First Sweet~

[demonic_chef]

What is this place? It certainly isn’t home and it’s not familiar to me in any way, shape, or form. I didn’t think I’d get drafted into a… war… either, I’m not the type to fight. I have never been a fighter; I guess you could call me a lover instead. Or a chef, I’m that as well, but certainly not a fighter

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[pastaintthrough]

A lover not a fighter, eh? A good one? ♥

[demonic_chef]

That's what they say down at the bar, yes...

[pastaintthrough]

So I'm sorta free, you see...

[demonic_chef]

Though I must ask one thing... It's fairly important. What is your gender?

((IT'S RELEVANT. I SWEAR. xD))

[pastaintthrough]

Whatever you want it to be, baby. ♥

But seriously. I'm a chick.

[demonic_chef]

Aw~ How unfortunate.

[pastaintthrough]

Oh. You're one of those, aren't you.

[demonic_chef]

What do you mean one of those?

[pastaintthrough]

Dude.

Pulling your leg.

SO NOT INTERESTED.

Unless you're a Polynesian knife-thrower.

[demonic_chef]

And I'm neither of them.

Quite a way to introduce yourself though, miss...?

[pastaintthrough]

If I'm not doing it with a bang, I'm not doing it right.

The Rumor. You can call me Rumor. And you are, fairy boy~?

[demonic_chef]

A great way to look at life, keep it interesting.

Ono Yusuke, a pleasure. And I'm not a fairy boy.

[pastaintthrough]

Likewise.

I could probably make you a fairy boy. Don't tempt me because I am. Oh, I am tempted.

[demonic_chef]

...Leeet's not do that, I'd much rather not be a fairy boy.

[pastaintthrough]

You are so not fun, you know that?

[demonic_chef]

Sorry to disappoint then.