He snorted faintly in amusement of his own. The sheer intensity of how much he didn't care if she thought she won couldn't be measured by a human standard. He'd intended to pay her from the beginning, ergo, he wasn't at a loss, and the way he figured it the effort it would take to correct her was disproportionate to the effort it didn't take knowing, privately, that'd he'd come out just fine. He headed towards the front door, just a tinge smugly satisfied. The hostess was suddenly bombarded with people, she turned her attention away from the pirate girl, to look at Dizzy, the dishonest grin still plastered on her face. As she was opening her mouth to respond to the girl, Sol appeared next to her, money in hand. Her grin morphed into a smirk, because somehow in the world of Jam, this meant she had won the battle. Of course, this would make sense to no one else but her, though it didn't much matter. "THANK YOU," Jam said, amusement apparent in her tone. She grabbed the money, then looked around for the crazy doctor, before shoving it into her bosom. The blonde knight's eyes flew open. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, "Mon Dieu, what a dream. What could it mean? Perhaps I should pray on the matter." He gently disengaged himself from Chipp's embrace and rose from the bed,"I'll check on him later..." He dressed and went downstairs. He'd made steady progress on the ham, finished it off eventually, his share of the moon cakes, too, eating at a steady clip. He pushed his chair away from the table, standing, pushed it in behind him with an absent sort of gesture as he dug his money out of his pocket. He had plenty to do today, second on the list scouting for work with first on the list being breakfast. Breakfast was done and as much of a jerk as he had been about it, he didn't skimp on paying, pausing next to Jam with a slight scowl to his countance and a brusque arrogance to his stance, offering the money out without a word. Blinkblink! Wow. Everyone seemed well... strange, to the poor gear! Well, here she was now, carrying her yummy housewarming present from Mr. Baldhead. Pouting though, she followed his trail. And noticed the whole scene in a slightly more ...eh, sneaky manner than May. "..."
Welp, time to make with the nice chit-chat, for this little gear. "...Hello?"
(OOC: Arr, sorry for not posting! I had died. Twice. Then forgot password. Then got reminded. Then post. Yes. Yes. *flail* Anyway, Hello May. ^_^) Jam's eyebrow raised and twitched. She watched Faust walk away, letting out a loud 'huff!'. Before she could yell out any last words at the man, she was distracted by the young girl who had raced into her restaurant. She quickly masked over her previous expression with a rather dishonest smile. "Hello! Sit down, sit down!" Jam scooted May over towards the table and shoved her down into the seat. "What can I get for you today, little girl?" The bright eyed brunette charged onto the scene with a delightful yell. She was feeling very well this fine day! Johnny had given her a compliment! It seems as if he was finally beginning to notice her... She'd grown a few more inches and her bust was becoming clearly visible. Little did she know, that Johnny was becoming a tad bit too distracted when she bounded up to him and latched onto his arm and playfully rubbed herself up against him like a kitten. Smiling to herself as she laced her fingers behind her back and softly whistled a happy tune to herself. Slowly but surely, things were changing and she liked the fact that they were. And yet, she was soon dragged out of her happy mood when she stumbled upon Faust and Jam arguing like two hens. Blinking in confusion, the young girl quirked up one eyebrow and snuck closer in to discover just what it was they were yelling about. (( OOC. Yosh. I am new. Please, don't rip me apart! ^__^;; )) "What? You're asking why it's important? Well, I'll tell you... 'wench,' that it's important to me," he said, taking a step back so that Jam would not poke him again. "And I happen to like it!" Faust stated matter-of-factly, placing overly large hands on his equally large hips before doing an about-face turn and pacing around the room out of boredom. "WHAT did you call me?!" Jam narrowed her eyes, both eyebrows now seemingly twitching. Now, Jam was not the smartest girl in the world, and she wasn't the type to back down either. Faust could be an angry, very hungry cannibal for all she would care, she lacked enough common sense to never stay out of a 'tiff' (if this wasn't already apparent). She glared at the man, poking at the newly mended bag. "What's so important about this thing anyway?" "Itaaa!" And back he went with a loud crash to the ground, his legs still up on the chair and twitching. He would have been staring up at the ceiling without moving for a good few minutes if he hadn't heard a soft ripping noise just below the nose. Jam's face became a darker shade of red, and her eyebrow began to twitch. "That's NOT why it's there!" she sputtered out at the Doctor vehemently. "My breasts are great as they are! THANK YOU VERY MUCH." She snorted at the man, slapping his hand away once more. Jam was not in the mood to explain why she kept the money there either, so instead she let out a loud flustered sigh and shoved Faust off his seat. "There's no use in hiding it now... it's obvious! If you honestly wanted them THAT BIG..." he poked at the yen in her cleavage, which clanged together lightly at his touch. "I could have done it properly. Besides, isn't this Japanese currency?" A baffled stare. "What on earth are you doing, stuffing them in there like that?" Jam raised a twitching eyebrow at the doctor. Not only had he snatched up money that belonged to her, but he had removed it from her chest. HER CHEST. She could feel her reddened face twisting into a very unflattering expression. "Get your hand out of there!" She quickly snatched the yen back out of his hand. "And WHAT are you talking about?" >_O
"Ky.." "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Cleaning off a snot-ridden finger that was once shoved up I-no's nose in the hopes of waking her up (to no avail), Faust watched Jam at the table as he turned off the sink and, trying to duck so that his head didn't hit the doorway, set all his belongings aside. "It's rude to pick off of other's plates! ...but then again, you did cook it. Oh well!" Yeah. Baldhead still hadn't removed the bag, so his smile was again hidden. Sitting down beside Jam, he then noticed a large lump in her cleavage that stuck out in odd places. "Miss Kuradoberi, what are you trying to do there?" Curiously, he picked out one yen and studied it. "All you had to do was ask, and I could've done proper surgery to make them that way!" Jam sighed and took a seat, most likely shoving someone over. It had been a long day. As much as she loved cooking and money, these people were horrible! Oh well, atleast it was almost over. She then reached over towards whoever's plate was next to her, grabbing a peice of food and shoving it in her mouth. Baiken blinked as she was pushed out of the house, but decided against saying anything. It was no skin off her back, anyway. She walked into the streets of the town (or whatever.. place they were in) and looked at the buildings, to see if she could identify a bar, and a "quality" one, at the least of it. Jam nodded greatfully at Ky, then continued to shove that money into her cleavage also. XD She then turned back to Baiken, taking her pay and once again sticking it in the 'sacred spot'. "Thank you. Now yes, you can be on your way." Jam then practically shooed the woman out, though she wasn't trying to be purposely rude for once. The extra money had taken away what ever spite Jam had for the women when she tried to skip out. She'd have to remember that she was on her 'good list' now. Catching sight of the innocent little gear who'd entered shortly after him, Faust lazily lifted one hand and formed the V sign out of his two fingers, exclaiming, "Come join us, kawaii ojou-san!" (He learned these phrases from the Nihon-jin and the Shinobi.) Noticing how he towered over her (and pretty much everyone else, too) he bent down and gave her a small red box. "Pocky for you!" Then, patting her on the head, he waltzed off around the house aimlessly... Head poking through the doorway a little after Fausts err, entry; a little noise to boot. Blinking, she stepped through, curiosity all but her main emotion. I-no sat in her chair and continued snacking. She was asleep thogh, her hand in a bag of Funions. Sleep Sleep Sleep. She was there, just there. Very uniterested in what was going on. But, oh well.. she just had to be there.. unfortunately. "Baaack!!" Again flying in on his umbrella, Faust's 9'4" figure burst through the doorway as he landed, skidding on his backside, in the house. Feet twitched for a second...@_@ Baiken sighed at the interruption of her leaving the house. She pulled out somewhere around 2000¥ and placed it onto Jam's hand. "My mistake. Keep the extra, it's a tip. May I leave, now?"
(OOC: Nice layout. :P) Ky removed 1,875 yen from his pocket and walked up behind Jam. He slipped the money into her other hand and murmured, "Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle." As he moved to the stairs he said, "It would be best that you pay her now, Madame, it's never wise to offend those who cook the food." Normally Ky would have remained to see if the situation had resolved itself, however tonight he was too tired. He did make a note to himself to check back with Jam in the morning to make sure everything was taken care of. |
