beastkingnaoma | (no subject)

*OH MAN I WAS TOTALLY GOING TO DRAG JINN OFF FOR SOME WACKY SOCIAL HIJINKS.

..Wait who's that kid.*

He's speaking english.

"What the fuck, did I eat something and forget that the damn psycho made it? Fucking hell, where the hell am I, this doesn't look like Queens.. New Hampshire..?"

*...Stares at the kid speaking the funny language I don't understand. He looks pissed. Responds in moon.*

Excuse me? Can I help you?

He glances over at you, Monica. Then at your chest. Then legs. He makes a sound that could be construed as moderate approval. Then he facepalms.

"notthetimeidiot.."

Then he bounces back from scolding himself and looks back at you. At your face and everything!

"Is that Japanese?" In Japanese.

*Kinda blinks at the looking up and down at, but responds to his understandable Japanese.*

"Yes, it is."

Groan.

"Please tell me you are some sort of weird tourist and I didn't get shipped to Japan in a packing crate or something."

*Giggle.*

Nope, sorry. Welcome to Domino City!

Yet another, longer groan

"What the hell.. Did I get drugged...? That psycho's locked up though.. Mafia.... Wait, Domino? That.. dumb Card Game city? Oh god..."

Hey, what's wrong with Domino?

"It's a city known entirely for people slinging little cardboard rectangles around. It's ridiculous."

To be entirely fair those little cardboard rectangles actually have physical forms that are all running around the place. I dunno if that makes it any more or less ridiculous.

"...What."

*She points to a group of Skull Servants plotting over by the alley and showing off various useless trinkets they're going to sell at high prices.*

Observe.

".....Right."

"Should probably work on getting home before my mother kills me. Or the coach kills me. Or they team up and kill me."

Haha. I'm sure they aren't that bad. A friend of mine has this real crazy mother, runs a cafe down the walk.

...In fact, I was gonna invite my friend to go there, but he's not home... damn.

*She ppouts a bit, thinking.*

"Yeah well, my mom runs one too. I guess all crazy mothers run cafes."

Huh. That's odd. Thing is, I work for my friend's mom, technically. We're probably one of the strongest cafes is Domino right now. Cafe De Lilim. It's a pretty sweet gig, actually.

"...Well, that's freakishly odd."

Oh? How so?

"That's the exact name of my mother's cafe back home."

....What's your mother's name?

"Lily."

...Are you by chance related to a 'Naoma Jinn'?

"That's my name, sweet-cheeks."

...You got younger.

*Not going to reply to the whole 'sweet cheeks' thing.*