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Father Son and Holy Ghost, who eats the fastest gets the most [Active]
Character(s): Kariya, Sonic, eventually Uzuki
Content: Reapers' Ramen is almost ready for its grand opening! Predictably, Sonic is early.
Setting: Reapers' Ramen [G9, not too far from Niflheim Gate]
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: None
It wasn't a bad place they'd found, all told. The building may have been abandoned, and there was some water damage going on if you looked close, but it had a kitchen with a stove, and even some leftover soup pots big enough to serve a prison mess.
The front room was small and quaint. A decent-looking bar, these little Victorian style tables and chairs, plus some big armchairs in decent condition, the comfiest of which Kariya had claimed almost instantly and pretty much been sprawled out in ever since.
Technically, Uzuki had him set to work the register. Except they hadn't actually been able to find a register, and Kariya had interpreted "work" to mean "Google a Solitaire download from the comfort of your armchair."
(He hadn't found one.)
This shop. Terrible idea? Sure. More work than it was worth? Most likely. Completely missing the point of a vacation? Oh hell yes.
But he was getting paid ramen-and-a-half. Couldn't damn well argue with that.
Content: Reapers' Ramen is almost ready for its grand opening! Predictably, Sonic is early.
Setting: Reapers' Ramen [G9, not too far from Niflheim Gate]
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: None
It wasn't a bad place they'd found, all told. The building may have been abandoned, and there was some water damage going on if you looked close, but it had a kitchen with a stove, and even some leftover soup pots big enough to serve a prison mess.
The front room was small and quaint. A decent-looking bar, these little Victorian style tables and chairs, plus some big armchairs in decent condition, the comfiest of which Kariya had claimed almost instantly and pretty much been sprawled out in ever since.
Technically, Uzuki had him set to work the register. Except they hadn't actually been able to find a register, and Kariya had interpreted "work" to mean "Google a Solitaire download from the comfort of your armchair."
(He hadn't found one.)
This shop. Terrible idea? Sure. More work than it was worth? Most likely. Completely missing the point of a vacation? Oh hell yes.
But he was getting paid ramen-and-a-half. Couldn't damn well argue with that.
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Finally, he let out a long sigh, swung his legs forward and sat up properly. He could just ignore them, but there were a few different ways that could end less-than-optimally for him. Which was kind of ironic, actually, considering who was actually whose boss back in the real world.
He pointed - or maybe "gestured vaguely" was more accurate - to a smaller handwritten sign propped up on top of the bar. "Y'want something? Menu's over there. It's the only one we've got, though, so don't mess around with it." (This he'd added because he'd been the one who got stuck writing it in the first place, and didn't want to do it over.)
Listed were some common varieties of ramen - shoyu, shio, miso - if you could make out his handwriting, anyway. Not listed, though he'd forgotten about it, were the prices.