[Richie looks up and softly double takes at the mask — all things considered, not the strangest shit on the scene — then shakes his head.]
You don't work here, do you? [Why is there a fish? Do they serve pufferfish here? Fuck, he'd take an easy death at this point for a cheap chance to split.] Looking for a drink more like. But judging from the soft haze that serves as a behind-the-counter, they aren't stocking Jim Beam or Crown Royale.
[ the way i read all your tags in his accent immediately. baby.
anyway!! taair is not staring or anything like it - but he does watch fidelio mess with the phone, and when he's addressed, he immediately smiles, warm and genuine. ]
Ah, my apologies - I was just curious! Have you figured out what that box is for, yet...? It's evaded me.
It has met with a rather unfortunate fate, hasn't it?
[ DEATH BY BORGORS. they just keep coming. jing yuan has to take a step back from the counter lest his boots (sexy angel shoes?) get covered, though tbh it's probably impossible to escape what with this absurd quantity. ]
This mysterious kitchen has quite the impressive output.
[ he's hungry, and curious, and not so cautious as he normally might be. he reaches out to take a single (βοΈ) fry from the fountain to try. ]
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