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[blastiafreak]

[Icon is actually somewhat relevant, as Rita is at work at Hymns of Lorelei--in uniform, of course.]

Man, what kind of emperor designs outfits like this?

[That's all she mutters, noticing that she's needed at a table, so off she goes~

ooc: 4th walling and/or actionspam are gogogo! Late replies, though, due to actual work.]

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[boobcommas]

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[boobcommas]

[She just walked in... and now she's running up to you.]

Oh, Rita! What are you wearing? That looks so cute on you!

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[blastiafreak]

Huh?

[Cue dumbfounded expression. Rita can't even properly form an answer as she just...gapes.]

This...What..?

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[boobcommas]

[Finally calms down enough from her excitement over seeing Rita dressed so cutely!]

Rita- are you all right? I didn't know you worked in a place like this.

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[anti_buttons]

[If he's going to be stuck here again for a day or two, he might as well eat. He'd almost never eaten out while actually living in the city, frugality too hard to shake, but at this time... why not?

Once shown to his seat, he considers the menu. Better than staring at the uniforms, which are cute.]

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[blastiafreak]

[On her way past with a couple dishes, she spots somebody familiar. She's not all that pleased though, preferring nobody she knows saw her working, but...she can put on a business face.

And hey, she doesn't actually know he ever left the City in the first place.]

Ready to order?

[As professional as possible. Maybe he won't recognize her.]

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[anti_buttons]

Yes, I-

[Looking up beyond his menu, Uryuu pauses, blinking with surprise. He pushes at his glasses, out of reflex.]

Rita-san?

[A job is a job, of course, and he hadn't known her well enough to say how she would feel about the uniform. He recovers.]

Miso mackerel stew, please.

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[blastiafreak]

[Recognized--damnit. Although her tone and expression keep relatively calm, her eyes narrow at him.]

Yeah, that's me. And you're Uryuu.

[Since he never gave off the vibe of a jerk, she's not overly defensive. But it's still awkward.]

...Anything else?

[dclx]

You don't like them?

[blastiafreak]

I don't hate them, but...They're the kind of thing sick freaks fantasize about, you know!

[dclx]

I don't know anything about that, but they've always been a big hit.

[blastiafreak]

I should've known...Aren't restaurants supposed to be popular for the food?

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[lucha_moooeee]

[Hungry as all hell, Travis walks into the little cafe hoping to get something to eat before he goes looking for an exit, some anime, or some porn. Not necessarily in that order. As he looks around he notices the female workers in their uniform and the assassin-otaku can only say one thing.]

Moooeeee.

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[blastiafreak]

[She'd noticed him coming in, so Rita's on her way to show him to a seat when she hears it. She has no idea what the hell that means, but coupled with his obvious inspection, it can't be something she'd appreciate.]

...Was that supposed to be a greeting?

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[lucha_moooeee]

No, just admiring the scenery.

[He shrugs.]

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[blastiafreak]

This isn't like a parade, you know. Are you going to sit down and order something?

[broken_chosen]

I don't know; I think that look suits you, sweet hunny~ ♥

[blastiafreak]

Sweet what?

[broken_chosen]

Hunny! No, but really. You make that outfit look alluring.

[blastiafreak]

...

...You're exactly the kind of pervert that falls for this stuff, aren't you?