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Finally, Sane Visitors [Ashfur, Invite]
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Post by Asher on Jul 2, 2017 7:54:42 GMT
"I assure you, Miss, it can't be mine," the teen confirmed, glancing between the device and its holder. A spirit user couldn't be a tamer as well, after all! "Are you sure it couldn't be yours?" This would be the worst place to try to explain what a digivice was! And, how did Asher know that it wasn't just misplaced by a different customer?
Hearing Kou, Asher turned his head to look toward the boy. Wait-- "is that a mousetrap?" That was really weird. They didn't have any mice here! Customers weren't just bringing in random things like that, were they? Was this some dumb ploy for free food? Because if it was--
Not that there was much time to process what the redhead would do in that situation, considering the guest was now shouting. "Oh, it looks like someone left their stuffed animals behind," was Asher's first response, shifting to help block the view of the dumb blobs. Now, yellow eyes turned to the girl with the digivice, "unless, they're actually yours?"
For the most part, other customers began to look away at the idea that it was really just stuffed animals startling the boy. Leaning down to look over the three Digimon, the butler let out a sigh. "Apologies, but there's a sanitation rule against pets in the restaurant," and just in case the creatures needed clarification, he added, "you three are the pets." Or, more likely, just pests! "How did you even get in here?"
Almost as an afterthought, Asher felt the need to address his guests, "and, if either of you could avoid making too loud of sounds," looking at you, Kou! "I'd greatly appreciate if we didn't interrupt other guests' visit." Was there any subtle way to put a 'no Digimon' rule on the cafe? It really looked like he needed to!
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Post by erika on Aug 19, 2017 8:04:20 GMT
"In that case, it couldn't be mine either. I mean, I'd know if I own this, because that means I'd buy it. And from my brother's reaction, he had no idea either," Erika retorted. At first it was civil... until for some reason there's this three objects down there... yeah, what is that object anyway? Is it related to them?
...One of the little guy sure is a smartass. He was about to shout again, but his sister immediately poked him hard on the sides to shut him up. Erika turned to Asher, now no longer pleasantly smiling, but instead giving a very businesslike smile, half in disapproval, half in "I'll-dig-out-info-from-you" sort of smile.
"...................the way you said that they're stuffed animal somehow way too suspicious," Erika commented. "Also, I have no idea where you have that sort of thoughts when there is that" she pointed at the mousetrap "on the 'plushies'... Plus as you can see, prior to getting here we don't have anywhere to store them. Ain't that accusation a bit too cruel, dear sir?"
Kou shivered. His sister dislikes slanders afterall.
"However, point taken, Kou, calm down," a stern stare at the boy managed to shut him up completely. "... and... do you somehow mind if we ask you to clean the mess up? Frankly, half of these stuff smells really bad. If it's needed, give them real food, I'll pay for it... Although I guess it'll be a bit too much to let them eat in the open. Somewhere more hidden is preferable."
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Post by theogrelords on Aug 22, 2017 3:16:51 GMT
"We wanted some extra cheese," the smaller Botamon said, responding to Asher pointing out some particularly . . . unique garnish. "So we brought our own cheeseholder too! Pretty neat, huh?" It seemed like these guys didn't actually know what a mousetrap was. Then again, considering that they didn't exactly know what a mouse was, would that really be a surprise?
They didn't seem to react to being called stuff animals, but pets? That, good sir, was where they drew the line! The larger Botamon angrily bopped Asher's ankle with his forehead. Were Asher not to move his leg out of the way, it would feel vaguely squishy and slimy. "We ain't noperson's pets!" the large Botamon huffed. "We're our own mons, and don't you forgetful that!"
"Yeah, he's right!" the Pagumon said, motioning the two Botamon to his side. "We're the best there is and the best there ever was! The masters of the beach, the bench, and all those b-places in between! Because~!" He struck a flexing pose with his ear-like arms, the two Botamon leaning and touching their ear-tips over his head. It looked like they were trying a team pose despite having maybe two limbs between them.
"We!"
"Are!"
"The Ogrelords!"
There was a pause as the Ogrelords held their pose, looking among themselves. "Think we were a little loud there, boss," the little Botamon said. "And people were eating, too."
"Huh. I think you're right," Pagumon said. The Ogrelords didn't care what anyone said about anything, but food was important. "We are the Ogrelords!" he repeated, whispering this time.
They didn't even seem to realize Erika's disapproval. That said, the words "real food" got their attention. Immediately the trio bounded and rolled over to Erika's feet, looking up at her pleadingly. It seemed like the Ogrelords were quite hungry right now, even if the larger Botamon looked offended at his "cooking" being insulted.
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Post by Asher on Aug 22, 2017 8:42:33 GMT
Suddenly, Asher was wishing this was one of the days where these were the only customers in the store. At least the strange, tiny monsters had clarified that the mousetrap didn't belong to the cafe! "Th-at isn't a cheese-holder," he managed, after a second of attempting to comprehend the creature's logic. "That is supposed to kill rodents." Like you three! But, Asher wasn't going to say that!
Yellow eyes flickered to Erika, trying to figure out how to juggle these conversations. "That's what I'm going to call them in public," he hummed, with a slightly too-wide smile. "I'd like to apologize for the miscommunication. But, there actually is a chance they're yours. Or they're going in a dumpster," was his next addition, while throwing a glance down to the little monster that had gotten offended. Lifting his foot up, the Botamon would run into the sole of his shoe, rather than his ankle, hopefully protecting the butler's clothing from getting gooey, furry, or who-knows-what-y.
"If you are masters of 'b'-places, why are you at a 'c'-place? Cafe," he was quick to chirp, still managing a friendly smile. Even when the trio began to announce themselves way too loudly! Resisting the urge to kick the little devils in the most literal way, the redhead tensed a little, only to immediately loosen his posture, and lean down to the monsters as they corrected the volume for their introduction. "And," he started softly, as a static-like crackling began to fill his voice, "I will turn you into Nothing if you choose to shout again."
Standing upright again, the redhead covered his mouth, nervously shifting his gaze to the side. Trying to think, while regaining his own thoughts entirely, he decided on what may be the best course of action. "I hate to inconvenience the both of you, but would you be interested in switching to one of the tables in the reserved section? It's mostly an area for small parties, but it's certainly a more private setting." And this was definitely becoming a party! "I wouldn't want you to be present for the cleanup of this mess. Just in case it stirs anything up." Smells, other living creatures, whatever it was, Asher certainly didn't even want to be present to see the mess cleared! "And, maybe we can find out who the owner of these adorable plushies are, while we're in there?" Yes. Adorable. Not absolutely disgusting and in need of being punted out a window! "We can sort out the orders for food in there, if that would be alright."
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