[ closed ] If Greed is Stronger than Compassion

[cleanmemory]

Who: Watanuki Kimihiro and Jade Curtiss
What: Prayer #11
Where: Shibuya District
When: April 17th, evening
Warnings: Language, drug references, violence! ...Crossdressing?


"Come to Chouuuu Kawaii Maid Cafe! You'll savor our service!

"Hey, come check out Chou Kawaii Maid Cafe! You'll crave our flavor!

"This--"

Watanuki was this close to slamming his baby-pink fliers down to the ground. The god growled, standing up straight in his frilly pink maid outfit. The quality was good--rolling pleats, high cut, thick and fluffy petticoats, and poofed sleeves, and the classic heart-shaped white apron edged in white lace, thigh-high white stockings...

BUT HE FELT RIDICULOUS! WAS THIS HOW FAR HE WAS WILLING TO GO?! ALL THIS FOR SOME MONEY? HE WAS NO BETTER THAN A--

"STREET WALKER!" Watanuki suddenly screeched from behind Jade.

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[commoncurtissy]

Jade himself was passing out fliers for a Host Club with a butler theme. The fliers read "Cricket" and not too much else other than the address. His hair was tied back into a low ponytail with a ribbon and his hands were covered with white gloves.

He turned around a looked at Watanuki.

"What a crass thing to shout all of a sudden" he criticized. Not that he cared about the level of crassness another person decided to yell at the top of their lungs (though Jade knew he could be far louder).

"And what could ever be the matter?" he asked as he resumed passing out pieces of paper. Jade knew what was the matter. His god was in a pink, frilly maid's uniform.