[ ooc: if you'd like to assume this isn't their first meeting, you are more than welcome to do so. he was also here last year for a little bit, so he's not completely lost, and you're welcome to recognize him from back then! ]
workin' at the car wash: the obligatory(?) fanservice option.
[ While he's pretty much stopped walking around in his underwear by now, but here's two pieces of information: one, if you wear a shirt while you're washing your car, it's inevitably going to get dirty, and two, if it's just going to get dirty, there's no point in wearing it while you're cleaning things. So you're welcome for the show, Holly Heights! If you're expecting a softcore porno intro, though, you're in the wrong place. This is all about SCRUBBING and CLEANLINESS. (...okay, maybe it's a little softcore porno intro.) Was the car even dirty enough to require this much soap? Is the vigor with which he's vacuuming his interior in hopes of eliminating Life Fibers?
By the time he's done, you'll be able to see yourself in the hubcaps. He's... very thorough.
For now, though, he twists to toss grayish water out of his bucket and onto the grass, but, uh, he's got an arm on him, so... ]
Ah.
[ No that wasn't a wince, what do you take him for, he is an adult and adults don't wince because they accidentally tossed gross car wash water all over unsuspecting passerby. ]
That wasn't where that was intended to go, I'm sorry. Would you... like a towel?
shopping trip!
[ Tsumugu wouldn't exactly refer to himself as the domestic type. Most of his cooking skills were picked up out of necessity, and his impeccable laundering abilities mostly the product of necessary paranoia. Without a war on, though, there's time to buy things that aren't chocolate protein shakes, Cliff bars, or ingredients for any of his veritable arsenal of ten-minute meals. So now there's a giant guy with a half-full shopping cart standing in front of the peanut butter, trying not to take up the whole damn aisle while he figures out whether he's actually interested in organic anything. (Isn't peanut butter by definition organic?) He looks between them both and... finally puts both in the cart. It can't hurt.
That handled, he reaches into his pocket for his shopping list - and finds it isn't there. After a moment more of patting his many, many pockets down, he turns around to peer at the ground. After a minute, he looks to the nearest person. ]
Have you seen a shopping list?
freestyle
[ If you want something else in particular, go ahead and hit me with it! ]
he's wearing pants this time it's a miracle
workin' at the car wash: the obligatory(?) fanservice option.
[ While he's pretty much stopped walking around in his underwear by now, but here's two pieces of information: one, if you wear a shirt while you're washing your car, it's inevitably going to get dirty, and two, if it's just going to get dirty, there's no point in wearing it while you're cleaning things. So you're welcome for the show, Holly Heights! If you're expecting a softcore porno intro, though, you're in the wrong place. This is all about SCRUBBING and CLEANLINESS. (...okay, maybe it's a little softcore porno intro.) Was the car even dirty enough to require this much soap? Is the vigor with which he's vacuuming his interior in hopes of eliminating Life Fibers?
By the time he's done, you'll be able to see yourself in the hubcaps. He's... very thorough.
For now, though, he twists to toss grayish water out of his bucket and onto the grass, but, uh, he's got an arm on him, so... ]
Ah.
[ No that wasn't a wince, what do you take him for, he is an adult and adults don't wince because they accidentally tossed gross car wash water all over unsuspecting passerby. ]
That wasn't where that was intended to go, I'm sorry. Would you... like a towel?
shopping trip!
[ Tsumugu wouldn't exactly refer to himself as the domestic type. Most of his cooking skills were picked up out of necessity, and his impeccable laundering abilities mostly the product of necessary paranoia. Without a war on, though, there's time to buy things that aren't chocolate protein shakes, Cliff bars, or ingredients for any of his veritable arsenal of ten-minute meals. So now there's a giant guy with a half-full shopping cart standing in front of the peanut butter, trying not to take up the whole damn aisle while he figures out whether he's actually interested in organic anything. (Isn't peanut butter by definition organic?) He looks between them both and... finally puts both in the cart. It can't hurt.
That handled, he reaches into his pocket for his shopping list - and finds it isn't there. After a moment more of patting his many, many pockets down, he turns around to peer at the ground. After a minute, he looks to the nearest person. ]
Have you seen a shopping list?
freestyle
[ If you want something else in particular, go ahead and hit me with it! ]