39th dish - text

[baratiesbest]

Stop fucking with us.

[[ ooc: Extreme levels of stress? Check. Two canon mates leaving in the same day? Check. Woman of his dreams arriving in hell? Check.  One blond, delirious cook aimlessly wandering the streets? ....check.  He'll be leaving the Lights right about... now, leaving his communicator behind. Replies will be severly delayed. ]]

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[perpetualstoic]

[Here, have a Yuki walking past you, smoking a cigarette.]

[baratiesbest]

[Oh hello stranger I might have seen but never talked to. Have a shoulder-bump while we're at it.]

Ah... sorry.

[Disoriented? Preoccupied? Kind of... really snappy? Yup. ]

[perpetualstoic]

[He makes a face, probably annoyed. But it's hard to tell with Yuki, since he's usually a crabass and he's had a terrible week.]

...

Watch where you're going next time then.

[baratiesbest]

Tch. Right back at you, asshole.

[Aaand he'll just keep going. Sorry man, no small talk today.]

[perpetualstoic]

... Yeah, I'm the asshole here. Retard.