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Who: Yako Katsuragi [topslug] and YOU
When: The week of March 10th-March 16th. Just indicate the day and time in the subject of the thread.
Where: All over Siren's Port.
Summary: For someone who's just turned 20, Yako's been feeling awfully tired lately.
Warnings: PG13 to be safe.

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Marth 10th, Cozy Chestnut Cafe; around 4 pm

[sealbait]

[Perks of having a job at an expensive restaurant: huge tips and plenty of hot female customers to hit on. Downsides of having a job at an expensive restaurant: late lunches and not being able to afford lunch there.

Good thing he knows the way to a good cafe with a cute waitress.]

Yo, Yako!

[topslug]

[ The blond waitress that turns at Veser's voice, the lace of her petticoats swirling around her knees, has hair a hell of a lot longer than Veser probably last remembers seeing on her. ]

Veser! [ Still, the broad smile and the clip in her hair are familiar, even as she ushers him over to a seat. ] Already off work for the day, or just taking a break? [ She only has a fuzzy notion of when the Lion's Gate's hours actually are. ]

[sealbait]

[The teenager flops into the chair, flashing Yako a wide grin. He'll have to ask her about the hair later but for the moment he's happy to take in the "atmosphere".]

Lunch break. [He makes motion to his uniform.] Still too broke to afford to eat there and most of the chefs get freaked out watching me eat in the kitchen.

[topslug]

[ She laughs. ] Yeah, the kitchen is pretty much off-limits for me here, too. [ Though less for hygiene reasons than 'oh god she'll eat everything in the kitchen' reasons.

Yako passes him the menu with a grin. ] Here you go. Just let me know when you're ready to order.

[Lunch @ the Cozy Chestnut Cafe//March 15]

[rhythminmysoul]

It was on March 15th in the early afternoon when the orange tabby danced his way into the cafe for an early lunch. He smiled as he looked around. This place really was Cozy. He took his seat, removed his hat, and waited patiently.

[topslug]

It took a minute or too for Yako to come over with a menu, which she passed to Danny with a (somewhat tired) smile. Her voice still sounded chipper enough, but it looked like the girl hadn't been getting much sleep.

"Welcome to the Cozy Chestnut! My name's Yako, and I'll be serving you today. Just call me over when you're ready to order."

[rhythminmysoul]

"Okay miss. Can I start out with a glass of milk please?" Danny asked as he took the menu.

[topslug]

Trust a cat to go for the milk. The thought was enough to make Yako's smile a little wider, even as she nodded.

"One glass of milk, coming right up!"

She disappeared briefly into the kitchen, coming back with a glass of cold milk, and set it on the table.

"Have you decided on what you'll be getting?"

Underground Mall, afternoon, 15th? I FIGURED I SHOULD FINALLY TAG THIS.

[dancing_pierrot]

[The weather was getting warmer, and that was what had caused Franziska to set out for the Mall that afternoon once she had finished work. Hopefully this would be a painless endeavor and she wouldn't run into too many fools and idiots.]

[topslug]

[ Today, just because she hasn't been feeling particularly well, Yako's asked permission to excuse herself early. She's not really sure why she hasn't been getting proper rest recently, but she would sure love to have something to eat right about now...

She exits the food court and begins to walk towards the Mall's exit; she's so intent on her destination that she bumps into someone as she turns. ]

S-Sorry! [ Now that she gets a good look at her, isn't this one of the prosecutors she's seen around the office sometimes? ]

[dancing_pierrot]

[Franziska's hand immediately goes to her whip; she hadn't wanted to run into anyone even figuratively, let alone literally. The irritation is evident in her tone when she snaps at the fool she's collided with.]

Watch where you're going!

[And yet, strangely, all of a sudden something feels different somehow, and she can't quite place it. She's just disoriented, she tells herself, from being so roughly bumped into. She sorely wants to let her whip fly, but living in this city for long enough has made her cautious of physically reprimanding strangers.]

ugh sorry for slowness qq

[topslug]

[ In the meantime, the girl she's bumped into isn't looking so good herself. ]

Sorry! It won't happen again. [ She hesitates, memory working. ] You're miss, um... Prosecutor von Karma, right?