Good, Good, They Can Start Returning These, Th Illegal Roombas? Illegal? Agatha Turns, Flabbergasted.

good, good, they can start returning these, th— illegal roombas? illegal? agatha turns, flabbergasted. " cash, w-w-where o-on earth could you have gotten i-illegal roombas? " how would they even go about returning those?! she waves her hands. " cash. cash. babe, i-i th-think illegal roombas are also n-not the way to go. " agatha is fairly certain a guard dog or a security system would be far more helpful than... roombas.

   “hm…  maybe  you're  right.”  cash  thinks  it  through,  pursing  his  lips.  “i  do  have  the  illegal  roombas  i  could  hook  up  as  well.  maybe  seventeen  isn't  an  intimidating  enough  number.”  he's  very  much  considering  now  taking  out  the  robbed  shipment  of  roombas.  before  he  legally  bought  seventeen.  “maybe  the  legal  roombas  aren't  enough.  you  have  such  a  good  point.”  he  nods  to  himself  -  though  he's  completely  missed  her  point.

at the familiar voice, agatha's gaze and head lifts and she straightens up, expression immediately brightening upon seeing it's her dear friend. " oh, toushiro! it's so good to see you! " the brilliance of the smile she wears now could easily outshine the sun, feeling elated to see him. she'd give him a big hug if he allowed such a thing, but agatha remains by the window of the shop. " yeah. " she nods, her gaze drifting back to the boots she'd been staring at for some time now. she could just call her wife and ask her to come down here and pay for the shoes, but... well, she's probably home grading papers. agatha would hate to disturb her work. " it isn't totally unreasonable! i mean, they're a good pair of shoes from a good brand! nice and sturdy and comfortable. the price is worth it. "

" Oi. -- Something has clearly captured your interest there." he stifles a chuckle to not discomfit the unknowing woman. -- Agatha was the last person he'd foresee catching, her midsection semi-arched in front of a shop's window, her nose virtually abutting its stained outward glass, on the streets amid his midday promenade.He situates himself at her flank, akin to an apparition abiding the position of one's penumbra, extremities profoundly within pockets, and peers aloft her hunched shoulder, at the commodity that had held the fullness of her engagement." Boots, huh? "he says, re-straightening.

      " ---- Their listed price is, quite frankly, unthinkably high and unreasonable."

soryn just can't help but snort at his answer, laughing now. oh, how amusing he is for a man. is he merely a man since he knew what the demon was so quickly? or is there something more to him? he isn't sure, but he does feel curious. " you find kids in the damnedest of places, i guess. " soryn says, casting a glance in the direction of the priest, the pupils of his eyes narrowing into slits as his shoulders lightly shake from his laughter.

his gaze averts and focuses on the pond once again. there's silence from him for a moment before he sighs. " doing the same job for over four thousand years wears you down. " soryn tells him, taking another bite of his sandwich, washing it down with water. " i was the grand judge of hell. i did love it, once, but there's nothing like seeing the worst, the absolute worst, in humanity every day for most of your life. " he shakes his head, shoulders sinking as he sighs again.

" finally, i... i had to leave. i had to find the joy in life again, so i came up here. at first i had absolutely no idea what i wanted to do. " soryn chuckles, glancing at the priest again. " there was someone i quickly became friends with who helped me secure an apartment and found a job for me. " his reaches up, pinching the fabric of his uniform, lightly tugging it away from his chest. " part-time mechanic. " he lets the fabric go, smoothing it out. " i enjoy it a lot. working with my hands is quite nice. " soryn smiles. he's certainly found a love for hands-on hobbies over the past couple of years, too.

" then, about a year later, a modeling agent came in with her car, needed some part replaced, and she was just... watching me. finally, after i got the part replaced, she just looked at me, gave me her card and said if i ever thought about modeling, to give her a call. " it was still a little funny to think about. maybe she saw potential under the smudges of old oil and the unflattering uniform. " i hadn't thought about it, but the second she gave me that card, i started to. so, part-time mechanic, part-time model as well. quite a peculiar combination, i'm sure, but... it makes me happy. "

shiro couldn't help but release another laugh, following by a scoffing noise. the moment he gained his freedom from asylum, he was doing all sorts of things a holy man shouldn't, all because he wanted to. shiro wasn't a man of morals when it came to a lot of bullshit that made no sense.

" found the poor things abandoned in a dumpster, " he began in an amused tone, a sideways smirk on his lips as he talked passed his cigarette, " bein' the kind, generous man i am, i took 'em in. " the priest spared the demon a sideways glance before he went back to watching the twins playing. rin was all over the place, dragging yukio along with him.

" care to tell me why a demon is sitting out in the open? " he raised a brow curiously, tilting his head slightly to observe the demon more closely. the yellow of their eyes, the pitch black hair, the oil and grease stains on their work uniform, all of it mixed together to create a radiant creature.

@rigelig

it had been painfully clear to agatha that murasaki was in desperate need of a break from her work and a day of peace and relaxation, so, when she knew she had less work on her plate, she set up a spa day for them. it would be nice, it would be relaxing and probably even pretty fun. they're friends, after all, and she'd feel terrible if she didn't try to help murasaki in any way.

" w-we're here, mura. " she tells her with a smile, parking the car and getting out, moving to the passenger side to open the door for murasaki. " i-i b-booked us the full package! w-we'll have some d-drinks, relax in the s-sauna, then a massage. i-i d-didn't specify w-what kind of massage because i wasn't sure what you'd be c-comfortable with, s-so w-we can choose when we get to it! " agatha's smile grows and she links her arm with murasaki's as they head inside. " th-then we get a facial, a-and then we get manipedis! "

@rigelig

soryn parks his motorcycle on the street and makes his way across to the park, his lunchbox in hand. he loves coming out here for his lunch break, enjoying the gentle breeze, the warmth of the sun on his skin and the general ambiance around him. it was truly the perfect spot. he sits at one of the benches. from here he could see the gazebo that a few other people were eating at, the playground that some kids were climbing all over, as well as the pond that wasn't too far off that was usually a home to some canadian geese during the spring and summer. soryn would sometimes watch parents urge their kids to head to the pond and feed them bits of bread, watching in amusement how the birds would sometimes frighten the kids.

he opens his lunchbox and crosses one leg over the other as he balances his lunch on his lap. soryn doesn't even need anything at all, and yet there was a desire to blend in. to appear, for all intents and purposes, normal and human. there was a small bottle of water, a sandwich, some crackers and slices of cheese, orange slices, and some oreos. he lifts up the sandwich and brings it toward his mouth when something in his peripheral makes him stop. soryn's gaze lifts and, much to his surprise, it was a priest approaching him after he told a couple of kids to run off toward the playground. he watches the priest sit down, quirking a brow at him. he didn't think one would even want to get this close to him.

" i figured my attire and my tattoos and piercings would be enough to keep priests away. " he says, a hint of an amused smile forming on his lips before he finally takes a bite of his sandwich. soryn chews, swallows. his gaze moves back to the priest. " or do you think i have a soul to save? "

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