Post by Chiura Yutsuko on May 12, 2019 5:11:35 GMT
Chiura's father had told her about the Ryuusei Bar and Grill. He and his coworkers had eaten there for a business dinner, and he had come home singing his praises to Chiura in hopes that she would give it a try. "You'll love it!" He had exclaimed; the portions were massive and the food was decently priced for how much you got and how good it was. For a girl like Chiura, who had a bad habit of eating an entire fridge's worth of food in one sitting, it sounded like the perfect treat -- and so the girl had gone to try it out. It was meant to be a sort of self-celebration; a special treat to reward herself for attaining her goal of entering U.A.
Sadly, her father had conveniently left out a crucial detail. Ryuusei was, after all, rather small relative to its success -- and the closely-stacked tables and chairs did not exactly allow easy purchase for a massive, serpentine woman.
Chiura's cheeks burned fiercely as she pushed her way through the establishment, a sputtered word of apology offered to the elderly couple who nearly found their table upended by an errant flick of the end of Chiura's muscular tail. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry! Please, excuse me," she said, bowing repeatedly from the waist as she attempted to navigate her way towards the very back of the room.
"Maybe this was a mistake, she grimaced, shaking her head as she came to the foyer proper. The little sign said to wait to be seated; somehow, Chiura thought she would likely be turned away at the door. Hard to 'seat' a woman who needed to coil around something just to be comfortable, after all, and while most establishments made an effort to be quirk friendly this was likely to be a bridge too far. It would not be the first time such had happened; Chiura had been denied entry to her fair share of restaurants merely because of her size and length.
The podium was, for now, unoccupied. Chiura curled her tail beneath her as best she could, arms crossed under her chest as she hugged her hoodie close to her. Behind her right shoulder, she heard a young child chattering about the snake monster in the restaurant. Chiura grimaced and did her best to tune them out.
Tyrodin Borimir
Sadly, her father had conveniently left out a crucial detail. Ryuusei was, after all, rather small relative to its success -- and the closely-stacked tables and chairs did not exactly allow easy purchase for a massive, serpentine woman.
Chiura's cheeks burned fiercely as she pushed her way through the establishment, a sputtered word of apology offered to the elderly couple who nearly found their table upended by an errant flick of the end of Chiura's muscular tail. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry! Please, excuse me," she said, bowing repeatedly from the waist as she attempted to navigate her way towards the very back of the room.
"Maybe this was a mistake, she grimaced, shaking her head as she came to the foyer proper. The little sign said to wait to be seated; somehow, Chiura thought she would likely be turned away at the door. Hard to 'seat' a woman who needed to coil around something just to be comfortable, after all, and while most establishments made an effort to be quirk friendly this was likely to be a bridge too far. It would not be the first time such had happened; Chiura had been denied entry to her fair share of restaurants merely because of her size and length.
The podium was, for now, unoccupied. Chiura curled her tail beneath her as best she could, arms crossed under her chest as she hugged her hoodie close to her. Behind her right shoulder, she heard a young child chattering about the snake monster in the restaurant. Chiura grimaced and did her best to tune them out.
Tyrodin Borimir