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When: misc. days after event 9
Where: PLACES
What: THINGS
Rating/Warning: shouldn't be anything crazy!
a - mcceres
[By this point, work's become a monotony. It's a way to earn money, and he doesn't bedgrudge it for that purpose, but the forced socialization doesn't suit his tastes and the risk of running into someone he's conversed with - particularly after the events of the previous week - leave him tenser than he usually is.
At least he's an entertaining sight, dressed in his standard uniform of brightly colored apron and hat, sporting one of the flattest looks known to man as he asks:]
What can I get you today?
b - some random thrift store
[Shinji's stay thus far in Cerealia has been unkind to his limited wardrobe. His hat's looking particularly worse for the wear, his pants have small rips in them, and his coat is probably going to disintegrate the moment someone touches it.
Hence, his presence at the local thrift store.
There's not a whole lot on display, most of either not in his size or in atrocious colors and patterns he would never think to wear in public. Like the shirt he pulls out off the rack in sheer disbelief: a lemon yellow, with pink beach balls and blue umbrellas.
Who the hell even thought this was a good idea? And no he's not going to buy it, don't you dare ask.]
c - the cybuddy store
[Out of all the places in Cerealia though, the CYBuddy store is where Shinji's spent the most time of late. His guilt over attempting to sacrifice the things (and in some cases successfully) have led him to return time and again, to offer assistance in the store and give the remaining CYBuddies some proper attention.
It also gives him an excuse not to be social, and to put off thinking about the terrible things he tried to do.
Of course, there's no point in spending time in the CYBuddy store if he's not going to buy anything. There's Mitsuru's CYbuddy to spoil, and since he can't exactly buy gourmet CYBuddy food (does that even exist?) he settles for toys, picking out two and weighing them against each other.
He turns, eyes questioning.]
Hey, you got any idea which of these lasts longer?
[Quality over quantity, yo.]
d - game center
[Shinjiro isn't much for games. Having played only a rare few during his childhood, he'd never developed the fervor for them many of his peers had. That said, the pseudo-game of live action Pac-man he'd played his first day here had been kind of fun. He wanders into the game center one day when it's mostly empty - blame the early hour for that - and spends a good ten minutes just walking down the rows, checking out what there is on offer.
He stops in front of a fighting game and cracks a small smile. Akihiko would probably love this.]
e - choose your own adventure
[ooc: feel free to make your own scenario or pm me for an individualized prompt!]
unevoke & openWhen: misc. days after event 9
Where: PLACES
What: THINGS
Rating/Warning: shouldn't be anything crazy!
a - mcceres
[By this point, work's become a monotony. It's a way to earn money, and he doesn't bedgrudge it for that purpose, but the forced socialization doesn't suit his tastes and the risk of running into someone he's conversed with - particularly after the events of the previous week - leave him tenser than he usually is.
At least he's an entertaining sight, dressed in his standard uniform of brightly colored apron and hat, sporting one of the flattest looks known to man as he asks:]
What can I get you today?
b - some random thrift store
[Shinji's stay thus far in Cerealia has been unkind to his limited wardrobe. His hat's looking particularly worse for the wear, his pants have small rips in them, and his coat is probably going to disintegrate the moment someone touches it.
Hence, his presence at the local thrift store.
There's not a whole lot on display, most of either not in his size or in atrocious colors and patterns he would never think to wear in public. Like the shirt he pulls out off the rack in sheer disbelief: a lemon yellow, with pink beach balls and blue umbrellas.
Who the hell even thought this was a good idea? And no he's not going to buy it, don't you dare ask.]
c - the cybuddy store
[Out of all the places in Cerealia though, the CYBuddy store is where Shinji's spent the most time of late. His guilt over attempting to sacrifice the things (and in some cases successfully) have led him to return time and again, to offer assistance in the store and give the remaining CYBuddies some proper attention.
It also gives him an excuse not to be social, and to put off thinking about the terrible things he tried to do.
Of course, there's no point in spending time in the CYBuddy store if he's not going to buy anything. There's Mitsuru's CYbuddy to spoil, and since he can't exactly buy gourmet CYBuddy food (does that even exist?) he settles for toys, picking out two and weighing them against each other.
He turns, eyes questioning.]
Hey, you got any idea which of these lasts longer?
[Quality over quantity, yo.]
d - game center
[Shinjiro isn't much for games. Having played only a rare few during his childhood, he'd never developed the fervor for them many of his peers had. That said, the pseudo-game of live action Pac-man he'd played his first day here had been kind of fun. He wanders into the game center one day when it's mostly empty - blame the early hour for that - and spends a good ten minutes just walking down the rows, checking out what there is on offer.
He stops in front of a fighting game and cracks a small smile. Akihiko would probably love this.]
e - choose your own adventure
[ooc: feel free to make your own scenario or pm me for an individualized prompt!]
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Things that are also dark and gloomy: this entire place, especially when he hears the sound of his name being called over the hubbub of ordering customers.]
Hope things work out for that guy then. [Have some begrudging optimism from this end.] I gotta get back to work.
[With his.....not even half-consumed burger still sitting in front of him. Ah well. He'll finish it after his shift.]
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But Oz blinks and glances over to the counter once he hears the name, apparently having forgotten that breaks only last a set amount of time.]
Oh— [GLANCING AT THE BURGER...] Sorry! I didn't mean to distract you from eating. I hope you won't be too hungry during the rest of your shift...
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But getting up right now means he can survive yet another day in the Cerealia wilds, even if it means he has to scarf down his unappetizing burger later. Shinji wraps it back up, then dumps it unceremoniously back in the brown paper bag he'd brought it over in.]
'S fine. Don't always have time to eat during lunch anyway.
[Sometimes he doesn't even get a break and those are the days he wonders what's wrong with the population of Cerealia that so many of them are determined to get their crappy burger fix every day.]
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But Oz starts to scoot out of the side of the booth at that, taking his bags with him. They're definitely cold by now but hey Ciel can just microwave them, no big! He turns to face Shinji again after standing upright though, offering a smile. The friendship express never stops...]
Thanks for coming to sit with me, anyway. I like talking to you! You have good things to say. [Oz the perpetual embarrassment strikes again.]
Can I come back and have lunch with you again one day?
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You oughta find someplace better to eat.
[But that isn't an outright no and if he were entirely honest, Shinji would have to say that he doesn't fully mind Oz's company, even if the kid's a little bit too sunny for his taste sometimes. And as proof:]
There's a ramen restaurant a few blocks away that's cheap.
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To illustrate just how inescapable this is, Oz hums once, thoughtful. Then:]
I'll bring some for both of us the next time, then! [Is that what Shinji had in mind when he suggested that Oz go to the ramen shop?? SURELY IT IS. But before Shinji has a chance to go "wait no you little shitweasel", Oz is turning on his heel, bags in hand, and raising one in a half-wave gesture.]
Good luck with the rest of your shift! I'll talk to you later!
[AND HE'S GONE like a little hellion whirlwind in the night...]