VOICETESTING. ❶ pick a character. ❷ leave a prompt. (also accepting tflns) ❸ help me write this character via threading. ❹ laugh at my shortcomings. ❺ i'm probably going to be worst at spike if that's appealing.
[ there are very, very serious downsides to losing a good portion of the bounties they go after. the biggest, most identifiable downside of this is having no money. and the biggest downside to having no money, in spike's mind, is the fact that the majority of their food sucks. a lot. (no but seriously who does he have to murder to get some fuckin' beef in the bell peppers and beef like that's just part of the recipe are you kidding me.)
spike does not stoop to stealing the stash of money that he knows faye is going to blow at the casino and/or on formalwear that she does not need. instead, he is no stranger to dining and dashing. it's super rude, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and sometimes he's just forgetful enough to be charming and get out of a check with no dashing involved.
so that's what's going on here, in this tiny little cafe on earth that's abuzz with young women as servers. the tea is too sweet but it's hot and it's nourishing; that's enough. the pancakes, on the other hand.
he takes a bite. and through a mouthful: ]
They're stale.
[ witness: the saddest bounty hunter.
he reaches across the table for the syrup, and propping his chin up with his hand, he sadly dumps half the pot onto the pancakes. ]
[mirai doesn't dine and dash, despite the fact that she barely has any money to feed herself and her anemia 98% of the time. in fact, she's inside this tiny cafe only because of the money that akihito lent her. it's not much, but it's definitely enough to hold her over until she can kill another youmu.
she's only a table away from the man that looks much too depressed to be eating the food. sure, it's a little bad, and maybe a bit stale, but it's cheap food and mirai is going to eat as much as possible.
she doesn't normally stare, but something about this guy is weirdly entertaining, along with the fact that his mere disappointment annoys her. be grateful for your kind of bad food!!!
watch out spike, there's a 4'9" girl staring at you.]
[ it's not that he's depressed, he just really wants some good food. but this will have to do, he supposes, and besides - if he doesn't at least look appreciative, that means he's going to get stuck with the bill. not that he has much problem with leaving it unpaid, but at the same time - he's been dealing with being shortchanged for a while.
shortchanged meaning here that criminals just kind of die before the money can be collected, but same basic principle. he's not getting paid.
he shovels another bite of pancakes in his mouth, plate overflowing with syrup, before he can feel a pair of eyes on him and his own eyes dart over to look. she sure is tiny. he keeps chewing and draws his eyebrows together. he eats slowly. hold on, hold on - ]
Haven't your parents ever told you it's impolite to stare?
[mirai holds his stare as he questions her, refusing to answer him right away. mostly, she just wants to look him over, see where he comes from. she's never seen this man before in her life, but there was certainly a certain air about him that made her curious. he's human, that's for sure, but ...]
How unpleasant.
[is her one and only response before she averts her eyes, lips forming a straight line. mirai has a funny feeling about him. is he going to leave without paying? he's acting strange as he eats. who puts that much syrup on pancakes, anyway? was he covering up the taste?]
[ totally human, totally masking the taste, and totally staring right back at her for a moment, fork hovering over his plate, another bite dangling off the end of it. the syrup drips languidly off before he sighs and shoves it into his mouth. ]
Pretty much. You'd think a place like this would know what they were doing.
[ but she's looked away, and that makes him frown, expression confused. that's a weird semi-examination if he ever saw one, and it dawns on him that maybe she wasn't talking about the food.
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spike idec come at me
THIS IS GONNA BE TERRIBLE
spike does not stoop to stealing the stash of money that he knows faye is going to blow at the casino and/or on formalwear that she does not need. instead, he is no stranger to dining and dashing. it's super rude, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and sometimes he's just forgetful enough to be charming and get out of a check with no dashing involved.
so that's what's going on here, in this tiny little cafe on earth that's abuzz with young women as servers. the tea is too sweet but it's hot and it's nourishing; that's enough. the pancakes, on the other hand.
he takes a bite. and through a mouthful: ]
They're stale.
[ witness: the saddest bounty hunter.
he reaches across the table for the syrup, and propping his chin up with his hand, he sadly dumps half the pot onto the pancakes. ]
GOOD
she's only a table away from the man that looks much too depressed to be eating the food. sure, it's a little bad, and maybe a bit stale, but it's cheap food and mirai is going to eat as much as possible.
she doesn't normally stare, but something about this guy is weirdly entertaining, along with the fact that his mere disappointment annoys her. be grateful for your kind of bad food!!!
watch out spike, there's a 4'9" girl staring at you.]
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shortchanged meaning here that criminals just kind of die before the money can be collected, but same basic principle. he's not getting paid.
he shovels another bite of pancakes in his mouth, plate overflowing with syrup, before he can feel a pair of eyes on him and his own eyes dart over to look. she sure is tiny. he keeps chewing and draws his eyebrows together. he eats slowly. hold on, hold on - ]
Haven't your parents ever told you it's impolite to stare?
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How unpleasant.
[is her one and only response before she averts her eyes, lips forming a straight line. mirai has a funny feeling about him. is he going to leave without paying? he's acting strange as he eats. who puts that much syrup on pancakes, anyway? was he covering up the taste?]
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Pretty much. You'd think a place like this would know what they were doing.
[ but she's looked away, and that makes him frown, expression confused. that's a weird semi-examination if he ever saw one, and it dawns on him that maybe she wasn't talking about the food.
wow, fuck this though. ]