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capeandcowllogs2009-02-24 05:34 pm
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WHO: Adam Monroe (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).
WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.
So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.
So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
XD I agree with Adam here that work sucks
Obviously it had been some sort of greeting, and Saitou glanced at the man warily, replying deadpanned in Japanese. "You have soba, yes?" Gods, Saitou needed a fix, if he had to deal with such cheerfulness right off the bat. He felt like he was at the Akabeko or some like, almost. Though this restaurant didn't seem to serve only beef pots. That was a slight relief.
... Why did this man's voice sound familiar? The wolf shrugged it off, though. He couldn't have met him before, it was highly unlikely.