Open for Business

[dekillerqueen]

Who: Open to all!
Where: A nice little bakery in the Virgo district.
Summary: There's someone new working at the shopping ward. He looks a little weird, but his sweets seem pretty appetising...
Warnings: None that I can think of, save for Shelly being kind of creepy as usual Probable Dual Destinies spoilers in the thread with Bobby!

Maybe you're a regular at this bakery. Or maybe you've never noticed it before. Either way, there is a new face selling baked goods here! A kind old man with a white streak on his hair is taping a few flyers to the window, announcing some appealing new deals and brand new desserts for sale.

Come a little closer, and you may catch his eye. You may also notice the line of stitches running down his face.

But with a smile like that and delicacies like these, who wouldn't want to come right in and buy something?

Comments

[tyrantball]

"Hmhmhmhmhm! Desco has worked hard for the benefit of her frail, mortal subjects by protecting them from unlawfully marauding demons! She has also set into motion plans to subjugate the Netherworld and Celestia to her all-pervasive will!"

She looks extremely proud of herself.

"But right now Desco would like some cake, please! Do you have anything so sinfully decadent dieting women would gain five pounds and faint in despair just looking at it?"

if this log keeps making me go look for awesome desserts on google i may cry

[dekillerqueen]

That really does not help him know what to make of Desco in any way. Good thing he isn't here to judge her, only to serve - to provide the best pastries this city has ever seen.

Her question makes his courteous smile grow just a little bit deeper. "I do not advocate an unhealthy diet, but... we all deserve a treat from time to time, after all. I believe I may have something for you. Give me one moment."

He goes to the back room and returns carrying this. It smells fresh and utterly delicious.

[tyrantball]

Desco floats a little closer, her nose twitching as she inhales deeply. She drifts backwards a little, her red-fingered hands pressed against her blushing cheeks as she sighs in delight, the tip of her long tail swishing against the floor as it wags happily.

"Desco will take two slices, one wrapped to go, please!"

The tips of her long, pointed ears are flushed and wiggling slightly as she says this.

[dekillerqueen]

"Very well, Your Majesty," he says with a nod before he begins slicing the cake for her. There's no harm in calling her that, as he sees it - if she truly is the Queen, then he is giving her due respect; if she's only a child (albeit a definitely inhuman one), then he is playing along, and he can allow himself such things from time to time.

Two slices, both exactly the same size and one neatly wrapped. The baker sets the rest of the cake aside.

...wow this is a long tag

[tyrantball]

With extreme reverence, Desco takes the wrapped slice in both hands and places it gently down on a table, followed shortly by the other piece, set across from it. Her tail retracts to a small triangular stub as she pulls out the chair and sits down, only to frown in concentration as it becomes apparent she's too short to reach the tabletop.

Floating backwards off the chair, she spins around so her back is facing the table, at which point the portion of it not covered in purple chitin splits open and a mass of tentacles and eyes oozes its way out. Once it's out, it begins warping, reshaping itself into a booster chair. One of the golden eyes set on it blinks as it regards the baker.

As Desco settles in, properly level with the table, she places her hands together.

"For what Desco is about to receive, she gives thanks to Daddy for creating her tongue."

Grace said, she takes her fork and gently uses the side to remove a small piece of the cake. The tips of her shark-like teeth barely show from behind her mouth, which is only open far enough to admit the cake. As she chews delicately, savoring the flavor, her entire body shivers in delight - including her impromptu booster chair. After she finishes chewing, she swallows quietly and wipes the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

There's a subtle glow to her crimson eyes as she casts her gaze on the baker, her spiraling black pupils expanding and contracting as she does so.

"The moist, firm interior is perfectly balanced by the assertive dark chocolate frosting, and Desco can detect just the faintest hint of orange essence as well. Desco...has never had a finer cake."

Desco gently places her fork down and levitates upwards just a bit before applauding.

"Bravo!"