Turtle & Canary; Saturday [07/27].

[sake_shinigami]

Well, Shunsui had a job, he supposed he ought to at least go to it.

Not that he was planning on actually working, of course, but he could at least make appearances.

Of course, that also meant Apu-san hounding him about all sorts of nonsense like paperwork, which he tried diligently to wave away, as if dealing with a particularly pesky fly.

"Surely, all that is still on file from last time. I don't see why it shouldn't still be relevant; it hasn't been that long, Apu-san."

Apparently, no, it really had been that long, but what was time, anyway, to a soul that had been dead for hundreds of years? Shunsui sighed, considered his options, and offered, "At least tell me you still have Nanao-chan's contact information on file? Just send it to her to take care of, like we did befo--"

He stopped himself, though, remembering that Nanao-chan, as far as he knew, still didn't know he was even here. He assumed. He figured if she did, she'd have come stomping in to try to drag him back to the Seireitei, but he hadn't expected to get away with it for this long. Nanao-chan was smart, after all, far too smart to be stuck being Lieutenant to a Captain like Shunsui, and yet...

...she could be plotting something. He'd have to tread carefully, so, with a heavy sigh, he held out his hand to take the paperwork from Apu to fill it out.

Only to have it handed right back when he was finished.

"What do you mean, hearts won't suffice as a signature? You know it's me! Who else could it be ♥?"

But Apu-san was firm. Hearts would not suffice as a signature, so Shunsui, shaking his head at the other man with a disparaging shake of his head, took the paperwork back and redid it.

With even more hearts.

Ha!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chilled Sake
Hot Sake*
Red

*Don't Ask.

Turtle & Canary is open ♥ ♥ ♥!

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

When Miguel arrived at the diner, the busboy and dishwasher were huddled at the doorway to the freezer. After a moment, the cook came out, wiped sweat off his brow, and lifted up a string of fresh fish. He put it down, walked back into what Miguel could now see was a portal over the doorway, and almost immediately jumped back out.

"What's going on?" Miguel asked.

The cook waved at it. "Been like that all morning. No telling what you'll come back with."

"There's one over the pantry door, too," the dishwasher added.

Miguel sighed. "At least we keep some coffee up front."


Today's Specials:
Whatever we can find, you'll get


Luke's was open!