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He was tired, grumpy, and a bit bitter… So when he walked into the bar he looked like he was there for trouble. the shaggy raven haired man walked up to the counter blue eyes showing no hit of humor as he sat at the bar and let out a heavy sounding sigh. With the flick of his eyes he locked on to the bartender, the young blonde woman who very well could end shit before it even started. As their eyes met his lips parted and he spoke.

“Can you make a Pina Colada?”

     Shizuka feels a bit annoyed seeing the male walk in. It wouldn’t be a shock, depending on his appearance, if he decided to smash a glass into the next guy who even said excuse me while passing. She makes note to keep an eye on him. When his eyes met hers, Shizuka raises her brows--that was generally sweet, and she would’ve expected something like straight vodka.

  “Yeah, I can.” She’s already getting started anyways, angles her head upwards to give him a look. She’s made small conversation with other customers before, somehow being a barmaid equaled being someone to vent too. A therapist? “You doing alright sir?”

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“….. Well, don’t you think that would be a bit odd considering I don’t have my phone to call it back with? You only call your phone when you are uncertain of its location. Since this is the only place I’ve been to today then this was the only place where it could be. Otherwise, it must be on the way to my home but it was not on the path.” The blonde said this rather matter of factly despite picking up on the clear indications that this female was definitely not happy with answering his phone. She probably picked it up when a client was asking for a job. A client that should ahve known better than to call him during the day for certain services. They were often the ones that were quite rude.

“And as for its ringing.. It’s my business phone so it is constantly ringing, I cannot help it if it does so while you happen to be near it.” The tapping of her finger irked him, such a terrible habit for impatient people to pick up, it was so terribly rude. And her lips turned upside down in a clear disapproving look, he tried to keep his amusement to himself. Some people were just easily set off. Looks like this was the wrong woman to have been taken to his usual table.

“If it’s troubled you so much, would you prefer that I pay for the meal this afternoon to make up for it? I’d hate toleave a lady in such a steamed state. I really did not mean to anger you so with my carelessness.” He didn’t smile but the corner of his mouths did twitch as if trying to prevent one, sure, he came off a bit sarcastic, but there was no aura that he came off as a bad person, just one trying to make amends.

   “...Hm.” Shizuka drags her tongue across her bottom lip. “A rational being would use another phone to call the one they lost.” She rather not continue the subject, brings a hand to her shoulder and kneads the fingers in her shoulder. Her eyes are focused hard onto the other man, listening to him speak. Upon his offer of pay for her bill, the woman could only release a snort. It wasn’t to be rude, a short burst of amusement filing her before her head moves, shaking towards a no.

  “It’s fine, you got your phone back. I’ll calm down, it wasn’t entirely your fault.” Not like it was his fault period, his coming to his phone and the questions only urged the anger to linger more. But she’s calming down regardless, is able to focus more clearly on his attire and the tone of his speech. He wasn’t coming at her aggressively, so she blows out air. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.” Shizuka says.

Case Number 013: Shizuka Saitō

#this is quite short i apologize #v; beauty isn't defined #connisseurofchaos

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{💄} “You don’t--”

      There’s a twitch in her brows, angled downwards to show the anger she was more internalizing than anything. If she had; the frustration would’ve caused her to break the device in her hands. Shizuka turned her head, a hand going to her chin with a low huff of air.

   She straightens herself out after a moment.

    “Yes, I did. I wanted to see if it was the owner.” She taps the table, quick movements thudding against the top when Shizuka adds, “you don’t think it’s odd as soon as I answered you just happened to come in?” She’s leaning towards the fact it was still a prank. Coincidences be damned; the time between the call and him coming in was a bit odd to the blonde female. She holds up the phone again, lifts her chin to meet his gaze directly with a scowl touching her face. She rather him just took the phone and left before he dared utter anything else. Be so for her temper and the day wearing it’s down on her. “It’s whatever. Just take your phone back.” 

Case Number 013: Shizuka Saitō

#[waah sorry this is a bit shorter and late!] #v; beauty isn't defined #connisseurofchaos

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   {💄}  It’s not cold; nor is it hot. Most days found unbearable by the female blonde; mostly in aspect to her job that stayed humid within it’s small proximity. She worked long hours, even today when she had stayed up all night to clean up the mess left behind by a man whom decided he could mark the bar as his own territory, afterwards a fight had broken up and Shizuka could still feel the irritation flickering across her form when she pushes past the doors into the cafe. She’s been here a few times before, other times that her job had drained her plenty. It was one of the few places closet to home whilst serving coffee that could pick her up easily.

      Her lips quirk into a small smile, easily sheepish despite her visits prior. Shizuka was calming down however, from the irritation of work once she’s finding herself sliding into the seat of a small table. Her fingers digging into her temple and rubbing the ache pounding.  She could easily admire the colors of the table, the flowers more real than fake in appearance. She reaches to touch a flower, drag her thumb across the soft and fragile petal. In her action, she hadn’t noticed the phone. Not until it rings and Shizuka inhales sharply, nearly jolts from the sound and shock etches across her face when lips press together and her brows furrow upon glancing down. 

    That’s pretty...ugly. It was no different to other phones she had seen, knowing full well flip phones were still as popular as smartphones, but none looking as dull as this. Shizuka hesitates, if momentarily debating upon answering but she does. 

        It’s better that someone had came up asking for the phone before Shizuka’s fingers could curl harsh around it and crush it between her grip and rage is bursting hot over her. Cheeks flushing in anger, over her shoulders but she exhales. Slides her eyes shut and she forces a smile on her mouth as she says; “This is yours?” When her eyes open, they burn anger and frustration towards the man. Flicker across his form and she notes his appearance, if for later upon seeing him again. She won’t snap now, not within a place she enjoyed. Rather not get kicked out.

        “Or is this a prank? Not everyone gets a call telling them their family is in danger.” She’s seen enough of those joke television shows; her hand draws back to her side, keeping the phone in her grasp. No way was she giving the phone back now.

Case Number 013: Shizuka Saitō

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It was a quaint, pink afternoon with a warm sun up in the sky and a cool breeze that swept across the city. One of the best ways to spend a day like this was to either take a walk through the city, sit a while in the cafe, and watch as life and the people pass you by. Or perhaps you are one of the people who do all three. In a sweet, small cafe, people were sat down as they entered the door. No reservations, it was all out of the generosity of those who worked there to find you a pleasant seat to spend the afternoon. The waitress greeted the young woman who entered with a soft, shy smile and brought her over to one of the smaller tables that sat two to a small round table. The metal table held a vase with flowers, fresh for the day’s activity, a thin tablecloth of a pastel color with a padding over the table section, and… A thick, gray Nokia block.. A rather crude looking phone had been left behind.. and began to ring. Perhaps it was the owner trying to find out what happened to their phone or curiosity that led them to raise the phone to their ear.

“You thought you were being so clever. You thought you were being so sneaky. Perhaps you thought you could save what’s left fo your family. But it was all for naught. We’ve found your little secret.. and if you know what’s better for you. You’ll find the next deadline at Sunshine City, you have until 2 to make the morning news..”

Dark, raspy. The voice on the other end of the line didn’t have a clue that they were talking to the wrong person and hung up before they could even confirm it. Moments later, a man walked back into the cafe, speaking with the young girl at the counter before making his way over to the woman’s table, “Excuse me. Have you seen a phone– Oh, that’s mine. My apologies, I didn’t mean to leave it here..” He offered his hand to reclaim it, he wasn’t one that stood out much in appearance considering the woman’s origins. First thought; American, the prominence in his face spoke as much as did his blonde hair, natural, and light brown eyes.. He had tuck his glasses away for a moment though he looked fairly innocent, despite the ominous call that had come through.

#v; beauty isn't defined #{i hope you don't mind that i made her the woman?? o.o} #{also yes... it's an older blog i had lmao; started it up again when i started college} #{but i'm a busy soul that end up just ???} #connisseurofchaos

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Briar sighs as she puts her head down on the bar counter, not sure why after the night she had, the assassin sought out the company of the strongest female in Ikebukuro.

“Can we assume I am after dealing with..” Her voice wavers and drifts into silence, staring at the bottles behind Shizuka.

{💄}   “..”

Though Shizuka could understand stress, she’s not exactly getting an answer from the other girl. Albeit, it’s the matter of if Briar wished to speak, and the blonde was never going to up and offer advice without a full story. Nor, was she about to give the girl a alcoholic drink.

      “Are you thirsty?” She asks, glancing back to see what could be conjured up between the rush of drinkers.

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   {💄}      “What?”

Shizuka could feel the anger flush her cheeks, but her mouth is pressing together as if to hold back any sort of response. She had a good day; a decent one. But now this man just had to come along and talk like--

   “What did you call me?”

She’s feeling the anger burst, feels the heat of rage over her cheeks, down to her neck before she’s exhaling and trying hard to refocus herself. Ignoring the blurring of her vision that came before the rage and instead, she presses two fingers against her temple.

    “Get out of my face, you damn pest!”

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(🐈) Iza didn’t think he words would make the woman who looks fairly similar to Shizuo. So angry! He thought, although poking at danger sounded like a fun idea at this moment. The feline took off his glasses, put them in their casing to protect them and placed the into his jacket pocket and casually took a step back, and turned so she saw his side instead. His hood was covering his ears and his tail was hidden under his shirt.

Then her threat about wanting to kill him. Iza gave her a charming smiling. He looked serious yet playful when he said his words to her.

“Ah~ Why are you angry? Are you confused, Königin?” He teased, calling her a ‘queen’ in German of course she probably wouldn’t know that but how it’s pronounced it sounds like ‘king’ Honestly Iza is just playing, but he ready to turn tail and dash off.

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“I would rather bleed out than sit here and talk about my feelings for 10 minutes.” (Briar from oneworldfourstories hates her feelings)

Sentence Starters based on Ron Swanson quotes, Part 1

Accepting

  {💄}    “That’s not a pleasant way to see things.” Shizuka’s voice wavers, if only to express slight concern. Then her eyes flicker, across the female’s face and her mouth is parting--

         “I only asked if you were fine.” Awkwardly spoken, she’s sliding a cloth to wipe clean the inside of a glass as the bar was nearly empty, yet enough to keep her busy if someone asked for a round.

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“Creativity is for people with glasses who like to lie.” ((*Is wearing glasses tbh* How to not make yourself suspicious

Sentence Starters based on Ron Swanson quotes, Part 1

Accepting

    {💄}    “Oi!” 

What madness was this man speaking? One thing to just utter a sentence that begins with creativity, she believed it to be something sweet. But no, it’s ignorance and Shizuka is stepping forward, eager to toss him across the street--

    Blinks upon realization. He’s wearing glasses. Was he calling himself a liar? Or was that a lie? Ah--! She’s getting so confused.

              “I’m going to kill you!” Is what she blurts out instead of something akin to needing answers.

#nyanzaya #v; beauty isn't defined #{IZA PLEASE} #{SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU NO}

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“Dear frozen yogurt, you are the celery of desserts. Be ice cream or be nothing.” ((Just, lmao over hears him saying it or something idk XD JUst he would say that thinking it was ice cream

Sentence Starters based on Ron Swanson quotes, Part 1

Accepting

  {💄}     Did she hear right?

        Yes. She looks at the frozen yogurt, then back at the raven with her nose wrinkling. She wasn’t fond of the aftertaste of frozen yogurt, or the texture. Shizuka doesn’t say anything though, not that she can’t help but snort with a short giggle escaping her mouth.

  “Bet it is.”

#v; beauty isn't defined #nyanzaya #{yo iza plz} #{i can't even} #{i feel like he would say half the stuff ron says period}