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Mitsuko Akiyama (bondagepirates) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-08-31 09:40:00

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mitsuko, nayuki

Ice Cream Time
Who: Open to everyone
What: Ice Cream!
Where: Kigakiga Ice Cream Store
When: Sunday- noon time
Why: Mitsuko wants ice cream

...and that certainly was not fine for Mitsuko. The normally refined young woman had her lips pursed in aggravation. The line for the frozen dessert was all the way out the door. It seemed almost uncharacteristic of the shop. At this rate, they'd run right out of Kiyoshi's favorite flavor- he had grown oddly attached to that "plum" promotional- and if they were only left with strawberry it would break the poor boy's heart. She adjusted her skirt, making sure that her wallet was still soundly in its pocket. How long had this line stayed in place? Five minutes? How disgusting- you didn't get in line and not think about your flavor; it should have been picked far before the line, anyways. Ice cream was very serious to Mitsuko.

"Come on...at this rate I might as well go make the damn things myself." She cursed. Mitsuko rarely cursed.

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Special Delivery!

kleinevidan
2009-09-02 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Nayuki stopped in his tracks as he stared at the long queue outside his destination. Never a boring day for the folks at Kiga Kiga, huh? His last job for the day was very straightforward that it surprised even him. Delivering a properly-marked package to the said store along with a blank Media Disk. Locking his bicycle onto one of the designated bike rails, he took his satchel out from the rear compartment. The parcel even had proper labels and company markings for once. From the size and weight alone, he could guess that they were prints for the Ice Cream shop. These are probably flyers for some event they've got planned this month. But then again, I've been here long enough to know that they've ALWAYS got something planned, regardless of the season.

Looking at the long line of people once again, he decided to search for an alternate mode of entry into the store. But just as he was headed for the back alley, his attention was caught by someone oddly familiar. Out in the open, she stood, wearing quite a pretty, yet agitated look on her face. But what gave her identity away for Nayuki was her unmistakable long, raven-black hair. The young woman's popularity in campus is undeniable, there's even talk by some of the boys in his class regarding confessions and white day. He shook his head, grinning at the fact that he was able to identify her despite not knowing her personally. I guess it's refreshing to find myself on the other end of this Reputation-Preceeding-You kind of situation.

Unsure as to why he felt compelled to strike up a conversation with her, Nayuki made his way towards Mitsuko from the rear end of the queue. He hoisted two reams of Kiga Kiga's parcel infront of him, with the Media Disk and the company clipboard balancing semi-precariously ontop. Slowing to a halt a few feet parallel to the young lady, he smiles and nods, "Good day, sempai. I can tell that this line isn't moving fast enough to everyone's tastes, and I'm just here for deliveries. Are you here for the day's special flavour or just returning for a particular menu mainstay?" A few seconds after opening his mouth, he realized just how much of his etiquette training he completely disregarded then. Strangely, he found himself feeling accomplished for it.

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