i found her walking down the road from home

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Characters: suck3rpunch3d
Location: Sushi place. YEP.
Time: Nov. 15, afternoon. :T
Style: Starting with prose because shit bro I love starting logs with prose BUT I'm fine with action if you're lazy.
Status: Open like Mindfang's legs. ha ha ha

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Comments

1/2 - oh my god.

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Redglare was busy grazing a piece of raw fish with her teeth when her nose stumbled upon a peculiar man in the establishment. There was just something so unique, something so odd, something so... SO COOL about him that she fixed her nose on him and his shenanigans.

2/2

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He made a pool of black, liquorice liquid on his tray and made the raw, dead fishes swim around it in a ceremony of shameless hedonism. She wondered, for a moment, if he shared her philosophy of "TH3R3 1S NO SUCH TH1NG 4S *TOO MUCH* S4UCE". Her smell turned to his odd, wooden companion; its happy face contorted in a malicious but ultimately adorable manner. She wondered if this ceremony he was conducting was normal; judging from the looks of utter disgust the other customers made, she scratched that up to "apparently not".

Redglare's heart was going a thousand miles an hour. She was, as they say, getting a case of the vapors. This alien man, whoever he was, was her destiny. This was serendipity. She wondered... if he thought the same.

She slid on over to his table and watched him up close. "Excuse me, human man. Am I intruding your Vatheonistic ritual? I couldn't help but notice your cool demeanor and excellent taste in food."

i don't blame him. this is like a romance novel meeting, except awesome.

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Oh God. Redglare inhaled. So cool.

"Of course. I would very much like to 'chill'." She slipped into a chair next to him, just taking in his cool presence like an excited fangirl. She fondly regarded his taste in eyewear; from the way the light from the kitchen reflected on his shades, it almost seemed identical to hers. They had so many common interests, wow! She ordered a waiter to bring her tray over to her new table, but other than that, her attention was fixed on him.

"What are you doing then, if it takes so much passion to accomplish? And," she paused, glancing at Cal. "I don't understand? What is that?"

oh gosh what a delicious cravat, so thoughtful of you to bring out an appetizer

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This man just kept getting better and better. The new addition to his state of dress was both ludicrous, and incredibly, deliciously sophisticated. It also seemed like he could flash step as well as she could, proving his competence in combat; he wasn't weak like the other humans around here.

"I see! That concoction over there is edible, but only in small amounts. Can I also sample one of your soy sauce sushis? It looks scrumptious in a bizarre, salty-sweet way!"

>:O redglare can't find the words to describe this man without being disrespectful

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Redglare eyed the offered piece of sushi for a second before biting it off the chopsticks, razor blade teeth almost breaking the poor, thin pieces of wood. She chewed thoughtfully. For normal people, they would've been disgusted at the torrent after torrent of soy sauce attacking their tastebuds. Redglare wasn't like normal people. True, with her sensitive tongue, the taste doubled in ferocity but she knew how to deal with hypersensitivity well and she found herself stabbing another piece of his sushi and eating it. GOD, SO GOOD.

"I think you just created something heavenly, mister," she said, mouth still full. Redglare was many things; lady, she was not. "Redglare, by the way. Neophyte Redglare. Do your people shake hands?"

that would be 1N4PPROPR14T3! (she loves it)

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Redglare enthusiastically shook his hand, taking mental notes of his manly biceps and his grip. "Well, Mr. Strider, you are a puzzle if I ever saw one! You are a gentleman and an oddball. You intrigue me, in ways I never knew I could be intrigued before, heheheh!" She gave him a playful wink before continuing, "What exactly do you call whatever you are doing? In general, I mean, because I do not believe I can handle the unbelievable amount of swagger and panache you have. I want to know how you do it."

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Redglare took the chopsticks and stared at them, trying to understand how they worked. After analyzing them, she appointed a chopstick for each hand and held them like pens to pick up another piece of sushi. It plopped down on the table. Fuck it. She picked it up with her fingers and just ate it. Human food was delicious, but the methods of consuming it were needlessly complicated.

"I see. I believe it's more interesting if your coolness is an in-born talent! You are a very special man. So what do you do for a living? I can't quite pinpoint anything from your demeanor unless you are some sort of exotic food connoisseur or perhaps a doll-maker? Your companion is of excellent quality."

1/2

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"Pornography?"

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"Hahahahahahaha! That is so depraved! Decadent! Inappropriate! Sick!" She grinned, wide and toothy. She leaned closer, as if to tell him a secret. "You are brilliant.

"What is a smuppet, though? It sounds incredibly chewy. From the context given, that would be doll pornography, yes? Haha, Strider, you are a sick, sick man! How do you live with yourself?" Despite the harsh criticism in her words, there's no malice in her voice; if anything, he could find amusement and a bit of adoration. She's not shifting back to her regular position, so she's presently making his grill her vacation home.