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quietpeacefullife) wrote2016-08-08 11:57 am
quietpeacefullife) wrote2016-08-08 11:57 am
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Inbox/Kit-Tea-Kat Café
| An elegant café experience |
| The Kit-Tea-Kat is a twilight to dawn café run by Kira Yoshikage in downtown Bavan. You can enjoy all the expectations of a local coffee shop while experiencing the comfort of home. The first café was opened in Taiwan and has since become a huge hit in Asia. This luxury is now available to the residents of Ryslig, both monster and human alike. What is a cat café exactly, you ask? Well, it's quite simple. You drink your tea and have a lovely warm meal while in the company of wonderful animals that may entertain you with their natural kitty antics or perhaps spend the hour by your side. Here at the Kit-Tea-Kat café you'll find a wonderful dining experience as well as comfort. We truly hope you enjoy yourself at our cozy little café While this is a monster run establishment we do not serve anything but genuine food here. And so that no food goes to waste at the end of each work day we will offer up leftovers of the day to hungry monsters and humans alike. Getting started here is no easy thing and we here at Kit-Tea-Kat understand. |
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| ( Dinner ) Dinner is from 6 pm to 11 pm every night. Our dinners are light but warm. We can make a wide variety of soups. As well as quiches, casseroles and salads. | ( Lunch ) Lunch is served froom 11 pm to 2 am and offers an array of light and warm sandwiches offering a wide variety of meats and vegetables as well as breads. Sandwiches can be served cold or warmed depending on the guest's request. | |||
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| ( Breakfast ) Breakfast is served from 2 am till 6am and all kinds of dishes are served. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage. You simply have to name the item and it can be made for you. This is our guarantee. | ( Desserts ) Desserts are served all day long. We have a wide variety of cakes, pies, muffins, cupcakes, cookies, and many others. All freshly baked daily. If we do not have what you're looking for at the time we can make it fresh, so long as you're willing to wait. | |||
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| ( Drinks ) We have several different brews of coffee as well as fresh tea leaves. Simply ask to see what we have in stock. We also make cappuccinos, lattes and many other modern day drinks. Along side tea and coffee there is juice, milk and hot chocolate. We do not sell alcohol. | ( Cats ) Misfire, Dragon Attack, Bohemian Rhapsody, Jazz, Innuendo, God Save the Queen, Bijou, Cool Cat, Feelngs Feelings, Dancer, Dreamer's Ball, Mother Love, Nevermore, Princess of the Universe. |
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As for the issue with the cats... Josuke says they wouldn't hurt them. Kira thinks they absolutely would. If memory serves him well Rohan did something to Josuke for just talking with him. He'd absolutely eat these cats if he found out they'd belonged to him. There's not a doubt in his mind that the snake wouldn't do something horribly vindictive like that. And he can't possibly be convinced otherwise after what happened to him for just existing on the same street that Rohan happened to be on.
Hot Space clambers onto Kira's lap and pushes himself onto two legs so he can rub his head against the Goblin's cheek as if to say I'm going to be okay. And perhaps he will... He trusted Josuke to take care of Hot Space when he gave the boy the cat. He can try and continue to assume things will be alright going forward. He's obviously not the only person here that cares for this animal.
He clears his throat not wanting to argue and just move the conversation along.]
It is good to know. I make a lot of unexpected house calls as of late. [He gently pushes Hot Space back down so he can just sit peacefully on his lap, another faint smile appearing as Josuke mentions that little incident.] Ah, well. I was having a bad week. [To say the least.] Your father lived here too? Why say it like that? It's Kujo Jotaro, is it not? I did research on all the stand users when I learned I wasn't the only one. And I had some information from my father as well. Your grandfather and your father came to Morioh. Joseph Joestar and Kujo Jotaro. It seemed like a messy family history so I didn't look further into it than that. I just needed to know who was a potential stand user and what kind of threat that might be to me.
KIRA PLEASE
[You just had to wait until he had taken a mouthful of his drink, didn't you, Kira? Josuke chokes, just avoiding snorting coffee out of his nose in favour of burning his throat in a hurry to swallow it. Money starts and immediately scrambles under the table with a tiny hissing sound, collar jangling.]
My father?! Are you serious?! [It comes out as appalled croak that prompts another round of coughing. Oh dear.] N-No way-! My dad's Joseph Joestar and he's Jotaro's grandfather-!
[Sure, his messy family tree is something he's come to terms with but it must some very peculiar to Kira. Bizarre, you might even say.]
It was a good assumption tbh
Apparently he was incorrect about the family tree. He supposes that makes sense. He was assuming Kujo Jotaro was in his thirties. He could be younger. The correct information he's given doesn't sound any more believable though.
Joseph Joestar, who was that ancient old man, is Josuke's father but also the grandfather to Kujo Jotaro...]
I'm not particularly good with the names for all these arrangements having a very small family myself but that would make him your-- No. No, that would make you Kujo Jotaro's uncle. Is that right?
[Good grief... ] Well that's. That's... [He takes another sip of his coffee instead of finishing his thought.]
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[Josuke would like to take pleasure in how bewildered he is but he really can't; it's hard to laugh when you're just as embarrassed and confused by the whole thing. His family is a drama bomb, waiting to go off at any given moment and send shrapnel secrets all over the place. Geeze.
So, Kira doesn't even need to finish his sentence for Josuke to get what he means.]
... yeah. I know.
[With a sigh, he scoops up Money in one hand and edges closer to the sofa, lifting him so that Hot Space can sniff at him. Weird to think that his family here is a way younger version of Jotaro, Rohan, his grand-niece and two cats. He really can't catch a break, can he?]
What do you think? Can you deal with a kitten?
[It's so much easier to talk to the cats than Kira- at least he knows where he stands with them.]
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[And now... no one.] Although that's not to say the family didn't have it's scandals. They revolved around me. And not for the reason you'd imagine. But then also that reason too, probably.
[Probably. Most definitely but there was one long before all the murder business.]
But your father is here. Your nephew. You. And here I felt sorry for Lucius having his boy here. Your family line seems a bit unlucky.
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Your father didn't seem too scandalized when he threw a phone at me.
[It might come as a relief that he doesn't ask him to elaborate. Whatever happened before- well, he's figured out the hard way that letting himself get upset about these things, letting it take over his thoughts only makes things more complicated and difficult here. Maybe he's just been in Ryslig too long but he's learned to harden his heart.
But only to some things.]
He's not here anymore. Mr. Joestar, I mean.
[He pauses to lick his lips, feeling a slow, unwelcome pang of regret and sadness creep up over his chest. Strange to think that the last time he saw him- or Dio- was six months ago. The apartment hadn't felt right for weeks without them and, even now, it feels bereft of Joseph's bright presence and Dio's caustic humour.]
He left a long time ago.
[Fuck. The last thing he wants is to look vulnerable. Glancing away, Josuke draws the kitten back against his chest, stroking its tiny ears.]
I'd say that makes him pretty lucky. He got to go home and he has somewhere to go back to. [That last part he adds in deference to Kira's own situation, though he's not sure why. With a sigh, he holds up his mug and leans forward so that he can clink it against his.] Fuck this place and fuck what it's done to us.
[Whether he means it in the physical sense or the social one is hard to say.]
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[He sets the now empty cup down and can now busy his hands with petting Hot Space.]
You don't know this because you were taken from before. But you tricked me into blowing him up. I never go a chance to properly process that. But... I don't think I care all that much. [But he's also not sure. All that was months ago. He went from that final battle in Morioh to here. And Ryslig never stops being awful.]
And for what it's worth... He's the one that sent all those stand users after you. We weren't in contact until much later. One of those stand users attacked me too. He shot a cat with the arrow... it died so I buried it and then it became a flower that was also a cat and then it tried to kill me and almost succeeded. That was a bad day. [Stray Cat did grow on him though and became a very loyal stand. He doesn't miss it like he misses Killer Queen though.
But this whole conversation has gotten rather... depressing. Talk of family and being stuck here. That's not pleasant. Also, it's Christmas.]
Well, I'd have preferred maybe some therapy over this whole experience. But for what it's worth, I enjoy not being tacked in the street by you anymore. And I would dare say that I have come to understand that you're not the miserable little delinquent I thought you were. You're not a bad child at all. So despite the scandalous and complicated nature of your existence a fairly decent child came out of it. Functional families can't even manage that.
[He gently moves Hot Space back onto the floor so he can go and comfort his current owner. The mood has gotten a bit too sad for the holiday. It's also quite "late" for him. He also has to be up and open the café in just a few hours. So he stands, brushing off the cat hair that's accumulated on his suit first.] A new year is starting Josuke. Anything can happen.
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But it's that last comment that gives him pause.
Anything can happen.
For a good while, the goblin does nothing more in response than make a soft humming sound and get to his feet to gather up the mugs. Anything can happen, huh? It already feels like the absolute in unexpected turns have been taken so what else could this place have to surprise him with? It's simultaneously a sobering and exciting thought.
Josuke turns- and, for the first time, Kira might notice the consequences of their earlier agreement through the open back of his sweater. Though faded, the blackened characters are still just about visible across his skin; poems and beautifully calligraphic words with uglier meanings- traitor, sorry- burned into his back. But only for a few moments. His wings flutter and the back of his sweater moves as he sets the mugs down in the kitchen, covering them up again. He hasn't given them much thought for a while; whether or not they completely disappear, like so many of these unwanted changes, they're a part of him now.
Eventually, as he comes back into the lounge, he answers.]
That sounds ominous. [He smiles faintly.] Never really took that kind of thing seriously but I sort of wish I had a temple to visit.
[He still has memories of going with his mother, clapping and listening to the bell ring at midnight. Morioh is an old fashioned sort of place and it just sort of stuck.]
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That it something he's asked to do before but then Josuke made a lewd comment about him flirting with him and it soured the whole moment. Do they feel like paper or plastic? They look incredibly thin so maybe they feel like wax paper. And do the thin veins running through them in such intricate patterns feel like anything at all?
So many questions... He actually does make to touch one but Josuke's wings flutter a bit and that puts a silent end to it. He doesn't want to accidentally poke a hole through one with his claws.
Instead he clears his throat, continuing the conversation] I haven't gone to the temple in many years but I remember doing so when I was younger. Prayers for a new year. Getting your fortune... That makes me wish I had designed my café to be a bit more traditional looking. I didn't think business would be good if I didn't go for modern. There are still things I could do though. You've never been but I have a tree like structure in the center. There are branch like structures. Maybe next year I can have some sort of O-mikuji and we can attach the fortunes to the tree in some way. That might be nice. Something to consider...
[Making plans for another year in Ryslig doesn't feel incredibly great but he really has no choice. The least he can do is try and be a little positive about it all even if it's scraping together old memories from home and making them something tangible.
He simply misses Morioh so very much.]
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[Still, there's no missing that Kira sounds a little distracted, like a cat watching a bird through a window, and Josuke finds himself following his eyes- is he looking at the crack in the wall, or...?]
Ah...
[His wings. Right. Didn't he say before that he liked them or something? He'd responded with a slightly poorly judged joke at the time but he doesn't feel like it right now, not when they're actually being civil. So, he decides to throw him a bone. Uncertainly, he glances away.]
You're staring again. Look, if my wings are that fascinating, just- just touch them or poke 'em or whatever. Get it out of your system.
[And he promptly turns around before he has a chance to change his mind about the offer. Should he accept, Kira will find that his wings feel almost like a bee or a butterfly's; the sheer, pink membrane is at once worryingly delicate and sturdy, yielding but strong between the curves of their settings and, up close, have an ever so slightly iridescent quality. Maybe it's just the awkwardness of the situation making him so wary but it takes a lot of effort to stay still; turning his back on Kira Yoshikage will never sound like a good idea.]
Thank you for letting him touch the wings
Him actually going out of his way to create something or be a part of it is a daunting task though. He's apprehensive about doing something so large and on that kind of scale. Just too much focus and attention on him. Though he's gotten better at dealing with that kind of thing, he runs a café where people want to talk to him all the time. He's managing that fairly well. That kind of thing is just a lot.
He'll consider it, if nothing else. After all... there's no need to hide the way he used to. So...
Planning a whole year from now has to wait as Josuke has decided to call him right out for his staring. How rude. He doesn't have an excuse. He could blame the Goblin but that's simply a bad excuse and he was staring before he ever transformed.
His wings snap back behind him and he's not quite sure what to say other than he definitely wasn't staring, even though he quite obviously was. There's no need for an excuse though as Josuke is just going to let him touch them.
Really?
Seems so...
This has been a very strange Christmas.
Feeling just a tad bit of apprehension he does hesitantly step just a bit closer and gently he places a hand on one of Josuke's wings. It doesn't feel like how he expected it to but more so how they probably should feel. It only makes sense that they'd feel exactly like an insect's wings. Thousands of tiny scales make up what he sees here with very slight pigments that give them their current color. He traces one of the hearts, being mindful of his claws as continues to give another few moments of inspection. Hopefully, this satisfies this bizarre desire forever.]
Thank you... [What a strange thing to thank someone for.] They really are that fascinating though. I'd offer to the same courtesy but I think you've done more than enough with my wings to last a lifetime and then some. [Surgically removing them and all.] Do your wings come with any downsides other than being presumably incredibly fragile? For example... mine apparently molt. But I can't imagine yours shedding or flaking, things of that nature.
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... quit it. [Fuck. His face is hot.] That tickles.
[Any further attempts at that kind of thing are met with a beat of his wings, knocking his hand back but Kira seems to have finished anyway and, at last, Josuke breathes out. That was both a lot less painless and a lot more awkward than he had expected. No wonder he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself when he turns around.]
They're not too bad but I can't get them too wet; they take like a day to dry out and don't work properly for a while. [He shrugs.] And they're not strong enough to lift me even a little.
[Kira's probably could with the right conditions and a little magical encouragement but his own are just too light.]
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Whatever. It's not like he ever intends to touch them again. He did it once. It's out of his system. Forever.]
I was under the impression that we couldn't possibly fly with these wings. [Josuke's certainly not. But he can't see him being all that successful with his own wings either. There's no possible way...] I also still don't have a lot of control over them. They kind of just... respond to things. Emotions and all that. Attempting any sort of flight seems not only impossible but very unwise.
[Would he want to fly even if he could? He's... not sure.]
But since we're talking about how we're Goblins and all. I have another question to ask. If you don't mind. [Josuke might not like the nature of this question but it's something he's been struggling with since the beginning. He just can't seem to make this ability work the way it should.]
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I knew a couple of goblins who could fly by controlling the wind- sort of like how I did with the snowballs but using it for lift instead.
[Though sturdier than they appear, he's fairly confident that his wings are too small and delicate to withstand the amount of force he'd have to use. But that's fine; he's come to terms with their existence being form over function, all style over substance.]
But yeah, they have a mind of their own sometimes... it's kind of a pain in the ass. [like right now they're giving away how flustered he still feels by flaring out] Alright. I mean, I'm not an expert or anything but...
[He shouldn't really help him but Josuke rationalises it pretty easily as informing him of something that might stop him from going on a murderous hunger rampage later. Assuming that his question is related to the admittedly difficult task of feeding, that is.]
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I think I prefer to stay on the ground. I've never even gone on an airplane... trusting some fickle magic and wings I can't even completely control to see if I can maybe fly is not a high priority.
[Surprisingly Josuke agrees. Which is good. Because he does need advice. Although... it's an incredibly difficult thing to talk about. It's best to start from the beginning.] I'll try and explain quickly... The magic or spells, or whatever it is that's needed to do what we need to do wasn't really clicking with me. And so, I had a man named Marco show me how it all works since whatever monster he is... a squid of some kind and Goblins feed off the same thing. He did show me... But... [Kira clicks his claws together feeling a tad bit at a loss. It's difficult to say just what he saw exactly. It wasn't good and he wishes more than anything that he never ever saw it and just swallowed his pride and asked Lucius or... or Josuke.]
Marco... Marco sucks the energy or whatever it is out of them with his mouth using their mouth. [Nailed it.] And I wanted to make sure that's not the case with us. Surely we have a much better way to get what we need out of people.
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[Actually, that name's kind of familiar. Marco... Evangelisti, wasn't it? Tired looking blonde guy with glasses and scales- not quite a squid from what he saw but he didn't exactly get to witness him in motion underwater. Everyone always looks so different in their element, at once more monstrous and more elegant. But really, the only thing that stuck with him was the expression of wet resignation on his face after he opened the rigged parcel.
Either way, it doesn't actually matter because what Kira tells him next makes Josuke very glad that he didn't figure out what was bugging him about his wings. For someone who's so particular about his preferences, he sure is squeamish about this kind of thing.]
So, you're telling me... he kisses people to death... [There's a pause- and then, before he can stop himself, he starts laughing. The sound is clear and bright, utterly at odds with the tone of every other conversation they've had but, more unusually, not at all malicious. It's directed not at Kira but the general absurdity of the situation.] Poor guy, no wonder he looked so miserable...!
[Wait, there was a question in there. Somewhere. How to suck energy out of people without locking lips. Right. Still chuckling, Josuke tries to focus.]
Well, it's a little different for everyone. I have to do it by touch but not like that.
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It's not so bad when it isn't at his expense, he must admit.
It's honestly rather contagious. Because... really. Kissing people to death. Kira cant help but flash his sharp teeth in a smile. It wasn't super amusing being there and witnessing all that. But Josuke's laughter makes it far easier to take in stride now. But it's really Josuke's last comment that strikes something in Kira.
He really does look miserable all of the time.
Kira brings a hand up to cover the few soft chuckles that escape him. It's really... it's all just so dumb. This whole situation. Not just Marco kissing people to death. All of it.
This place is absurd in every way.
Kira moves his hand to his chest, taking in a deep breath so they can continue this conversation proper. It's not technically right to laugh at Marco when he's not here to defend the gross things he does on a day to day. You should do that to his face.]
Touching I was able to grasp. When I tried it didn't go quite right. I was able to get something but... Perhaps I botched it a tad bit. I did just witness something rather horrifying, after all. I'll just have to keep trying.
And I did manage to get something... You know. I hadn't eaten since I transformed, at least not the proper way you need to. I hadn't realized I was in so much pain until I wasn't in it anymore. All the thoughts were clearer and it was easier to get up every day... It makes it easier to do it when you know it relieves a great pain. [It was sort of like reliving his first kill again. It feels better when you do this. And that was some unneeded reflection into his own psyche but still...It puts everything into a rather unpleasant perspective.]
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... it is funny, though.]
Well... I guess deadly make-outs would put anyone in a weird mood. [even a serial killer] Me? I just need contact with a heartbeat, like in their neck or wrist or whatever.
[Like a reverse nurse. Unsurprisingly, the thought makes him uncomfortable. The first time he'd done it, it had come so frighteningly naturally, as if he'd known all along that this was how he was supposed to feel and feed and he was just waiting to wake up to it. The sensation of their pulse slowing and slipping away, the drumming of his own heart... it was right. Suddenly, he doesn't seem quite so amused by the whole thing.]
As long as I can still feel it, I can use a spell to drain their energy. I... I'm getting better at it. Now it doesn't take me as long and afterwards... it feels good, doesn't it? Like tuning a radio just right so all the static goes away. Is that what it's like for you when-
[Josuke stops himself abruptly, paling. No. No, no, no. He doesn't want to hear this. He doesn't need to hear this. He won't. Swallowing hard, he picks up Money again and tucks him into the front of his sweater.]
... fuck. I don't wanna think about this right now.
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Being understood when it comes to what he does and why he needs to do it is not really something he's ever needed in his life but he'd be quite pleased to have it. That's probably the one nice thing about Ryslig. They're all killers and no one has any right to judge anyone else for it. There's no need to hide or be ashamed for what you have to do. Hell, there are some people here that are really into killing.
He's not even sure what to say for a moment. Confirming that he feels the same is probably not going to make Josuke feel better. But... the solidarity that they all feel this way and it's in their natures now to be this way might mean something. Right?
He needs to get out of this apartment. It's been a whirlwind of all sorts of things.]
You described it accurately enough. A radio static... and the relief when that noise finally stops. The clarity of it all... If you stop doing what you're doing that sound will come back. It always comes back. So you have to keep at it. And you either learn to accept yourself for the things you have to do to make it stop. Or... suffer, I suppose.
Despite what I said, during our first encounter here in this world. I truly don't believe it makes you a monster when you do things that you have to do, regardless of what they are. They may not make sense to everyone. And you may scoff comparing what I did in Morioh to what you do here... but I find it one and the same. It's something you have to do so that everything in your head is at peace once more. Having control over that is important. And it's an important step when it comes to living a quiet and peaceful life.
[Kira waves his hand brushing away this clearly uncomfortable subject for the boy. He also doesn't want to get into any kind of argument about how he compared the need to eat here and the killing of woman in Morioh. Josuke doesn't need to see it his way. He knows the feeling and instinct is the same. And that's what's important. What he knows.] But it's Christmas and hardly the appropriate time or place for such conversation. You've given me the information I needed. I will try it at their pulse and hearts and see if that fairs any better for me.
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But he's right. This isn't the time for that kind of conversation.
Josuke strokes the top of Money's head for comfort, sighs, and then turns back to Kira.]
... yeah. Like I said, it's different for everyone but you should figure it out.
[After a moment's thought, he retrieves the kitten- who, for once, has gone quiet but for a little, motor-like purr- and carefully holds him out. The topic and normalcy of their meeting has lowered his guard in a way that's made him feel oddly vulnerable and more sentimental than he really should.]
Do you wanna say goodbye first? [And then, getting a grip on himself-] I don't know why I've even let you stay this long. Holiday spirit, I guess.
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He reaches under the kitten's chin and gently scratches underneath with a single claw] Goodbye little one. I will not miss you climbing up my leg or all your screaming.
[He really won't. But he can't forget Hot Space who has also come to say goodbye. So he kneels down to give his former cat a few pets. This could be the last time they see each other...]
I don't know why you let me in at all. [He's being honest if Josuke's going to be.] But I'm glad you did. Lots of important things were discussed... I'll take that as my present over the coal you got me. Thank you again for that.
[He pushes himself back up and brushes off his jacket once again.] If you do move, I do hope you tell me. I end up on your doorstep quite a bit for one reason or another. You don't need to tell me where you go. I have no interest in knowing where they live. There's just no sense in coming out here to check on the cat if another blob absorbs people if you don't live here anymore.
Anyway... Thank you for letting me in and all that... [There is a moment of slight hesitation.] And Merry Christmas, Josuke.