/frowns loudly because feeling too guilty to not post all the replies i had planned for today together and too anxious about time passing to actually complete them all/
((it’s the japanese word for lemonade, though it’s become a more general term for soda. the final ‘d’ sound was dropped when the word was co-opted into japanese - just put the sound back and you’ll hear it!))
(( that clears everything out ;v; thanks a lot friend, so helpful ))
((ramune like the japanese soda, I think? o: that’s the only ramune i know of
(( ahhhh! \QvQ/ thank you thank you! I tried googlin’ that but I wasn’t sure at all— ))
Elsens are so sweet and cute. Why must bad things happen to them? ;__;
He’s been trapped. He’s been caught! A short moment of panic ensues… before he realizes that’s no ghoul nor even stranger who has just wrapped their arms around him.
"I, I… oh! Mister Player, sir! Uh, I mean… Miss P… Player… I… uh… uhm… hhhh…. G-Good morning. ”
"It’s a… a pleasure to see you here…!”
The Player patted him lightly, smiling. “Hello there, dear Elsen.” they greeted him, “You appear to have become part feline. You are even more adorable.”
Being so busy carefully placing into a crate each of the bottles brimming with fresh meat he held pressed against his chest, the worker didn’t take notice of the stranger kneeling right behind him. Not until she spoke, at least. ”Hhhh!” He spun around to face the source of that so dreadfully unexpected voice, fearful eyes skipping around her figure and opening wider and wider at every uncannily unfamiliar feature they laid on.
And as he made an attempt to stumble away from the possible threat, the heel of his shoe bumped against the same box he was filling, inertia sending him falling on his back with a shrill yelp.
That pathetic chain of events only resulted in an Elsen laying in crate, covered in bottles, a thin thread of smoke rising from his mouth while his legs wiggled helplessly in the air. “Hhh, oh n-no… no… I, I… Are you a s-spectre? Please, don’t… don’t hurt me… no… hhh…hhh…”