If there was one thing Amaya had learned from her most recent ordeal, it was not to touch soda pop. She'd woken up feeling as though the inside of her head was being torn apart by rabid wolverines, and then Yuki had decided to blast some hard rock/heavy metal over his audio system as loud as he could. The type of music that was loud for the sake of being loud. Amaya was pretty damned certain from that, although he acted like he didn't know, that Yuki had somehow orchestrated things to be worse for her that morning than they should have been.
It took most of the day to become functional again, largely due to Yuki, once he agreed to help her out after four and a half hours of making as much noise as he could. She then passed the rest of the day reading a certain brown leather book she'd found and resting, but she realized Yuki was being suspiciously quiet just before she went to bed. New worries on her mind, she had a very uneasy sleep.
The very next morning, a Saturday, she woke up to find Yuki had already gone down to the shop, leaving a note telling her he had an important announcement for her. Dressing herself in a black turtleneck, a pair of purple pants, lacing up her boots with her fingerless gloves and carefully applying her facial makeup over her scar- black today, as usual- she grabbed her fluffy black coat and her earmuffs (she actually remembered them this time) and made her way down to the Seven Points Internet Cafe portion of the Apartments. Inside, it was mildly busy; the store was still new, so it was maybe half-full. A group of five were playing a team-based strategy game over in the corner, there was another group of four playing a music-making game on the center screen in the back while the two next to them played a first-person shooter online in a major group game. There were probably close to fifteen other people spread throughout, but just walking in, Amaya didn't pay as much attention to them. Yuki was behind the counter reading a manga omnibus about a guy who goes to live at a women's dorm in Japan while studying to gain entrance into a local college. There was another person at the counter as well, one who was there to help with customers, prepare food or beverages, like coffee or pizza, that was ordered, help with computer or game issues if asked, et cetera.
Amaya walked behind the counter and as way of greeting gave Yuki the finger. Yuki smiled and bookmarked his spot before taking the time to look at her and raise a hand in greeting. "Now, now, don't be like that, little May. I've recently been contacted by an old friend of ours who is planning to come to the island. Perchance do you remember the priestess?" Amaya made a face like somebody'd just fed her turpentine. Yuki's smile didn't falter. "Now, now, be nice. She's coming to live here, after all. Also, do you really wish for your new boy toy to see you making such an unfavorable grimace?" Yuki gestured to the salesfloor, where Malek was.
It took most of the day to become functional again, largely due to Yuki, once he agreed to help her out after four and a half hours of making as much noise as he could. She then passed the rest of the day reading a certain brown leather book she'd found and resting, but she realized Yuki was being suspiciously quiet just before she went to bed. New worries on her mind, she had a very uneasy sleep.
The very next morning, a Saturday, she woke up to find Yuki had already gone down to the shop, leaving a note telling her he had an important announcement for her. Dressing herself in a black turtleneck, a pair of purple pants, lacing up her boots with her fingerless gloves and carefully applying her facial makeup over her scar- black today, as usual- she grabbed her fluffy black coat and her earmuffs (she actually remembered them this time) and made her way down to the Seven Points Internet Cafe portion of the Apartments. Inside, it was mildly busy; the store was still new, so it was maybe half-full. A group of five were playing a team-based strategy game over in the corner, there was another group of four playing a music-making game on the center screen in the back while the two next to them played a first-person shooter online in a major group game. There were probably close to fifteen other people spread throughout, but just walking in, Amaya didn't pay as much attention to them. Yuki was behind the counter reading a manga omnibus about a guy who goes to live at a women's dorm in Japan while studying to gain entrance into a local college. There was another person at the counter as well, one who was there to help with customers, prepare food or beverages, like coffee or pizza, that was ordered, help with computer or game issues if asked, et cetera.
Amaya walked behind the counter and as way of greeting gave Yuki the finger. Yuki smiled and bookmarked his spot before taking the time to look at her and raise a hand in greeting. "Now, now, don't be like that, little May. I've recently been contacted by an old friend of ours who is planning to come to the island. Perchance do you remember the priestess?" Amaya made a face like somebody'd just fed her turpentine. Yuki's smile didn't falter. "Now, now, be nice. She's coming to live here, after all. Also, do you really wish for your new boy toy to see you making such an unfavorable grimace?" Yuki gestured to the salesfloor, where Malek was.