He went to Maomao wanting pets too
"Fumizuki, I think your cheesecakes are done"
"Ooh, okie." Fumizuki heads over to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on them.
"Whoa Xueqing dig the new style!" Sue admires her outfit. "Fire is so you girl."
* max had brought in a old and not so good looking deep fryer but it was his he had kept from his mother and with it he was making some chicken gorge Inbthe back *
Max: chicken gorge will be done here in a few if anyone would like some it's my mother's original recipe* he said taking tongs and picking up done chicken from the fryer
Max: chicken gorge will be done here in a few if anyone would like some it's my mother's original recipe* he said taking tongs and picking up done chicken from the fryer
If it bleeds, we can kill it, if it doesn't bleed, we can still kill it.
Because Catachan Jungle Fighters are a cool regiment and heavy stubbers are funny, walking around with the equivalent of an NSV.
"Mathius....I have been thinking of tiramisu and fudge. Do you make that here? I might be asking for too much, but I thought I'd give it a shot."
"The Gundam doesn't bleed, and you can't kill it." The humor is lost, after all, on Mikazuki Augus.
Maomao, the FloraLamia wrote:
"Yes, and he is very cute." Maomao said, while holding the Jeff in her hands.
A large wooden door appeared at the back of the bar, The gentle click of his boots fill the air as he slowly opened the door and dusts himself off, The closing the door behind him, it would disappear behind him as he looks around, Taking off his large over coat he placed it on a coat rack followed by his NKVD cap.
He would find his way to a seat at the bar and relax.
He would find his way to a seat at the bar and relax.
"Is that one also swimming in medals, or is that one guy the one exception?"
"Who knows," he said to Akatsuki. "Welcome to Trixie's...Come in from the cold weather for some vodka?" he asked the newcomer as he watched the man silently move to an empty seat. "We will find out soon enough," he said as he waited for the man to speak about what he wanted to drink.
He rises a hand and shakes his head "I would like a glass of warm water please."
"Warm water? Alright. Strange request, but I will honor it," Blaze said as he got a cup, poured warm water in it, and went to the table where the man was sitting. "What's your name, Sir?" he asked as he put the cup in front of the man, giving a slight grin on his face. "I was a part of the military once, back when. Not a glamorous job, I can tell you," he said as he stood there eyeing the man in uniform.
He would lift his head for a moment placing his hands on the bar top while resting his left over his right hand, He spoke softly "Just a traveler trying to stay a bit warm, Figured I would take a bit of a special trip this way because I heard this bar is quite wonderful, But ah, Where are my manners, Father Kaputin Ivanovich of the northern parliament and the greater orthodox church, It is a pleasure to meet you." He said with a soft nod and a warm smile
"This is the place for that," said Blaze as he stood in front of the man when he was given a name. "Nice to meet you, Kaputin. My name is Blaze. Nice to meet you as well," he said as he extended a hand for Kaputin to shake. "Not many men in uniform come here asking for something to drink. There is...nevermind. Not important," he said as he nodded a bit. "If you need anything else, you know where to find me. At the bar," he said as he turned around and walked back to the bar and went back around it to wait for other customers to come in and ask for something to drink.
Natasha rolls up the collar of her leather jacket, tucking the fingers of her left hand partly in her front pocket as she strolls in, shaking off some rain that clung to her hair. She strolls slowly and settles at a seat at the bar, looking at the hot drink options with a soft thrum on the counter with her right hand fingers.
Blaze noticed another newcomer come into the tavern as he looked at her stroll in casually. "Blaze is the name. How may I help you today? I see you are looking at the menu for hot drinks. I am the bartender here. Hopefully Mathius is happy with my diligence here at the tavern..." he said as he looked in her direction, awaiting a response from her.
Her ears twitch at the name, indicating her familiarity with the place. Glancing at the bartender curiously before responding softly, "Coffee, please. Cream, no sugar." She moves her hand over her mouth as a small yawn breaks, "Hm, pardon. Natasha here. Commonly, Tasha." She nods in acknowledgment.
He would sit back rising an eyebrow waiting for a second as the gears in his head turn, Not many military types came this way, He wondered for a bit on why before he took a sip of his water, His eyes fall on the other new comer as he gave them a soft nod before he went back to his water and personal thoughts.
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