http://mistress-yuuko.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mistress-yuuko.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-07-27 02:39 pm

Promises Kept (Active/Closed)

Character: Ichihara Yuuko and Timon
Content: Yuuko sets up for a meeting with an interesting guest.
Setting: H6 Area, an old building with a painted black Monoka on the gate a sign nearby reads "Yuuko's Shop"
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None

The grandfather clock chimed in the hallway and Yuuko found herself once again wishing she had someone to work for her...perhaps she should put an ad out or something...but then she'd have to pay them and Yuuko wasn't big on paying by conventional means...besides gold laced the ground of this world so it wasn't like they were heard pressed for that sort of thing. No, as a witch she had a reputation...she needed to find someone who needed her help and get them to do her chores for her in exchange. That could wait though...right now she was expecting company.

Sitting in her parlor she had an easy view of the front door of her building and while she generally wasn't so open with her shop this world had a strange vibe to it that interfered with her own magic...it meant she had to 'advertise' a bit more in order to get anywhere with her services. Not caring how long she had to wait for her guest Yuuko relaxed on the sofa, her long hair draping over the sides and a fan moving lazily back and forth in her hand...she looked forward to cake and booze.
ext_1001662: (Devious)

[identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you!" he said once she woman had turned her back to him, though it was by no means rude as one would suspect. The meerkat had only been teasing Yuuko, personally caring very little if someone was watching him bath. After all, he was an animal.

Scrubbing the chocolate from his fur, song rose from behind the witch. Being Timon, he cared little for the fact that there was someone present while he sang in the tub. His voice was strong, fluent, and surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

"Sing, hey! For the bath at close of day that washes the weary mud away! A warthog is he that will not sing: oh, water hot is a noble thing~!"

He was quick to finish bathing, climbing out of the water basin in only a matter of minutes. As a result of shaking the water off, his fur took on a rather comedic appearance, making him look like one large puffball. Grabbing the towel set out for him he carefully wrapped it around his waist and began to flatten his fur out.