nemesis-of-reason:

“Thanks~” She cracks a knowing smirk and takes a seat at a nearby table, nonchalantly holding up the menu with her hair whilst keeping her arms and legs crossed in front of her. “Now then…what do you recommend? Hopefully there’s some substance beyond the service…”

Bridget saw her to her table and set the menu out before she held it up. He held his hand out and nodded his head rather nervously- this day would end one way or another now. “I recommend our coffee jelly and cup of joe- our Cafe is trying to specialize in coffee.”

“Hm... Certainly puts the cafe in maid cafe, huh~” She ponders for a moment before pointing to a particularly extravagant promotional on the side of the menu. “Says here there is even latte art available... If I could get that on a satisfying cup, I’ll certainly be satisfied. And if you happen to have any siphon specialties, I would love to sample those in particular. Basically, show me exactly what this place truly has to offer~”

Yes

No

Good luck? 

“Yes, yes...I know I may look quite enticing in this form~ However, it would be in your best interest to not get ahead of yourself. That includes your pants~”

cuteonthestreets:

nemesis-of-reason:

“Oh? I wonder…could this show of power have unnerved you already? How cute~” 

Her body then begins to crackle with some strange static as she begins to advance. However, despite her imposing beginnings, a quick read of her surface actions would suggest that she is allowing Bridget to move forth…as if waiting to trap him like a fly should he misstep. And even if he doesn’t, he may regret his moment of hesitation in the end.

Okay. Gotta think. No matter how much power someone has, the safest bet is to back up, right? Moving forward just pushes you into an oncoming attack- mid-range fighting was best, he thought!

He took his chance the second he got it- and took a hop step back while firing out a yo-yo from his finger tip- cradling a second one in hand should he need to toss it.

“It’ll really be cute once I find a way to overcome you!” The weapon was reeling right for her chest, aiming to deal a blow that would knock some wind out of her.

“So that’s your angle... However...” 

Her fingers trace a circle before her, which quickly materializes into a wormhole of sorts just in time to swallow the yo-yo whilst in transit. Then, before a second has passed, another wormhole opens right behind Bridget, giving way to the business end of his own weapon now aimed directly at the small of his back with little time left to possibly withdraw before impact.