[Jackie Maradona]

[attr="class","susurrus"]

[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ No. She wouldn't do it. Nope, never; not if pigs flew, not if the planet stopped spinning, and not even if Hell itself froze over — no, Jackie Andrés Maradona would never become so deprived as to– "It's just'a fuckin' tea shop. Get over yerself and try some goddamn tea." "But tea is terrible..." "Ya asked me what I wanted ta do, and this's what I chose! Now get in there already!" So came the civilian identity and her presence before a teashop, with a war forged in the mind still ongoing. Jackie'd despised tea, willingly shunning it wherever and whenever the chance arose; she was known for, especially as a child, throwing whole cups of tea out the kitchen window (even the whoopings for it were worth it, in her mind). And it wasn't even some sort of cultural value, either! If anything, tea should be beloved like a friend — like maté — but it wasn't! And the one most irritated about her distaste was Jackie herself. "Look, been a couple years; SURELY yer tastes have changed and ya can like it now." How'd she managed this predicament? Well, in the past years, her steady progress as a reputable support provider had garnered her more and more the means necessary to support herself; her latest job, however, was by far the greatest single paycheck she'd yet known. Perhaps out of euphoria — or, as she'd put it now, grave distraction — she'd agreed to her quirk, Pundit, to do one thing it asked of her. Within reason, of course. And its request was to try tea. "Maté's just'a tea, right? No reason ta fear tea'f yer favorite drink's a tea." "Maté is not a tea, it is an infusion." "Same fuckin' thing! Similar 'nough, anyway." She could have said no. It would have been easy. Painless, even. But to deny such a mundane request when she herself wanted the plea to be realized, she couldn't stomach the hesitance. Her pride couldn't allow it — she would do this. The small ring of a bell echoed through the tea shop as Jackie stepped in, stepping across the tile floor and to a seat near the counter. She'd dressed in jeans ripped at the knees with a sports top, opening the collar of her coat as she rested upon a stool; resting her arms against the counter, she tried to (not so discreetly) get the barkeep's attention. "Ye', hello, I... God, this is embarrassing–" she ran a hand through her hair, having left her blonde locs unadorned by her usual hat– "but I'm 'ere on a dare of sorts, from an uh, from a friend; I don't like tea, I really don't, but I'm trying to e'pand my taste, so... I'm 'ere. Is there anything shou might be able to recommend?" She'd kept her voice low, hoping her words would only ring in the barman's ear. "Smooth," Pundit quipped to Jackie alone. ✉ tag -- damian ✎ 492 words ※ Stand your ground, drink your tea!

[attr="class","ache"]

MADE BY MIZO

[newclass=.ache]width:0px;height:0px;border-left:100px solid transparent;border-bottom:100px solid #240000; border-top:50px solid transparent; margin: -156px -490px 0px 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.achee]position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.hiraeth]width:8px; padding: 35px; color: #fff; text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;border:1px solid #fff; color:#fff;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:15px;line-height:1,5em;background:rgba(17, 17, 17, 0.5); margin-left: 60px; margin-right: 60px; margin-bottom: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.jikan]width: 58px; height: 58px; padding: 10px; color: #fff; background:rgba(17, 17, 17, 0.5); border:1px solid #fff; margin-left: 60px; margin-right: 60px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(100%); /* Safari 6.0 - 9.0 */ filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.castleonthehill::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;background-color:#08631f;border:1px solid #fefefe;[/newclass][newclass=.castleonthehill::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background-color:#13ad39;border:1px solid #13ad39;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.susurrus a]font: bold 6pt calibri; letter-spacing: .5px; color: #333[/newclass][newclass=.susurrus:hover .jikan]transition: 0.7s; transition-timing-function: ease-in-out; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0%); /* Safari 6.0 - 9.0 */ filter: grayscale(0%);[/newclass]

[damian]

The consistency of customers both short and long term was something that damian could appreciate. Individuals of differing experiences and people that would go from disliking this or that to loving something that they never tried before. A gentle hum and flick of an ear as such a person pushed their way into his store. Well maybe push was a bad way of putting it.

They seemed as though that they weren’t exactly too enthused to be here at first; the way that they ran a hand through their hair to how they were sitting. Very quickly followed by an explanation. A dare? Damian’s gentle smile only widened and he’d nod his head; understanding. She didn’t like tea? No problem! There were plenty of things that he could recommend.

”It’s all right. Not everyone drinks the same thing. But for starters hmm.. Do you like sodas? Or some coffees? Maybe even juices?”

There was a variety of drinks that he could suggest from that list; some teas that were sweeter, some that were more akin to fruits and then there were the bitter teas good for making use of a bodies natural resources to help fight against sickness. Though the lattermost would be something that someone who didn’t like tea… well wouldn’t be a good choice he felt.

He’d lean on the bar, ears flicking a little bit. Thankfully there weren’t many people here at the moment and the two of them could talk at least without the chance of being overheard too much. A few regulars that kept to their own business and jackie likely didn’t seem to be the sort they’d want to mess with anyways.

”Ah right. But my manners. My name is Damian.”

He would have offered her a menu, but honestly with the entrance and question she had well… It was better this way no? Damian was well dressed for a tea-shop owner and seemed better off than what you’d expect.