[action] casually adds to the deluge of dream posts

[noplaidshirt]

 [Welcome to the most mundane dream ever.  Opening a little wooden door leads into a kitchen, rich with the aroma of cooking foods.  There are dozens of cupboards and pantries that lie open, but rather than food, they're filled with staircases.  No matter which stairs you take, you'll wind up in what appears to be a teenage girl's bedroom--most likely because it is.  It's a bit cluttered, with papers and knickknacks scattered everywhere.  A plastic tank on one shelf contains a disgruntled-looking Croagunk in the place of its usual resident, and everything is floating on a thin, pale red mist, the same kind that appears should one look out the window.  Paprika herself is flopped down on a cushion of said smoke, staring up quizzically at the ceiling.]

Man, this is tripping balls.

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:o That means she has to serve him B| Since the bartending outfit is a LIE. + He's also not logical

[shizuo_heiwajima]

Well, in that case... Shizuo tries to conjure up a slice of cake. After a moment of nothing happening, a lavishly decorated slice on a plate suddenly pops in his hands, along with a fork to accompany it.

"Cool." For some reason this doesn't surprise him much as it should. He decides to take a taste test with the fork, not considering that eating dream cake might not be the best idea ever.

xD

[noplaidshirt]

"Awesome!" Then again, considering this is Paprika's dream, it follows that the space wouldn't be bound too tightly by common sense. Closing her eyes in concentration, Paprika wills a bag of onion rings to pop up, and lo and behold it does. Her expression is a bit like a kid's on Christmas as she opens the bag and takes one. Belatedly, she offers the bag to Shizuo, not really seeing any harm in offering food to a total stranger when she does that at work every other day.

"D'you want some? They taste totally fine!"

This could be the beginning of a beautiful awkward friendship B|

[shizuo_heiwajima]

"No thanks," Shizuo says in between a large mouthful of cake. He prefers sweet foods to salty food, though the offer is still appreciated. The cake is as delicious as it looks: Rich milk chocolate topped with smooth cream and a mouthwatering hint of fresh strawberry.

After a moment, it occurs to him that maybe he should offer Paprika some of the cake.

"Uh, you want some?" He indicates awkwardly to the half-eaten slice.

everyone is Paprika's friend, whether they like/know it or not. :y

[noplaidshirt]

As it happens, she's the exact opposite. Shaking her head, she offers him a grin as, "Nah, man, I'm not too big on super-sweet stuff."

Belatedly, she remembers her manners and adds, "'M Paprika, by the way."

That's pretty creepy you should always know who your friends are O_O

[shizuo_heiwajima]

"Shizuo Heiwajima." He shrugs, not knowing how someone could not love sweet food. Oh well. He quickly finishes the rest of the cake, which then pops out of existence to be replaced by a glass of milk to wash it down with. Shizuo's tastes seem pretty childish, and contrast with his slightly intimidating image. He's also apparently cool with this entire situation.

this actually led to her getting kidnapped a few months back ;;

[noplaidshirt]

"Shiz--Wait, what?"

The name sounds Asian-ish to her, but she has absolutely no idea how to replicate it. Really, she should probably be a bit less nonplussed by the whole situation as well, but she instead simply opts for conjuring up a table and two chairs in the middle of the hall.

"Wanna sit down? I mean, unless you're, like, in a rush to go or something."

FFT did she kick kidnapper butt?

[shizuo_heiwajima]

"Shizuo," he repeats. He's satisfied as long as she doesn't try giving him a nickname to shorten it. He doesn't do pet names.

"Yeah, thanks." Shizuo sits down and leans back in the chair, taking a gulp of the milk. "So is this your dream?" He doesn't think girls he never saw before would be appearing in his dreams. Then again, he doesn't know what he would be doing in someone else's dream either.