L-LOL, SO RUSTY. Also, totally spun off prompt, sorry Nagi-sama....1/?chipsforjusticeJuly 26 2010, 01:00:33 UTC
“So the clowns will pop over there, and there’ll be bubbles and foam will come out of that shoot.”
“Right...”
“The scariest part of the house will be on this end, and that’s when there are a few other workers that act like zombies and will start to nibble on people’s heads.”
“Of course- Wait, did you just say nibble?”
“Uhn!”
First, Kurosaki Ichigo did not apply for this job willingly. His father signed him up for this on the account of a favor for this woman, his “boss” as it may be. Something about his scary face and how he needed to get his own spending money for Christmas, either way, his good reasons for being here were minimal to none.
Second, this Inoue Orihime character was the softest woman he’d ever met. She worked- no, owned this haunted house, and she’s explaining to him what part of the ride the bubbles come out.
Unless those bubbles and foam were going to be made of acid, Ichigo didn’t think they’d be scaring anyone.
“Has it ever occurred to you that having people chew at the guest’s heads could get you and your workers arrested for assault?” He asked bluntly, not caring at all whether she would give him a funny look and fire him on the spot. Hell, the sooner he got out of here, the better. Working for holiday-themed events never did go well for him, and sitting in the front yard scaring little kids as they came by seemed like a hell of a better idea than doing this.
But her expression read differently than he’d expected. He genuinely expected her to scrunch her brows and pout her lips, possibly starting a temper tantrum, just because she was a 25 year old woman that acted like a child. The expression instead was that of a bit of curiosity and some disappointment. It was enough to make him scowl harder with his heartstrings being tugged just a bit. He wasn’t going to lie, it was an honest-to-god pained expression.
“Never mind, just what’s next?” He scoffed, keeping his voice low. He would’ve started going ahead of her just so he could hide the slight burning of his cheeks, but he knew he would immediately get lost if he did. She knew this place like the back of her hand, and he, being a newbie, well... didn’t.
Her previous fervor about her house started right back up and she began to walk ahead of him with a subtle bounce to her step. She kept rambling on about the features and mechanics of a “super room” they just put in, but Ichigo was growing too focused with her to listen about the layout of the building.
Perhaps she was a bit childish and seemingly immature, seeing as she was supposed to be acting 25, but she was awkwardly intriguing anyways. He was definitely aware of her looks, which made it only more baffling how a girl like her could look that good and act so weird.
Maybe it was because she didn’t act her age, he found her a bit interesting. His thought process stopped as she halted in front of him and pointed to the next door, a confident look on her face. The strawberry just about ran into her too if he didn’t snap out of it soon enough.
“Right...”
“The scariest part of the house will be on this end, and that’s when there are a few other workers that act like zombies and will start to nibble on people’s heads.”
“Of course- Wait, did you just say nibble?”
“Uhn!”
First, Kurosaki Ichigo did not apply for this job willingly. His father signed him up for this on the account of a favor for this woman, his “boss” as it may be. Something about his scary face and how he needed to get his own spending money for Christmas, either way, his good reasons for being here were minimal to none.
Second, this Inoue Orihime character was the softest woman he’d ever met. She worked- no, owned this haunted house, and she’s explaining to him what part of the ride the bubbles come out.
Unless those bubbles and foam were going to be made of acid, Ichigo didn’t think they’d be scaring anyone.
“Has it ever occurred to you that having people chew at the guest’s heads could get you and your workers arrested for assault?” He asked bluntly, not caring at all whether she would give him a funny look and fire him on the spot. Hell, the sooner he got out of here, the better. Working for holiday-themed events never did go well for him, and sitting in the front yard scaring little kids as they came by seemed like a hell of a better idea than doing this.
But her expression read differently than he’d expected. He genuinely expected her to scrunch her brows and pout her lips, possibly starting a temper tantrum, just because she was a 25 year old woman that acted like a child. The expression instead was that of a bit of curiosity and some disappointment. It was enough to make him scowl harder with his heartstrings being tugged just a bit. He wasn’t going to lie, it was an honest-to-god pained expression.
“Never mind, just what’s next?” He scoffed, keeping his voice low. He would’ve started going ahead of her just so he could hide the slight burning of his cheeks, but he knew he would immediately get lost if he did. She knew this place like the back of her hand, and he, being a newbie, well... didn’t.
Her previous fervor about her house started right back up and she began to walk ahead of him with a subtle bounce to her step. She kept rambling on about the features and mechanics of a “super room” they just put in, but Ichigo was growing too focused with her to listen about the layout of the building.
Perhaps she was a bit childish and seemingly immature, seeing as she was supposed to be acting 25, but she was awkwardly intriguing anyways. He was definitely aware of her looks, which made it only more baffling how a girl like her could look that good and act so weird.
Maybe it was because she didn’t act her age, he found her a bit interesting. His thought process stopped as she halted in front of him and pointed to the next door, a confident look on her face. The strawberry just about ran into her too if he didn’t snap out of it soon enough.
“And that... That, Kurosaki-san, is... The room.”
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