself to the waiter. Seriously Asher has knocked him off his social interaction game by not showing up.

He took half a second to compose himself, and tuned back in to what the other man was saying to him. “Uh yeah, sorry I’m not really sure what to order...” Ryland explained, rubbing the back of his head, slightly embarrassed that he couldn’t just tell this waiter his order. And now he has to waste his time by talking to him, telling him stuff he probably tells tons of people daily.

{ 🌹 } ||      “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Of course, she was aware of her extra cushioning, but that wasn’t to say he should boast about being able to lift her. “That’s a little bit insensitive, don’t you think? You’re lucky I have thick skin,” pun not intended, “otherwise, I might have cried on the spot!” Ah, it seemed she was milking his perceived cruelty for all she had. And wasn’t she just in her ways? He hadn’t even appeared all that remorseful!

Archer noticed the look on the young man’s face, it made a barely noticeable smirk at the corner of his mouth. This, right now, just made him grow a bit fonder. Like a proud, self-entitled father figure of some sort.

“… oh, so you do have a little bit of a bite to yourself.”

Sitting down the small, square table in front of the street restaurant, Archer set down a large bowl of Chinese food with their complementary chopsticks… and a fork if this boy was one of those cuties who was clueless with the traditional way. The raven didn’t have anything, though what looked like some dark tea, with a small teapot still steaming hot besides his cup for a refills. He leaned in, looking snarkily relaxed after his questions were answered.

“Second you started eating, ask away. Though… don’t talk with your mouth open. I’ll just leave.”

Second the other leaned for a the teapot due to the salty food, Archer moved it closer to his person.

“Ah-ah-ah. I’m paying for food. You want a soda or something? Ask the waitress. I ain’t paying for a five dollars juice can.”

          As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, he was quick to survey the place, looking for an easy getaway path if anything particularly shady was to happen with this guy. Though that thought process quickly ended when the huge bowl of food was placed in front of him, smelling like the best thing on earth. Well it probably smelled that good thanks to the fact that he hadn’t eaten all day. Quickly he reached for the fork, he knew how to use chopsticks but for him it was quicker to shovel food into his mouth with this utensil. 

Just as he was about to put the first bite in his mouth, he remembered that this whole thing was so he could ask him questions, “Yeah yeah I won’t talk with my mouth full. I was taught manners.” So he nodded and as he started eating he reached into his pocket to grab his phone where the things he wanted to ask were written.

Damn this food was salty as hell though, even after only a few bites his mouth was slightly dry. When he went for the nearby teapot to get a drink, it was pulled away from him, “Hey you mother-” Though he stopped himself, not wanting to ruin this ‘interview’ by making the man leave.

And that hit the nail on the head. His excitement and interest shot through the roof but the only giveaway, the only betrayal that showed on Jessie face, was the new brightness in his eyes. Oh what a delight! If they asked the right questions perhaps he’d give them the honor of a one-on-one interview. A little revival was overdue anyway.

“Local lore, huh? I know a few stories that might be what you’re looking for.” After flagging down a waitress to hand off his now empty glass he rested his hands on the edge of the table and flashed a smile, one that would have been otherwise unassuming were it not for the comment that followed.

“People say that a devil lives around here.”

          Asher perked up when the other mentioned that they knew some stories they could tell him, “You know some legends? That’s great!” He casually passed his practically empty glass to the waitress as well, not wanting to have to call her over later and interrupt their conversation. The blond leaned forward to hear the stranger better, eyes widening at the words that were spoken, “The devil? Like the Jersey Devil?”

Admittedly this specific rumor was the reason he dragged his friends out to this small town to begin with. So the fact that he was about to get the story he wanted made him more than a little excited. “What do you know about that story? And is it just stuff you’ve heard from others or do you have any first hand experience?”

“Hey, how did you get here, Tsukiyama?” the brunette uttered to the misplaced novel, giving it a playfully pointed stare. “You may seem real but your true home is in Fiction, not Non-Fiction!”

Today was a slow day for business but that didn’t deter the young woman. In fact, she found more liberation in having the whole shop to herself. It was a paradise to her, just her and the pleasant company of books. She took this opportunity to delve deep into her imagination as she stocked the shelves, acknowledging the printed works around her as if they had ears of their own.

Just as she was about to continue her conversing, this time with an appealing murder mystery, the sound of the door muted her, and she returned to the realm of reality. Taking notice of the lingering customer, she set Higashino back onto the cart with his other shelf-less companions, and approached him with open inquiry.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

          He was prepared to go looking for someone to help him but luckily didn’t have to when a women approached him instead, which made his life way easier. “Oh! Hi, I’m actually looking for a specific book and no place seems to have it so I’m trying here.” The brunet explained and reached into his pocket to pull out a semi-worn looking piece of paper, quickly going to unfold it. 

On it was the title of the book he was looking for written in a scratchy barely readable handwriting, “Oh it’s called The Inevitable by Kevin Kelly, my friend recommended it to me because he knows I like thinking about the future of technology. Do you carry books like that here or no?”

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─ ⸢ ·❀· ⸣ ─  ❝ I’ve  had  days  like  that ,  I’m  just  glad  you’re  okay !  I’m  Lenalee  Lee  and  this  is  our  cafe !  Well ,  downstairs  is  our  cafe …  ehe … ❞  

Her  once  smiling  face  quickly  turned  into  one  of  worry  as  she  heard  footsteps  coming  up  the  stairs  to  the  apartment . With  the  possibility  of  it  being  her  brother ,  she  quickly  realized  how  easily  he  could  misinterpret  their  current  position  .  Although  regretfully ,  she  once  again  gripped  his  wrist  before  dragging  him  along  behind  her . 

Her  bedroom  was  the  only  safe  place  she  could  think  of , so  pushing  him  in , she  followed  close  behind  before  slamming  the  door ,  a  look  of  immense  relief  on  her  face . This  would  take  a  LOT  of  explaining  on  her  part  but  she’d  rather  that  than  have  her  brother  go  into  one  of  his  tirades .

          “Your last name is also in your first name?” He mumbled questioningly. But before he had a chance to introduce himself he was getting dragged again. Though similarly to last time he didn’t bother to fight it. Soon enough, he was pushed into what he assumed to be Lenalee’s room, the sound of the door slamming causing him to jump slightly.

          It was sort of sad eating by himself in a restaurant but here he was anyway, because his friend had ditched him. It was typical Asher fashion and he should’ve realized this would happen, it always does. But he couldn’t leave because he was already sitting and taking up a table, luckily he wasn’t here for long so he didn’t look like a total dork. He could just play it off like he was the type of guy to dine by...himself. 

          This was the third bookstore that he’s visited and he still can’t find the book he needs. Well it’s more of a want than a need but he’s determined! Mostly he just doesn’t want to go home empty handed but if he doesn’t find it here he’s just going to give up and head back to his friends place. 

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Asher Edition

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hayride

2. scary vs. sweet

3. sweaters vs. boots

4. socks vs. mittens

5. bonfires vs. football

6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies

9. bake pie vs. bake cookies

10. rain vs. fog

11. black cats vs. owls

12. ghosts vs. wizards

13. harry potter vs. halloween town

14. go hiking vs. sleep in

15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg

16. reading vs. writing “Neither what the hell, I’m not Hideki.”

17. hot chocolate vs. tea

18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 “So many opportunities to see cryptids!”

19. candy apples vs. caramel apples

20. blankets vs. pillows

21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts

22. coffee vs. apple cider

23. red leaves vs. orange leaves

24. braids vs. bows 

25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods

26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie

27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes “None ew.”

28. coats vs. oversized sweaters

29. beanies vs. berets

30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups

32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire

33. corn maze vs. haunted house “Both fuck you.”

34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch