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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 18, 2016 7:45:05 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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"Ira!"
"I'm coming, you old bat. I heard you the first five thousand times!" Ira snapped angrily at the door, unsure why she was screeching at the piece of wood instead of the said woman. She, however, ensured that she took her time, for she thoroughly enjoyed seeing how the woman's face would transit into the color of tomatoes.
"What did you say to me?" Mrs Titsworth appeared at the doorway, shocking Ira into temporary speechlessness. How did such a big woman move so quickly?
"I said I was dealing with an old bat." Ira mumbled, having the conscience to look (somewhat) guilty at her rambunctiousness. Reaching out to grab her filthy apron, she moved out of the storeroom reluctantly, walking right into the cafe, and doing just what her boss wanted.
"You say that one more time, missus, and your mouth get washed out with soap!"
That old hag.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 18, 2016 7:59:21 GMT -5
 | here we go as if the first time through wasn't embarrassing enough, let's have another go at it. maybe this time I'll actually get to enjoy my drink?
Macht had spent quite a while in rehab, trying to get a better grip on his prosthetic limbs, as was a priority. He'd been doing pretty well until he recently had a small encounter that required him to set his arm into overdrive, which ended up damaging... something, he wasn't quite sure yet. The redhead spent the entire next month tinkering with it to figure out what was wrong, and when he did, well, that was when he decided he'd finally be able to go out and live again.
After being a shut-in for nearly a month, Macht wanted to go out and do tons of things ranging from simple to the point it was nearing stupidity, and insane to that it was almost equally bigger stupid. He settled for a decent simple middle-ground, one that lacked the sense of the stupids, and headed off to a cafe. While it may have been a terrible idea, the cafe in question here was the exact same one Macht had picked that resulted in overextending his prosthetic, and running into the crazy curry bun lady. But, hey, can't be the same every time, right?
"Howdy," Macht waved absentmindedly to the lady at the counter as he made his way into the building and immediately made his way to a seat. For now, he'd actually yet to notice Marita/Fleur/Whatever she wanted to call herself, he was just focused on getting himself a nice drink.
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