[Medium] Your OC and the Above OC in a Restaurant

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One late night after duct taping a car to the ceiling of a church later and Uno found himself sat across from J with an exorbitant amount of food in front of her.  One would think the kitsune worked up an appetite after lugging around a car- that he may or may not have stolen, holding it up while other's did the taping.  It took an insane amount of duct tape, but one should not doubt the strength of curious minds, and people with time to kill.  The kitsune had no doubt the car would simply fall in a short amount of time, gravity doing most the work.  However, Uno was not hungry- and even if he was...well, he wasn't capable of digesting the foods J was currently occupied shoving into her mouth. 

"You know I can't eat any of that, right?" Uno asks, pointing a red claw down at the table of food.  "So, this is all for yourself? You must burn a lot of energy if you need this many calories." It's not like he was shaming her, mostly making an observation.  

NP: Uno can NOT eat human food- but don't worry about that! He is there at the restaurant, at your table to pester you and be obnoxious <3. Just picture him leaning in, hands folded as he leans in with an annoying smile ":)" and "Whatcha doin, what's that-"s etc. 

MILAN IS A BRAT LMAO -V Uno is not going to let Milan to try, he'll put his ass in a headlock if he does, he hates loud police sirens

"They say you can always tell someone's intentions by their gaze." Agent mumbled between bites of his food. He was grateful the glasses would hide his curious gaze inspecting the man in front of him. Milan looked to be waiting, and impatiently so. Yet agent had never seen him order anything, so he wouldn't have anything to wait for wouldn't he? "Why are you even here? By the looks of you it seems the mere concept of this place disgusts you." 

There was something foul seeming about Milan, something about his manners and his way of... looking at people. The man wasn't human that much Agent had clocked, and who was he to judge. But Milan was more than inhuman, he was sinister, waiting and watching like a predator in the woods would. 

The silence that followed was almost louder than the sounds of cutlery and crashing plates around them. Agent couldn't deny he was curious, could this be some part of an secret operation or affair? A contact? Or simply a rouge anomaly doing it's bidding. Agent put down his fork and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, it had started bleeding again, damn it. He really wasn't as good at hiding things as he thought. Trying once again to wipe away the blood he finally gave up and let it run. "You know what, if you tell me why you're really here dessert is on me..."

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@ np Agent is a mercenary(ish) guy travelling wherever there's work, he could be at a restaurant waiting for clients/contacts or just for pleasures sake. He never takes of his glasses or gloves and seems incredibly afraid of physical contact. He also just really likes quality food as he rarely gets any while travelling.

One can say it is a common occurrence for Kruz to indulge in many pleasantries in life; and among them is the luxury of hopping from one bar to another diner; from locals to michelin stars. The nature of his work and the world he surrounds himself with lets him come across quite the unique assortment of strangers and high profile individuals within these prolific savory chains. What is out of the ordinary, however, was running into someone like her tonight.

Not that he hasn't seen her before - in fact, he has seen her multiple times. Well renowned Kari Blacach. How could he not know? After all, he has listened to her works and her live performances more than just once, entranced by how she has weaved such intricate pieces each time. However, he was well aware over the way she chooses to carry herself within the industry - and the way she indulges on her main course alone with much success was enough to paint the picture. How Kruz was able to recognize her features despite her hiding from the limelight with her veil for every concert she was in is beyond anyone's guess (perhaps it was just his sharp eye and keen observation); not that it'll ever stop his inherent desire to come close, only for this moment.

"What is the lovely Miss Blacach doing alone in such a fine night?" He pipes up with genuine curiosity lined in his voice as he carefully sits across her. "...Apologies if I've frightened you, I understand you value your peace. There's no need to respond. I will leave you to it soon, I'm only here for drinks." A projection of seemingly innate understanding carries itself within the smile across his lips. "I simply wanted to let you know I've been a big fan of your work ever since; it would be delightful to hear you play the violin soon. If you do not mind, shall I treat you a drink before I go?"

@ np: mans either a big eater (soloing what looks like a buffet) or he's just there for casual drinks, no inbetween. he doesn't mind it if you approach him to talk, but keep in mind he'd be quite challenging and expects some really good small talk with you or he would NOT entertain you LOL

krak7en claiming!

Percy slid into the seat next to Kruz, flagging down the bartender. Pushing a drink towards the stranger next to him, Percy shifted his body to face him and quirked an eyebrow. "I fear this may be too forward, but what's with the ears?" He teased, taking a straw between his lips and taking a sip from his drink, (a hurricane cocktail, if we're being specific,) scowling slightly as the coldness sent a chill to his brain. "Not that it's the strangest thing i've seen in this city, but one has to ask." he said, absentmindedly fiddling with his glass.

There was an aura around Kruz, almost like a smog that surrounded the man. The inhumanity of him was all but indiscreet, eyes in his feline-like ears, horns that protruded from his head, the wings carefully tucked away at his sides and the tail that languidly swished from one side to another as its owner lazily looked over at Percy, gaze judging and calculating. Percy knew the look, for he had had the same one for a while. He seemed lost in himself, though confident at the same time. Percy held his gaze for a few moments before turning away, pushing up his sunglasses to obscure some of his emotion. 

"If you're not talkative, i'm fine with that." He started, looking forward, hands clasped on the bar counter. "...But i would like to know who made that pistol of yours."

@ np: he's big on working while eating, but it makes him ever so slightly bitchy so do with that what you will.

(quick note that i love being @ pinged in these so feel free to notify me >:33)

(THAT ROCKS im gonna do a follow-up if i have time >:D)

Orisquirrelking

"So work eh?" Agent uttered the word with that tone one only does if they're in on something. Neither of the men could look eachother in the eyes with their glasses, expressions masked by the black glass. He picked his wine glass and swirled the red liquid around with a look of hesitance. "And why do you trust me with this..? This is usually not the type of operations I take part in" he said before taking a sip and putting the glass back down. "How do I know you're not setting me up? You seem a little doubtful... Dare I say nervous?" 

Agent attempted to recall if he had worked for any rival of this man in the past but nothing came to mind, although his... attire ... struck him as familiar. Perhaps related to a previous client. Percy did seem restless, despite the glasses agent could catch his gaze flickering across the room, vigilantly. Waiting for something, someone? 

Hearing the sound of plates set down on the table snapped him out of this thoughts, Agent realized he'd been silently staring at the man for perhaps a little longer than acceptable and averted his gaze elsewhere. The food was steaming hot and, in full honesty, looked amazing. No wonder this place was popular, and luckily, busy restaurants means people as less likely to care what people on the table behind them are discussing...

"That's not a risk I'm willing to take for free, how much are you offering? I know you have quite a bit"

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"Can... i sure can but we do have respect for our fellow businessmen. It's not exactly a honourable hit. But then few people would think of any of this work as honourable." He looked down on the glass of expensive wine. This wasn't a typical hire, this was a game. And while he did enjoy drinks he wasn't about to take on an important job under any sort of influence, reckless drinking is reserved for after completed hits. The food felt safer... although there could be something in it still. Best wait until the deal was sealed. 

"However, honour can be bought, and i heard from friends of friends you have both money and a fine arsenal." He paused as if suddenly remembered something "Just so we're on the same page.... what is the name of the hitman, i have friends i treasure and would not trade for any amount of money or fancy weaponry." Agent observed Take closer, hoping the glasses would cove his curious gaze. Behind his mannered façade he seemed tense, not tense with anxiety or worry, but tense with hatred. Agent might not have been the smartest of men but almost anyone could put two and two together. Although Taka clearly didn't understand the concept of hitmen remaining neutral, only loyal to those who pay, and not connected once a contract is over, Agent did see why an outsider wouldn't quite care. "If i were you I'd rather go after whoever hired him, there are some great investigators out there for a man like you the cost would be insignificant. Whoever knows how to hire one man knows how to hire another in case he dies." He cracked a slight smile, not a friendly one but one of someone content in their situation. "But then again I'm not here to tell you what to do, i'm just a gun for hire, and extension of your violent desires. The only thing i care about is how much cash you're storing in that suitcase of yours."

"Glad ya could make it," snickered Taka as he took the opposite end of the cushioned booth in the reserved table to face Agent. This particular table was always reserved for him and any clients he'd talk with. Made things easier, especially when the business was prettied up to look like a five star restaurant.

The waiter, albeit nervous, approached them with a basket of bread and poured a glass of fine wine for them both. Taka never took his eyes off the Agent. When the waiter left, he gestured towards the glasses. "Go on, have a sip. Live a little! I got all the time in the world." His hand turned so the palm would face his guest. "I ain't hungry myself. I'll wait a bit. You go on ahead." It was hard to tell how sincere his words were with a wolfish grin like his.

Taka took the time to observe Agent. Guy was dressed in black. He had to take a double take at the tail end of the coat, almost reminded him of a dress with how long it was. He had sunglasses on, even here. His expression was... mysterious. Taka couldn't tell what he was thinking, it almost felt mocking, and it ticked him off a little. Ah hell, it ticked him off a lot. Hitmen in general ticked him off. The way this guy carried himself was a lot like the hitman that took out his parents, made him grit his teeth.

Instead, Taka exhaled slowly through his nose and grinned once more. "You take out all kinds, yeah?" he mused before setting down a picture of a tall man in a black suit and coat. "Think you can take out another hitman?"

Taka owns restaurants and usually has tables reserved for if he's doing business with someone, like if you want to buy a gun.

Or, really, just grabbing some good ole burgs with him.

Mod Post

PicklePantry As per the rules, please add a prompt for the next poster! 
- For the next poster, give them a quick prompt to respond to! What is your OC eating, or are they doing something else besides having their meal? That kinda dealio.

To NP: If the above user has not complied, please skip them and respond to AbsolutelyHuman instead!

Viktor sat at a table in the back corner of the restaurant, heart pounding with anticipation. He was keenly aware of how out of place he looked: a young man alone at a fancy place like this. But he was past the point of caring about something like that. /It/ was hungry. So hungry that it was starting to hurt. Normally, Viktor would feed it himself... but finding a victim was an arduous process, and his efforts had come up dry. That's why he was here. It was almost normal: being at a restaurant to try and buy food. He flipped through the menu idly as he waited, leg bouncing.

He glanced up as Taka finally came over. "You're Nobutaka?" He asked, voice even. He had expected... more, maybe? Not that he didn't believe this was him. But from what he had heard, he wasn't expecting him to be so... handsome, for lack of a better term.

"I was looking at the menu. Lots of good options." He closed the pamphlet and leaned in, the gaze from his red eye getting more intense. It seemed as though the hair covering the right half of his face began to move a bit-- as if something behind it was pushing, demanding to make itself seen.

His voice was low, nearly a whisper. "I was wondering if I could get a /different/ kind of meat."

--- (Feel free to make him humanoid if you respond and if him being a furry is weird for the setting or whatever! ) ---

@np, Viktor is eating alone, probably in some dark corner, with a steak so rare it could almost moo. he might try to discreetly sneak some to the weird demon mouth. dont worry about it /lh