"Is there anything you would like to order, sir?" He asks, slightly nervous.
Terribly realistic plastic eyes set in the pink ape-face move from their task of salt sorting to your face. "Heck, sure in the tomb rock." A hand moves to the menu and a single finger taps a dish. He hasn't looked at what he appears to be ordering. "Sheesh."
He frowns slightly and doesn't say anything more, simply cooking what was ordered.
Terribly realistic plastic eyes set in the pink ape-face move from their task of salt sorting to your face. "Heck, sure in the tomb rock." A hand moves to the menu and a single finger taps a dish. He hasn't looked at what he appears to be ordering. "Sheesh."
He frowns slightly and doesn't say anything more, simply cooking what was ordered.
The stranger goes back to arranging the salt. Soon, slender rows of the mineral swoop and swirl in complicated patterns before him.
He doesn't look up from his cooking for more than a few seconds. "Please, take some seats. I don't believe I've seen you around here before."
She smiles slyly. “Fine establishment you have.” She takes a seat, along with one of her bodyguards.
the man in the corner gets up while the woman doesn’t seem to be paying attention, but the other of the woman’s companions stops him at the door and coaxes him to stay for a while… and have a chat with the finely dressed woman. He seems scared out of his mind, but he complies and sits next to the woman and her two bodyguards.
He smiles. "Thank you very much. Does anything on the menu interest any of you?" He places a reassuring hand on the nervous man's shoulder.
She looks the menu up and down, before selecting a more expensive dish, still smiling slightly. After that, she glances to the nervous man. “You were late.” She says, in a more hushed tone.
”I know, Miss-… it won’t-“ she cuts him off before he can finish his sentence with a hand gesture. ”do you remember what we agreed upon?”
the man shifts away a bit, uncomfortable. He seems reassured by the chef’s touch.
He smiles. "Thank you very much. Does anything on the menu interest any of you?" He places a reassuring hand on the nervous man's shoulder.
She looks the menu up and down, before selecting a more expensive dish, still smiling slightly. After that, she glances to the nervous man. “You were late.” She says, in a more hushed tone.
”I know, Miss-… it won’t-“ she cuts him off before he can finish his sentence with a hand gesture. ”do you remember what we agreed upon?”
the man shifts away a bit, uncomfortable. He seems reassured by the chef’s touch.
He proceeds to prepare the dish, keeping an eye and an ear on the interaction.
He frowns slightly and doesn't say anything more, simply cooking what was ordered.
The stranger goes back to arranging the salt. Soon, slender rows of the mineral swoop and swirl in complicated patterns before him.
The chef looks like he's about to cry, just continuing his work silently.
The guest opens his satchel and pulls out a baby's shoe. He then begins to sweep the salt off the edge of the table into the shoe, destroying the intricate pattern in a simple motion. "Gosh." He then carefully sets the shoe to the side and watches you.
The chef looks like he's about to cry, just continuing his work silently.
The guest opens his satchel and pulls out a baby's shoe. He then begins to sweep the salt off the edge of the table into the shoe, destroying the intricate pattern in a simple motion. "Gosh." He then carefully sets the shoe to the side and watches you.
He places the dish in front of the stranger. "Do you speak Japanese, sir?" He asks in English.
The chef looks like he's about to cry, just continuing his work silently.
The guest opens his satchel and pulls out a baby's shoe. He then begins to sweep the salt off the edge of the table into the shoe, destroying the intricate pattern in a simple motion. "Gosh." He then carefully sets the shoe to the side and watches you.
He places the dish in front of the stranger. "Do you speak Japanese, sir?" He asks in English.
He places the dish in front of the stranger. "Do you speak Japanese, sir?" He asks in English.
He responds in English, "Flippin." But he nods.
He sighs and smiles, switching back to Japanese. "I hope you enjoy your meal, sir." He seems a lot calmer now that he has asserted some vague control over the situation.
He places the dish in front of the stranger. "Do you speak Japanese, sir?" He asks in English.
He responds in English, "Flippin." But he nods.
He sighs and smiles, switching back to Japanese. "I hope you enjoy your meal, sir." He seems a lot calmer now that he has asserted some vague control over the situation.
"Heck," His hand plunges into his bag. "Frick." He then stands up from his seat and moves towards you. "Snap." His arms reaches out quickly and suddenly he is pressing something into the palm of your hand. Something smooth and glossy. His monkey masked face stares straight into your eyes. "Darn."
He sighs and smiles, switching back to Japanese. "I hope you enjoy your meal, sir." He seems a lot calmer now that he has asserted some vague control over the situation.
"Heck," His hand plunges into his bag. "Frick." He then stands up from his seat and moves towards you. "Snap." His arms reaches out quickly and suddenly he is pressing something into the palm of your hand. Something smooth and glossy. His monkey masked face stares straight into your eyes. "Dern."
The chef takes the item, looking back. "Don't worry about a thing, friend. My name is Jacob. Can you say your name?" He takes a brief glance at the token before pocketing it, trying to keep it hidden from any prying eyes.
He sighs and smiles, switching back to Japanese. "I hope you enjoy your meal, sir." He seems a lot calmer now that he has asserted some vague control over the situation.
"Heck," His hand plunges into his bag. "Frick." He then stands up from his seat and moves towards you. "Snap." His arms reaches out quickly and suddenly he is pressing something into the palm of your hand. Something smooth and glossy. His monkey masked face stares straight into your eyes. "Dern."
The chef takes the item, looking back. "Don't worry about a thing, friend. My name is Jacob. Can you say your name?" He takes a brief glance at the token before pocketing it, trying to keep it hidden from any prying eyes.
It's a green leaf torn from a fake, plastic houseplant. "Heck," He mutters. He seems to say this replacement curse more than any of the other ones.
The chef takes the item, looking back. "Don't worry about a thing, friend. My name is Jacob. Can you say your name?" He takes a brief glance at the token before pocketing it, trying to keep it hidden from any prying eyes.
It's a green leaf torn from a fake, plastic houseplant. "Heck," He mutters. He seems to say this replacement curse more than any of the other ones.
He keeps it in his pocket anyway. "Is there anything I can do to make your meal better, Mr. Heck?"
The chef takes the item, looking back. "Don't worry about a thing, friend. My name is Jacob. Can you say your name?" He takes a brief glance at the token before pocketing it, trying to keep it hidden from any prying eyes.
It's a green leaf torn from a fake, plastic houseplant. "Heck," He mutters. He seems to say this replacement curse more than any of the other ones.
He keeps it in his pocket anyway. "Is there anything I can do to make your meal better, Mr. Heck?"
"Goodness," And he turns around and leaves. He walks out of the store leaving behind the untouched meal, the shoe full of salt, and his satchel.
He frowns slightly and doesn't say anything more, simply cooking what was ordered.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The stranger goes back to arranging the salt. Soon, slender rows of the mineral swoop and swirl in complicated patterns before him.
The chef looks like he's about to cry, just continuing his work silently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
She looks the menu up and down, before selecting a more expensive dish, still smiling slightly. After that, she glances to the nervous man. “You were late.” She says, in a more hushed tone.
”I know, Miss-… it won’t-“ she cuts him off before he can finish his sentence with a hand gesture. ”do you remember what we agreed upon?”
the man shifts away a bit, uncomfortable. He seems reassured by the chef’s touch.
He proceeds to prepare the dish, keeping an eye and an ear on the interaction.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I have to go soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The guest opens his satchel and pulls out a baby's shoe. He then begins to sweep the salt off the edge of the table into the shoe, destroying the intricate pattern in a simple motion. "Gosh." He then carefully sets the shoe to the side and watches you.
He places the dish in front of the stranger. "Do you speak Japanese, sir?" He asks in English.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He responds in English, "Flippin." But he nods.
He sighs and smiles, switching back to Japanese. "I hope you enjoy your meal, sir." He seems a lot calmer now that he has asserted some vague control over the situation.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Heck," His hand plunges into his bag. "Frick." He then stands up from his seat and moves towards you. "Snap." His arms reaches out quickly and suddenly he is pressing something into the palm of your hand. Something smooth and glossy. His monkey masked face stares straight into your eyes. "Darn."
The chef takes the item, looking back. "Don't worry about a thing, friend. My name is Jacob. Can you say your name?" He takes a brief glance at the token before pocketing it, trying to keep it hidden from any prying eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
It's a green leaf torn from a fake, plastic houseplant. "Heck," He mutters. He seems to say this replacement curse more than any of the other ones.
He keeps it in his pocket anyway. "Is there anything I can do to make your meal better, Mr. Heck?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I must leave now. I love you all*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Goodness," And he turns around and leaves. He walks out of the store leaving behind the untouched meal, the shoe full of salt, and his satchel.
*See you later!*
*I had another manga idea, unfortunately.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine