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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 7:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 12:27 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 11:26 pm
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"D'aww.." Luna taunted Crissy before turning to her stomach, rubbing her face in the pillows, "Defile defile!" Luna taunted some more, playfully, of course, but all the while still laughing, noticing her flicking her hair back as if to ensure Luna noticed the white collar. She scoffed before waiting for Crissy to leave. So Crissy it is, Luna smiled, chuckling to herself as she laid her face into the pillow again, squeezing it tight.
Only a moment or so after would she stretch across the bed and sit on her knees, giving a pleasant yawn before opening up her sack and taking a look inside. Rummaging through, she pulled out a thin leather wallet and some other stuff before rising to her feet, resting the bag against the door frame to Akira's room and making her way back downstairs.
"Okay! Are the chores done? Are we ready to do the picnic, yet?" she smiled, hands on hips.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 10:50 am
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Name: Hayden Galvarium
Age: 23
Hair: Blonde with black highlights
Eye color: Dark Blue
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195 lbs
Race and/or Breed: Human
Occupation: Professional Chef
Weaknesses: His stoicism makes it difficult for people to warm up to him. His mind has nearly always been wrapped around cooking and his career, not much time for making friends or meeting people.
Small Bio: Discovering at a young age what it was like to create food that people would adore, he devoted all of his time, his efforts and his skills into practicing, experimenting, learning and hopefully, eventually, mastering types of gastronomy from around the world. On his pursuit to cook the best food possible, he now in the process of opening his own high-end, yet petite and intimate, fine dining restaurant.
OOC: Hope you have a spot for another owner :0 |
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:06 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:09 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:42 am
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 {Hayden Galvarium}
A tall, rather formidable, even slightly intimidating maybe, young male pushed open the glass doors to the Neko Maid Manner, removing his sunglasses, folding and hanging them on the placket of his button down shirt, just below his collar bone. He weaved his fingers through his hair, parting it back and away from his face as his eyes lifted, revealed deep blue irses, adjusting to the light of the shop.
Lucky him, he was able to catch the maltempered manager at his finest, reprimanding what seemed to be a young, cute neko dressed in a french maid's outfit. A flickered eyebrow raised, peaked interest, before noticing all the cat girls were wearing some form of maid or servant outfit. He paused for a moment, putting his hands in his pockets, before making his way inside.
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