The Food Bet
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Thread Topic: The Food Bet
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Inu glared at the other ghoul that sat across from him. He hated being in his presence. He crossed his arms, pouring out a lip. He hated being near the other ghoul. Every time he was with him he felt sick. He wished so much to vex him, to screw him over. The very idea of it made Inu grin. He played with the choker he wore across his neck, a simple black fabric that restricted his breathing only a little.
"Well, well." He said, his voice sticky and slow like molasses. "I haven't seen you around in a while. I was hoping you might've died. A pity, Fifi, that you've survived this long." Inu grinned a little. He resisted the urge to reach out and play with the other ghoul's hair. They sat in a cafe, as they had come together merely by incident of coincidence. Inu knew to watch his words, as they were in human society at the moment.
He wore a collared white shirt and black dress pants matched with black dress shoes. He wore a black eyepatch over his blinded eye, which had been blinded in a fight with another ghoul a while back. Inu played with his own dark green hair, glancing at the other ghoul playfully. -
The air was thick, threatening to choke the boy if he decided to pull in either an extended or insufficient breath. He rubbed his exposed hands together in order to provide himself with an illusion of warmth. His nose was pink, the biting wind nipping at it with every new gust. The nineteen year-old's teeth were chattering wildly, almost as though he had been forced into an icebox for ten years and was finally released. It was mainly his fault, of course, as he could have taken the time to check the weather forecast before foolishly venturing out and into the city. He silently cursed at himself with every step his took in his thin pair of Converse All Stars.
He continued along the lonely sidewalk, peering up at the dim yellow street lamps every now and again. Their lovely, sun-kissed color was relatively comforting for the boy, granting him with something even slightly enjoyable to admire for the moment. He covered his, what appeared to be sunburned, ears with his hands, attempting desperately to warm them to a degree that was even just a bit bearable. He grumbled to himself, explaining to himself that he should have just gone to bed, forgot about his s---ty idea, and slept until the next day.
His main purpose for exiting his house in the first place was to find a potential setting for his first full-length film. Once he had a general idea of the setting, he would be capable of writing lines that pertained to it as well as details that would be recognizable by citizens. He found himself frustrated with himself, however, as he was dressed for Spring in the middle of a harsh Winter. It was idiotic, he was aware, but his tee shirts and somewhat skinny jeans were what he deemed the most comfortable, so saying 'f--- it' to the weather channel was most desirable.
As if God had been listening closely on his infuriated mood with himself, Oliver peered around, his eyes catching a sign that read Cherizo's Cafe. His heart pounded heavily, as it was certainly the cafe he worked at. How he had managed to aimlessly wander all the way back to the cafe was unknown to him, but he laughed at his foolishness, hurrying into the store, listening as the bell rang to signify someone had entered the store.
From the counter, a larger gentleman with longer hair (styled into a man bun, of course) and a calico beard, waved happily to the nineteen year-old, slapping the marble surface he stood at.
"Oliver! My boy! I thought you were never going to show. You're fifteen minutes late."
The boy's face went blank, his eyes squinting unsurely.
"Dude, you alright? I'm not mad, you're never late." Oliver grimaced, his eyebrows knitting closely together.
"I didn't...I did-? I didn't know I even had work today." The other man laughed, slapping his knee.
"Okay, whatever you say. Just go get your uniform on and get to work." He gestured to an individual with strangely colored hair who sat across from another. "We obviously have customers."
"Jack, you don't understand. I don't have my uniform. I didn't think I had work today." Jack grew serious, his head shaking in a bewildered fashion.
"Okay, well, Keith's uniform is back there. His shirt may be a little big on you, but no one will tell with your apron...So, go."
Oliver ran a hand through his hair, his stomach churning anxiously as he hurried to the back room. He sifted through the various areas, eventually finding the aforementioned uniform. He tossed the clothing on, ditching his previous outfit in the back. The male scurried to the table with the odd party of two, offering a smile that would fool them into thinking he was just a happy barista.
"Welcome to Cherizo's! What can I do for you two today?" -
Bae sat across from the male, should he have, probably not, he'd admit that but he did anyways. He had a small smile on his face, one that could not easily be copied, a smile that just held so much in it it could not be described. He looked at the male, one arm across his body on the table, in a half protecting manor and the other nicely rested on the table and holding up his head. He blinked a few times at his comment and letting out a small chuckle his smile turning more to humor.
"Aww puppy, don't talk that way." He said with a small chuckle and bit his lip. Bae had to resist the urge, he had a serious urge to touch the male to throw more emphasis on what he was about to say but he remembered all that time ago being told that one, touching Inu may have not always been a good idea and also that public viewers did not always appreciate his displays of 'affection' or his PDA and would draw attention to their more private conversations and no out of context interpretations were necessary right now. "You'd miss me if I were gone, and you be all sad and grumpy and you know no one likes it when your grumpy, you get all silent and bruting, it's a little uncomfortable." Bae mocked with a smile.
At the moment despite what he'd always been told about his PDA, if any one looked at them he really doubted they'd look at his legs. So quickly he shot out his leg and wrapped it around one of his trapping it between his calf and thigh and pulled towards him, "And Mr. Big bad puppy, don't call me Fifi." He said his eyes narrowing slightly and eyes cold for a moment before he saw someone coming over the the table and looked up at the oncomer with a playful smile.
"Why hello there, beautiful." Cleche and he knew it, but it was the best he could do coming out of a state of mind of wanting to hit Inu, just him though anyone else he could easily think of something better, "Two coffees and... I think that it." He said stretching out the 'a' in and, he then looked over at Inu in a questioning way and tugged on his leg a bit still holding it captive.
Bae wore dark wine colored loose 'skinny' jeans, a white wife beater with random designs on it, and a grey hoodie, like his s--- it was a bit big, he also wore a new pair of combat boots, which he would say he spent too much on but will be over tell the price of. His scars on his arms were in perfect view of the, well anyone that looked but he didn't care, he ran a hand through his multicolored mess of curls and waited to be able to finish or well really start their conversation.
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