[open to all] oh i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

[prongsed]

WHO: James and anyone crazy enough to stumble upon him.
WHAT: Blissfully ignorant of the jungle-happenings, James is sitting in the bakery wondering where Sirius is and when Remus was going to get here already and also eating his weight in pastries.
WHERE: The Bakery
WHEN: Afternoon-ish. Maybe a picturesque little storefront bathed in warm light-

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[crystallizes]

Bruised, sore, and tired. And it was only the middle of the afternoon. This was absolutely what she got for spending too much time training -- it was entirely her own fault, but she couldn't exactly go around with a bounty on her head when she had no weapons at all. She had to train to get them back, somehow.

She'd skipped breakfast and ran late on lunch, which made it all the better timing for her to finally get something to eat. And maybe a cup of coffee or tea, whatever the hell the bakery had. Entering, she glanced around, and her eyes fell upon the rather bored looking boy sitting in the corner of the room. Whatever. As long as he wasn't one of those fucking bounty hunters, she didn't have a problem.

All she got was a pork bun(why did a bakery from this time period have one? But she didn't complain)and a cup of tea, before she moved to sit at a table, eying James out of the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to be attacked out of the blue.

[prongsed]

James sighed again, cradling his face in his hands, glancing up when another patron walked into the small bakery. His eyes drifted down to his journal again, the breeze drifting in from the open door ruffling the pages just enough to make James want to smooth them down. Scanning the new journal entries idly, a hand reaching up to scrub the back of his head, he took a closer look at the new customer before realizing SHE HAD GREEN STRIPES.

James wasn't exactly a stranger to the weird. Growing up in the wizarding world, he had his fair share of two-headed english-speaking chickens or that one time where Sirius' arse decided to relocate itself to somewhere that was distinctly not his arse and yeah, goblins were green, but this girl didn't look like any goblin he'd ever seen and come on, she was STRIPED! That was almost as fantastic as Gilderoy's purple trousers

[crystallizes]

Fou froze when she heard the others voice. She almost missed his first sentence, but managed to catch the end of it -- and immediately knew what he was talking about. Oh for gods sakes. This kid, a bounty hunter? No, she didn't think so. Moron? Perhaps.

She was going to ignore him, but then he asked if she was a goblin and oh, god better have mercy on this boy. Part Goblin?! What the hell?! Fou narrowed her eyes as she turned to him. "Goblin?" She tried to stay calm, but the jagged edges in her voice still managed to cut through. She wasn't succeeding very well, obviously.

She was just glad she had a shirt on -- then he couldn't see the ones on her abdomen. He'd probably had been more convinced she was a goblin. She was never going to tell Bak about this. No. He would never let her live it down

[prongsed]

"It wasn't an insult! Goblins are fantastic! They make swords and protect money and things of that nature. I mean, there were those damn goblin wars that Binns goes on and on and on about, but other than that, they're pretty damn useful," James covered his tracks quickly, feeling very small for a rather average sized boy-man. "But birthmark, yes. That is groovy. Fantabulous. Please do not eat my innards."

Because honestly, he was getting concerned that these people really WERE cannibals, they were all so touchy and that bun she was eating wasn't even filled with fruity deliciousness, but with MEAT. What was that? Bakeries sold donuts and tarts and brownies and other things of amazingly tasty-ness, but NOT MEAT.

His whole world was slowly turning upside-down.

[blue_okashira]

Aoshi was familiar with Western-style pastries - he'd often taken breakfast with Kanryu, as was fitting for the head of his personal guard. He'd never quite developed a taste for them - too sweet - but they'd do for now, until he could get out to the market and procure something more suitable.

He stepped into the bakery, long sheath held in its customary position at his side, and managed to get himself something that wasn't liberally coated in sugar. And tea.

Automatically, he took in his surroundings, classifying most of the other patrons as locals - low to moderate threat. But there were two others, in the corner, who were very visibly different, apparently engaged in some sort of argument. Outsiders - unknown threat. He kept them carefully in his peripheral vision, hoping their argument would keep them occupied.

The people in this place were just so oddly...talkative.

[crystallizes]

Oh. What. An. Ass.

Was he just making this shit up? He just called her a goblin -- insulted her -- and then when he had seen the look on her face, he suddenly started correcting himself saying they were amazing and fantastic! What kind of bullshit was this? He was just trying to get in her good books, now, since he'd insulted her.

"Who the hell are you, anyways?" She asked, glancing at the man who had just entered out of the corner of her eyes. Paranoid, maybe. But wit ha good cause.

[blue_okashira]

With a slight inward flich - outwardly, he was just as composed as ever - Aoshi took a moment to consider. He had never been one to hide his identity, never one to lurk in the shadows when not on a mission. It was his opinion that if you were good enough, it didn't matter if your target knew your name.

He'd never see you coming, anyway.

Yet all the same, it was hardly customary - well, it apparently was here, but Aoshi had never been one to fall easily into line - to reveal personal information to complete strangers.

Compromise, then.

"Shinomori," he answered simply, taking another sip of tea - not one to miss the painful realization that he was far too pleased about being able to procure a good cup of green tea in this place.

[therage_beat]

[ooc; ;; Fou was actually talking to James. D; I just realized how that sounded now.]

[blue_okashira]

[OOC: LOL. Let's just go with it?]]

[therage_beat]

[ooc; Hmmm. I have an idea so we don't have to change anything, after James' post. :>]

[prongsed]

James' eyes followed their exchange ardently, not really sure whether to go barging in on the angry goblin's conversation. She was fantastically frightening for someone with green stripes and who was barely taller than his kneecaps. His masculinity suddenly drooped like a dead flower. "I'm James Potter?" he said tentatively, more of a question rather than the manly statement that he had intended. Because he was. Manly, that is. Very manly. And not at all frightened by midget maybe-goblins with green stripes .

"I mean," he started again, dropping his voice an octave, "I'M JAMES POTTER."

He continued on in his manly voice. "IT IS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU ALL."

The midget maybe-goblin with green stripes couldn't possibly contest this much masculinity. He was manlier than Snape was oily. Manlier than Dumbledore was sparkly and wise. And he was definitely more manly than cooked pasta.