Deceiving Looks

Benriya is known for its odd jobs and requests. Most of the requests usually goes to Worick who’s in charge of the dance studio on the first floor of the Benriya building. All phone calls to him where connected to his part of the building and into his office. Today he was being called in to replace one of the entertainers of the bar called Quindecim, that he didn’t mind.

Worick was as lame as ever. "Doesn't fit a guy like you? There's barely any word that fits a guy like you, Worick-san. Except lame though. You're lame. Very." He retorts, scribbling a fee things onto a clipboard before pinning it under his arm and sticking his pen into his hair which was tied into a ponytail right now.

Nagisa leaned in a bit as the other turned his head away. He frowned in concern as a pout formed on the strangers lips. Had he said something wrong? The swimmer’s brows furrowed, his arms crossing over his bare chest as his mind ticked through what the guy could want. He’d run up with such vigor, too. Before Nagisa could ask, however, the stranger voiced his concern. 

'Some people are just smaller!' Yeah, that was indeed encouraging. Oh my God, Doug can feel his heart well up with those encouraging words that gives him hope indeed. 

Quindecim was one of the bars he never went to, simple because he’s never heard of it and that he really didn’t want to drink. He walked into the bar, looking around and he lets out a yawn. He was tired and his coworker told him to come over here to give the place a shot.

At the mere mention that it was indeed real, Doug immediately lights up like a fire cracker and clutches a little harder onto the other's arm. "They're real?! How the hell are those choppers real? Did your parents consist of a shark and a human? You gotta tell me!" Without warning, the dreadlocked male starts dragging the older stranger towards the bar he was stationed at. "Name's Doug, by the way! You really gotta tell me your story!"

It was a normal thing for him, really. He didn’t think much of it at all, actually! Nagisa would daily walk around the gym, half naked, sporting his toned body for all who happened to be there. This didn’t phase him, though. He’d pretty much grown up doing just that so it was no big deal, really. But, apparently it was to the deadlocked, squealing male that approached with the confidence of men who’d already served their time. Nagisa blinked in confusion, looking up at the stranger with a bemused expression. A smile quickly blossomed though as he chuckled sheepishly. 

"Yeah, everyone looks good; I see that! But what I'm sayin' is----" Once the question was asked by the younger male, he couldn't help but feel so attacked. That was really blunt, wow. He blushes a little more and looks away, pouting. Did he really have to put it that way? Its not that he wasn't in shape. Its just that---- he had like this permanent kid-like body no matter what he did. Many people had called 'shota' before and it annoyed him to no end even when he knew that it was true. Its hard being an adult in a kid body, in all honesty.

“Dying is the least of my woes, dear!” The hatter returns the commentary as she doesn’t spare the worried onlooker with one foot steadily in front of another, the wind currently blowing southwest and it’s quite stronger than before when she was on the pavement. Then again, with a broom wielded and her face lips and nose covered by a non-surgical face mask, such an appearance would’ve called for an influx of confused groans and staring eyes.

Seeing people on roofs really wasn't a new thing to him but, then again, the wind was really strong today and it was also kind of following the direction that can easily blow the lady off the roof with the right amount of strength. With the easy sight of her broom and non-surgical face mask, he pretty much had an idea that she was up there not just for the hell of it. He positions his hands to either side of his mouth to be able to increase the volume of his voice before shouting, "So you're sayin' that cleanin' the roof is more important than your life?" A pause. "You're one hell of a lady, miss! I like you already!"

If there was anything Doug had expected in this plan of his, it was definitely not this. He expected his target to be blowing fire out of their mouth, shouting profanities as it happened with their middle finger up and aimed at him. None of those things were happening before him. All he got as a reaction was a sad, cracked tone agreeing to what he had just said.