[Social][Open] The Enchanter Is A Part-Timer!

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The doors opened wide, a group of Adventurers consisting of three young women walking into the small restaurant building. They were greeted by a young man with dashing good looks, one who could be known simply as a... Oh, what are the weebs calling it these days...? "A bishounen!" That's right! The party was welcomed by the bishounen male in the colorful restaurant uniform. He smiled at them and spoke in his luscious voice, smooth as honey, "Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger~" The ladies swooned as he shot them a beautiful glance from behind his glasses. The party approached the counter slowly, time seeming to stand still as they had the undivided attention of that gorgeous gentleman. "Hi, what can I get for you ladies~?" They giggled a bit before answering.

"We'll get two number three meals, hold the cheese." They smiled, their faces lightly pink from blush. "Aaand... We'll also send you a friend request~" The young man smiled warmly, quickly tapping the accept button on each interface popup that appeared. "Lyssamanya~!" The girls uttered sweetly. "Lyssamanya! Lyssamanya! Lyssamanya!"

"Lyssamanya!" The Enchanter's eyes shot open, his chin slightly damp from a streak of drool. "Are you awake, Lyssamanya?" A man's voice asked in a demanding tone. This guy was a total dick by the way, so he isn't really that important. Lyssamanya didn't even remember his name, so we'll just call him...

"Y-Yes, of course I am awake, Mr. Dickwad!" The Enchanter shot up and gave a military salute... With his left hand... God dammit Lyssamanya. "Oh shush, it's not like this dick was in the military."

"What was that, Lyssamanya?" Mr. Dickwad, the manager of this fine little eating establishment known as Burger Fling, stood with an imposing posture, his arms crossed as he literally looked down upon the part-time cashier.

"I said it is not like this dick, referring to you, was ever in the military!" You... Did you really just say that out loud...?

Mr. Dickwad cracked his knuckles, clearly infuriated. "You know, if our cashier hadn't called out sick today you'd be headin' straight to the Cathedral for that kind of lip service!"

"Understood, sir! Don't forget which of us can use their skills without being attacked by the Royal Guards, sir!" You are going to get yourself killed, Lyssamanya!!

Mr. Dickwad, a level 47 Monk, loomed over the baby Enchanter, giving him a death stare. Not, like, a literal DEATH stare, like Lyssamanya isn't receiving this man's gaze and going 'Oh no, I am dead! Ack! Oof! Ow! Arg!' or anything, he's just kinda standing there, being looked down upon. "You are only working here today and that is it, got it? I never wanna see you by my restaurant aga-!"

Lyssamanya cut his boss off with, of all things, "Oh no, I am dead! Ack! Oof! Ow! Arg!"

Mr. Dickwad slammed his large fist on the counter, almost breaking it. "Just do your neeping job!" Infuriated, the manager stormed off in a rage.

Lyssamanya chortled to himself, laughing at how the man's expletive was censored. The doors opened as customers entered the restaurant, and Lyssamanya welcomed them all.

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[Lerical]

ghost 'Cause the world might do me in / It's all right cause I'm with friends / Cause I'm giving up again / It doesn't matter + @lyssamanya   + w.c: 584/584 + #7fc7d1 +

Lerical had a daily plan. A daily plan that involved going to her favorite inn for something to eat in the middle of the day. They served good, healthy food and everyone was nice. So when she went up to the front and saw the door closed with a sign on the front saying, ‘closed’, her routine slowly deconstructed and the imploded into itty bitty little fragments of disappointment and crushed hopes. She lifted her hands to her face and held her cheeks for a moment, stunned into silence before her stomach shook its fist at her and made a cow about her not being already seated and eating. They hadn’t mentioned this--was someone sick? “Or maybe they're taking vacation time,” Lerical mournfully turned away and dropped her hands to her sides. Where was she going to go? Should she just skip--no, that was even worse. The Bard would get cranky as the day went on and the hunger increased, and then she just wouldn’t have enough energy. So she had to find someplace for now and take care of her growling problem. The problem with that was that Lerical was hard to please when it came to food. She was picky and because of her repetitive nature; didn’t know that many places outside of her normal route. Which meant she had to test the unknown, and venture out. With her lips set in a thin line she started down the street, searching the windows and signs one after the other until she came upon a burger joint. Dear lord--the grease, the salt…! She’d be way beyond her daily salt intake if she went in there and ordered just a box of fries. The ex-doctor glared at the door for a moment before she resigned herself, and pushed it open. Lerical would have to juice tonight or she’d suffer the consequences--at least, she thought that she would. Did the same rules of dietary nutrition apply here as they do back home? It peaked her interest, and soon the unhealthy ditch-effort lunch was becoming an experiment. Would her feet swell up like balloons and leave her feeling like dirt the rest of the day if she ate the food here, or would she walk away just fine? Lerical wasn’t a fan of the fastfood industry, but there was a certain comforting factor to the food that made her feel a little better after a bad day, if for just a little while. The line was steadily progressing, and she used the time standing there to stare at the menu with a set jaw. It was a pick your poison time, and with the many at her fingertips she was left uncertain. Just a burger? Or did she want fries? Or onion rings? What would she have on the burger--aside from everything green and healthy. Lerical stepped up to the register when the person in front of her stepped away, her hand swiftly moving her bangs out of her eyes and to the left of her forehead. “Um,” she began, and the front-tip of her foot lightly tapped against the ground. “Burger with everything on it--minus the cheese.” Nasty, processed gunk grown in a lab. “Easy on the mustard an-nd, onion rings.” Lerical looked at the young man behind the counter, a nervous smile on her face. “I’ll also just…” Soda--no, that stuff would have her on her heels for a while and then she’d crash. “Have a water with all of that.”

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[Daggerfel]

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	Dagger yawned as he shuffled down the street. He was dressed in his new clothes, his cloak wrapped around his upper body and his hat pulled down around his head to create a nice warm cocoon around him. With a lazy smile he made his way down the street, the sun helping to warm his body from the slumber he had enjoyed a little too much. There were a few places he knew he could go for a decent meal, and today he decided he'd take his chances with a place some people had told him about a few days before. Burger Fling, he stumbled through the doors just behind a few other people, giving a wide-mouthed yawn as he stretched and let go of his cloak. Dagger rubbed his eyes as he got into line just behind someone with blue hair. He listened to her make an order, trying to figure out if the voice was familiar or not, before it came to his turn to place his order. "I'll take the double-decker cheesy bacon blaster burger. Extra lettuce and onion, hold the mustard but keep the ketchup." He smiled at the thought of the burger, looking over his choice of drinks. It seemed the best thing for his tastebuds was probably going to be the tea, but he had a question he just had to ask before he would even think of accepting it. "As f'er a drink... how's the sweet tea? Is it diabetus in a cup or jus' a northerner's cup a disgustin'? An 'fore ya ask, it's gotta have 'least two cups a sugar to the gallon 'fore I'll even think a touchin' the stuff. If'n it ain't that sweet gimme water." Dagger gave another minor yawn as he shuffled over to take a seat after placing his order. Nothing like an artery clogging meal to wake one up, no?
	of dying dreams

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