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GYM VIII: The Last Protein
Wow, what a...unique place. <br> <br> *He takes a seat at the bar, and watches the fight with a surprising amount of earnest.*
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
I...don't really believe you. I, think I'm going to call the actual police now. Excuse me.
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
*He panics at the sight of the shadow, and jumps back, dropping his wallet and his dinner* <br> <br> GAH! What the hell are you?!
GYM VIII: The Last Protein
*Walks inside, holding a doggie bag from McDonalds* <br> <br> Um, did I make a wrong turn? T-that's embarrassing.
GYM VIII: The Last Protein
Uh, Gym? Or, is it GYM? Oh, whatever. This place seems a little...intense. I just wanted a place to eat in peace. I'm certainly no fighter, so is it possible for me to just take a seat and eat my dinner?
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
Uh, sorry. I guess I'm not used to clerks, uh...being translucent. Haha, um...Someone help me.
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
*steps inside* <br> <br> Damn, what a day. Just one dead end after another. Well, guess dinner is in order. <br> <br> *Goes to look at what microwave dinners he can afford*
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
Ah, sorry to say but I can't afford to eat out much. Plus, I have work to do after this. If it's all the same to you, I think I'll just buy some ramen that I can make really quickly. <br> <br> *Slightly taken aback at the friendliness, he quickly grabs a microwave dinner and goes to check out.* <br>
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
*At the sight of the supernatural things going on around him, the detective shudders to himself before picking up his wallet and food.* <br> <br> You know, I think I'm good. I'm just...going to go to McDonalds or something. I'll just go put this back and be on my way.
Junes Shopping Centre! Serving all your Needs!
*After putting the microwave dinner back, he is distracted by the collection of eggs in one of the fridges before clutching his head* <br> <br> Oh, this AGAIN? Damnit, what is wrong with me right now? Why are EGGS of all things messing with my head? Ugh, this blows.

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