#omacek

                    “Ay, pinkie,” the fae calls from her seated position beside her trusty motorcycle -- recognizing the other from her semi-near death experience with heavy traffic a couple weeks prior, “you got any food on ya? I’m starvin’ over here.” 

“it’s the end of my shift. actually, it ended half an hour ago-- along with the selling.” because he doesn’t know the goddamn opening hours, he tends to come in when touka is just about to close up anteiku. is this a fucking habit or something? “i gotta disappoint you; no more coffee for today.” she isn’t even going to look at that dumb look on his face-- she doesn’t even have to see it to know that it’s that one.

   She complied right away, taking a bite from the flimsy plastic container  he’d bought for her. In her eyes, curry was curry no matter where it was bought. Sure, the mortal world was limited in flavors compared to the riches of the netherworld but it still had that wonderful aroma that she’d grown fond of. Usalia was very much a tiny and adorable little girl, and she very well knew it. “–This isn’t exactly what I’m used to yet, but thank you very much for the food, plip!” Ears twitched happily as the blonde continued to dig in, she very much enjoyed all of this hospitality. But the rabbit was curious as to why this male was so kind to her, and why he seemed to have no one around him. A simple inquiry would possibly do well to open that topic up. “Do you live alone?”

   “–Plip? Is there something wrong with my attire? This is tame compared to others clothes in the netherworld. Take the celebrities on the daily netherworld news. Some of them wear costumes ten times worse than what I’m wearing.” She didn’t see a problem with her clothes personal and wondered why he’d keep referring her to be a child. Well, she was a child in the eyes of other demons as Usalia was still a few hundred years off from a thousand, but that didn’t mean she was uninformed of the ways of adults. “I don’t see a problem, plip.”