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[The feed opens up to a smartly-dressed man in a casual pinstripe outfit. Something might seem a little weird about him, especially about how his eyes seem to be analyzing everything around him, but you've never seen a happier weirdo, at least.]
"Hello, dearest Johto...What new surprises do you have in store for me today?" [And what can I do to thoroughly mess them up?]
"Sol. Sol. Ab-sol." An Absol begins tugging at the the man's sleeve, struggling vaguely in the direction of a large, friendly-looking building with "Pokè" on the outside. To no avail; Discord has found his target. He rips his arm away from Dissent, leaving a small tear of the material wedged between its teeth, and strides lazily towards a nearby diner. Oh yeah, did I mention the smirk? Big one. REALLY big.
"What better way to greet the new than to grab a bite to eat at its own expense?"
"Hello, dearest Johto...What new surprises do you have in store for me today?" [And what can I do to thoroughly mess them up?]
"Sol. Sol. Ab-sol." An Absol begins tugging at the the man's sleeve, struggling vaguely in the direction of a large, friendly-looking building with "Pokè" on the outside. To no avail; Discord has found his target. He rips his arm away from Dissent, leaving a small tear of the material wedged between its teeth, and strides lazily towards a nearby diner. Oh yeah, did I mention the smirk? Big one. REALLY big.
"What better way to greet the new than to grab a bite to eat at its own expense?"
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Action: I won't bake you anything else ever if you don't start to be nice >3
Thank you.
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Action: O.O; I'll be good.
[He sips the glass daintily, nose wrinkling ever-so-slightly when the delicious smokey flavour proves to be missing. But it's still chocolate milk. With a glance up to his guest, he downs the delicacy yet again and forces the glass back at her, pulling a newspaper out of nowhere to obscure his features.]
"Don't you have OTHER patrons to be attending, Miss...? Another of my usual, if you DON'T mind."
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Action: Yeah I thought so.
Without a word, she takes the glass and refills it, forgoing the hot sauce once more. She can't do much to him, but telling him that milk is supposed to come with hot sauce and then not put any more in it is the most she can do. She slams the glass on the table in front of Discord and turns and walks away. She's going to get fired if she can't compose herself and think of something.]