Heart Soldier Senshi - SATURDAY NOON PST
[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.
There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.
Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]
RECIPE BOOK
There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.
Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]
RECIPE BOOK

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Club soda's up next, right? Dibs on that.
[Crushes up some ice, and passes it around; it contains a memory of shock and surprise, in which a five-year-old Hurricane and his big sister think it's a good idea to send him carreening down one of San Francisco's ultra-steep streets in a shopping cart,]
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[dangerous!! bad!!]
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That was badass.
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Sorry, dude.
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[he is required to fuss, it is his job as dragon dad]
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Sure.
[This is the face of someone who does rooftop parkour literally every day,,,]
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And you know better now.
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Learning by experience is sometimes the best teacher.
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We probly learned something, anyways.
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That's how you learn how to stick a landing.