#verifyvenuz.

Yang can’t quite pinpoint what she’s experiencing right now while waiting for an answer. She’s too confident, so it’s not that. Perhaps a mix of eagerness and sheer curiosity, yeah that’s gotta be it.

She’s leaning over the counter by the time YV speaks again, but she’s got no time to straighten herself because the answer is there. A solid yes. If you look close enough, you can see her eyes sparkling.

“Holy crap, thank you! Thanks so much Sir- YV!! The name’s Yang Xiao Long, but just Yang is fine, of course!” and just as eagerly, she grabbed his hand in a firm grip, shaking it. “I won’t disappoint ya, you’ll see! When do I start working? I’ll blow your mind with my repertory.”

          he’s really digging the enthusiasm on this girl! it makes him wonder if she specifically sought him out knowing that he’d react well to her endeavors or if she had happened up him completely by chance. either way, he’s thankful to have another eager, capable employee under his watchful eye.

         ❝i trus u not 2 disapoint me cus if u do ill kill ur a$$!❞  that... was honestly not an expected response to doing well at all, but it’ll be yang’s first real taste of the kind of guy that yv is. nonetheless, he doesn’t sound too worried about her abilities.

And off to the bar she goes, but not before making finger guns at him. It’s only reasonable to take a while to find everything she’ll need in a new place, but soon enough everything’s lined up on the counter for her. It goes pretty fast past this.

Once the lime juice is taken care of, she moves to grab the mixing glass. In goes the ice, lime juice, two ounces of white rum, a tad of sugar and syrup last. Though Yang’s focused, she’s got a smile on while mixing the drink. Once it’s well mixed, she pours it into a glass and hands it over only after attaching a slice of lime to the glass’ rim. Gotta look presentable!

“Aye aye Sir, here’s your cocktail. Hope it’s to your taste!” it’s quite simple, but he asked for a cocktail and not a show, so that will suffice.

          honestly, the finger guns probably would’ve sold yv on a really really good day all on their own, and it’d be even better if they were real guns! the best ways to get into yv’s heart are as follows: guns, shooting guns, confidence, initiative. while she didn’t have the gun parts down, yv will appreciate the confidence and initiative that she’s displaying.

          he watches the cocktail-making process with a keen eye, thoroughly impressed with the finesse behind it. she’s definitely well-trained in the art and don’t think he doesn’t notice that smile either. it’s a sign of passion, something he also loves just as much as this tasty drink.

          ❝gotta hand it 2 u, im imprezed.❞  the tone of his voice doesn’t come off as such, though, but believe him, he likes what he sees. ❝if u can keep dat up n xpand ur repertoire, u wont hav a prob workin here.❞

Did she consider that her approach might’ve been rude? No, not really. She’s too dense for that, and no one really bothers explaining her this kind of stuff. But hey, since the owner himself is here she won’t have to wait around, and if that wasn’t enough reason to make her excited, YV delivers the answer she’s been looking for.

Yang’s too confident for her own good, but maybe that’s her best quality.

“I’m aiming for any kinda job you can give me… But you see, I’m a girl with many talents!” she grinned, arms folding under the chest line. “I can make some pretty good drinks and handle drunkards like no one! So either bartender or security. If not both.” she’s here to win, YV.

           ❝drinks And buff??❞  he leans back in thought, mulling over the possibilities. he did just hire a new security guard, so maybe it’d be best to keep her behind the counter for now. not like that’ll stop her from throwing some bastard out onto the street anyway. 

I mean, go ahead. Not that Kimihiro would give up his seat. 

“Ah…“ So that was what was going on. Hm.. It would be a bit tricky to deal with that. “If you want me to rip out you heart then I probably can, but I don’t think that would be the right solution.“

“Who is the crush?“

      ❝who cares wat da rite soluzion is. its da solution dat I Want.❞  on the other hand, ripping his heart out might result in death, so yv does secretly hope that the wish granter has some alternate method to solving his problem.

Some fans argue that Kimihiro carried romantic feelings for a woman that was dead all along, but I will leave that up to anyone’s interpretation. His one true love was death, after all.

Kimihiro’s lips curled into a sly smile at Y.V.’s words.

“Love sick? A mighty creature like you?“ He cupped his cheek into a hand and leaned forward, smirking at the triangle in front of him. “Do tell me more. I need to know more about the root cause to solve your problem.“

          if you’re going to give him one of those bullshit smiles, yv’s coming over to push you out of your goddamn chair. if this was going to turn into a therapy session, he might as well just take a fucking seat, babe.

Heh. Pain because of love? That was a long time ago for Kimihiro. Maybe like, 20 chapters ago? Out of the 200+.

“So you don’t know what exactly makes you feel hurt… That is going to make things a little more difficult.“ He let out a sound of contemplation before he rolled around on the sofa; thinking about the situation. “Love is supposed to be a positive emotion, after all.“

He glanced towards Y.V. again from his new position. “Are you experiencing heartbreak?”

          kimihiro’s loved pains were fairly recent in... human terms. yv’s never had to deal with this shit in all the time he’s been alive. it fucking SUCKS.

        ❝ur da fukin wish granter here. u figure dat shit out.❞  or maybe he is trying to figure it out, but yv’s unwillingness to be specific was hurting more than helping. still, he’ll contemplate on the question before continuing. ❝idk wat 2 call it but it not dat. it umm... wat do ppl call it. love..sick--❞ 

Well then. Kimihiro was single and not ready to mingle, but at least creatures like Yung Venuz did not surprise him anymore.

He held his hand to his chin as he thought about this, not very used to the whole wish shop thing yet. Or, well, he was used to the business, but pricing was a bit… difficult. If he fucked it up he might die as a result. Or Y.V. might die. Whatever. Don’t you just love being at the edgiest spot of the magic spectrum.

“So you want to get rid of everything except happiness and bliss?“ That was going to be pricey. “Does the feeling of love and attachment not count as bliss to you?“

          ❝no cus it fukin hurts!!!!!❞  yeesh, yv, no need to yell at him. the only excuse he could even have right now is that he simply wasn’t used to dealing with a complex mix of emotions and the new experience isn’t something he likes. 

Yeah, he did. Occasionally he did housework too.

“Explain.“ He merely stated, figuring he should dig around for the true motives behind Y.V.’s wish. It was part of the process anyway. “What kind of feelings?”

          wow, housework. gotta get me a freak like that.

Guess one wasn’t allowed to sleep and lounge until about five in the evening. Kimihiro groggily opened his eyes and turned to Y.V., his kimono sliding off his shoulder as he leaned in to look at the triangle. He squinted his eyes.

“I do.“ Kimihiro answered, straight to the point in return. “What do you wish for?“

          he had to admit, the sight of this half naked dude just lounging around was... kinda hot. what the fuck, does he just lay around all day doing nothing but that?

          wow what the fuck is that? a triangle has come to violently slam open the door of your wish shop! mind the glass you piece of shit, people have to pay for these things. that doesn’t matter to yv though, as he floats up to the shop’s owner seemingly without a care in the world.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

that’s implying yv ever made dinner for himself or anyone else. if he ever actually wanted to make dinner (which is never,) he’d kick them out immediately. it’s his fucking mansion, he can cook whatever the fuck he wants. if he’s feeling nice, though, he’ll prep (a pretty horrible) dinner for his staff and anyone visiting. 

or order massive amounts of take-out. whichever comes out worse.

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

48. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

fist fight? gun god? do you see the problem here? yv doesn’t engage in fist fights period. he’s a ranged fighter and will do anything in his power to keep himself at a distance from whoever it is that he’s fighting. should anyone be lucky enough to close the gap, yv would still opt to dodge rather than physically fight head on.

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

i really can’t even think of any goals yv would have. he’s very much reached his peak and is at that point in his life where he can do anything if the thought ever came into mind and has the means to achieve what he wants no matter how long it takes. 

before coming to stella city, his ‘goal’ was to keep expanding his presence and influence across the multiverse. it’s the most long-term goally goal he has and will probably never be fulfilled, which he is fine with as long as he knows he’s making progress.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?