hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul

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Who: Yako Katsuragi and YOU; open to old and new CR alike!
When: Anytime from June 29th to July 3rd; tag as appropriate!
Where: Anywhere in the city, within reason.
Summary: Plagued by sleepless nights and restless ghosts, Yako finds herself making the rounds.
Warnings: To be updated as necessary!

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Re: June 30th // Funtom Bakery

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[ Even when she's feeling tired, a trip to Funtom Bakery always cheers Yako up, so she's decided to drop by to at least sniff appreciatively at the wares. At this point, she's left her packed lunches at the NCC, having stolen away here to pick up some things she can use for Break's teatime snack. The only person she knows who works here is Ritsuka, and he doesn't seem to be around-- but he's probably busy, so she can understand why. Currently, she's holding a pair of tongs and a tray with a couple of pastries on it, and she's walking over to Gilbert.

His face is vaguely familiar to her, but her own exhaustion and their barely existent acquaintance mean she can't place where she should know him from. He might vaguely recognize her from the bake sale and maid cafe, if he dropped by. She comes to a stop next to the sign advertising the new scones, automatically reaches out to put one on her tray... and pauses.

The look on her face, as her gaze drills into the scones, should be familiar to him: the silent, internal struggle of someone trying to answer the ponderous question of should I, or shouldn't I? It's not like she would be the one eating them... ]

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[ Poor, poor Gilbert. She startles when he addresses her, but she's quick to flash him a warm smile-- even if it's a little worn around the edges. Having half your face ache every time does that. ]

I'm looking for some things to bring home later... for tea. [ Now that she can hear his voice, recognition hits-- she's heard him speak to Break on the network, a few times. ] It's for, um, Mr. Break. You're one of his friends, aren't you...?

gilbert i want to cuddle you already ;~~~;

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[ She's taken good care to be more careful about patching up her minor injuries so that they don't invite quite so much comment, but little can be done to hide the dark bruises under her eyes that suggest she's had less sleep than she'd care to admit.

Her smile widens a little at Gilbert's reaction, something wry and amused in a way that lights her face up. Despite his assured weirdness, she has her own fondness for Xerxes Break. ] I've been living with him and Lady Sharon, actually-- since March. I guess I'm kind of his subordinate too, at least as far as helping out around the house is concerned.

omg my HTML NOOOOOO

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They're letting me stay at their house, so it's the least I can do. [ Though as Gilbert can probably surmise, the only reason that happened was because Break was involved.

Apron or not, the change in his posture alters his demeanor quite a bit, and she resists the urge to curtsey in return. ] It's nothing, really-- I'm sorry, I don't believe I've introduced myself properly. My name is Yako Katsuragi. [ A bit of maneuvering manages to free up one of her hands, and she holds it out for him to shake. ]

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[ He's much taller than her, so she has to tip her head back a little to meet his eyes. ] I could say the same for you.

[ She shakes his hand firmly; her own aren't exactly as soft as they could be expected to be, either. ] So you work here, Mr. Nightray? As a baker...?

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[ ... Side-eying the scones again, before she can help herself, she clears her throat. ]

What would you recommend? I usually drop by here for the cakes, myself, but I'm not really sure what to get Mr. Break this time. He isn't always specific about what he wants for tea.

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I've noticed. [ She laughs, since Gilbert looks so put-upon. ] Well, I guess I'll get a couple of these, then, since they're new.

[ And some scones go onto the tray, despite her doubts, and she heads to the counter to get them rung up. ]

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[ ... No matter how you look at it, that's a suspicious sort of reaction, wouldn't you think? Yako stands there for a moment, baffled beyond all possible comprehension, wondering what on earth she could have said--

Oh. Oh. ]

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[ "If they don't sell, it's going to break his heart, you know."

She hadn't know who Gilbert was personally, then, or who Daedalus was talking about. Now it makes a horrifying sort of sense. ]

Ah, you don't really need to do that! Just the scones will be fine. They look ... really good! [ And she has to pause to look down and check the veracity of her claim. Yeah, they actually do look surprisingly appetizing. ]