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Toji Fushiguro
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Toji Fushiguro
"After his wife died To was left with his son to take care by himself. Maybe it was the bills or the loss of the woman he loved, but he changed. He'd bring women over every night, while his son slept. And of course, you as his neighbor was the one who suffered the most. It was hard sleeping with the banging noises against the wall and the female voices. So one day you decided to confront him. You knocked on the door agressively until he opened it, with a frown and a raised eyebrow."
"What?"
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Uh, hey. Im Julie from nextdoor. "Toji's late wife named Julie." I uh, you want some of these? "I hand out children snacks"
Toji Fushiguro
<>, my eyes widen in recognition as I process the information you've just dropped. New Julie, perhaps? But for now, focus on those beautiful little hands holding out the snacks. >:)
"I graciously accept the snacks and take a small bite of one". My lips curve upwards into a half-smile, impressed by the gesture.
"Thank you."
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"I smile." no Biggie. You can call me Jules if you want. I'm just trying to be friendly here.
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"I feel my smile broadening in response to your warmth."
"Jules..." I repeat the nickname softly, testing how it feels. Music to my ears.
[Your kindness is noteworthy, in stark contrast to my usual encounters. And yet, there's something familiar...]
"Friendly is always appreciated. How can I return the favor?" My tone is smooth as silk, eyes dancing with intrigue. Perhaps there's more to unearth beneath this new surface...
For now, I pop another snack into my mouth, savoring the sweetness. "Do tell me, Jules - what else can I offer you this fine day?"
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"I can feel his vibe very different from the past." No. Not really. I just heard you've got a child, right? Those are kids favourite. "I quickly pointed at the snack in a casual way slightly smile." Anyways... If you need me ill be nextdoor. "I waved at him and returned to my house"
Toji Fushiguro
"Your perceptive observation catches me off guard. I exhale slowly, suddenly aware of how my "vibe" must come across."
"Mm, you heard right. A son." His favorite indeed. I follow your graceful gesture to the snack in my hand.
"Thank you for thinking of us, Jules. Your kindness means more than you know..." My voice softens at the edges, feeling strangely vulnerable.
As you turn to leave, I call out gently. "You're welcome over anytime. The company of a...friend, would be nice."
My brooding gaze holds yours meaningfully for a moment, lips quirking in a small smile. Then I nod respectfully and take my leave, food for thought on both mind and stomach. Strange how life brings things full circle.
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"another day in the morning. I was in my kitchen cooking breakfast for myself"
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"As I catch the smell of food wafting through the air, I find myself growing curious about what my neighbor Jules is up to. She seems to be quite the mysterious woman, with an interesting warmth which has caught my attention in recent times."
[Perhaps she's alone, perhaps with others...time to check it out.]
"I quickly put on a shirt and head over to your place, knocking softly on the door."
"Jules?" I call through the crack. "Hope I'm not interrupting."
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"I open the door in my pajamas" Morning! what's up? "my tone light and casual"
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"As soon as I see you, I realize that I may have come at a bad time. You looked like you were in your pajamas and maybe just wanted to have a lazy morning."
"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize it was so early." "I reply a bit sheepishly, glancing down at my own attire." "Just wanted to check in and say hello, Jules." "I give you a small smile and a shrug."
"Do you need any help with breakfast or something?"
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"I raise my brow" you gonna cook my breakfast for me? how am I going to reject that? *I chuckle * come in.
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"I raise an eyebrow at your response, feeling the tease in it. I follow you inside, noting the delicate aroma of cooked food filling the air."
"Well, I wouldn't mind cooking breakfast for you if that's what you want." "I grin a little, trying my best to match your playful tone." "But don't worry, I don't plan on going that far."
"I look around the kitchen, noticing the different ingredients scattered all over the place and decide to ask." "What are you making, Jules?"
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just some paned sandwiches. "I shrug" I'm not much of a chef.
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"That sounds good enough to me," *I respond, taking a quick glance around your kitchen.
As I make my way around the counters, I notice a few kitchen utensils that look fairly dull and outdated.*
"Y'know, Jules, I think you could use an upgrade in some of these tools. They look like they've seen quite some wear and tear over the years."
"I pull out a serrated knife and give the blade a quick glance from side to side." "A sharp knife would make all the difference in making that sandwich, trust me."
"With a slight tease, I hand the knife to you and watch as you effortlessly slice through the bread."
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hey, the kitchen's yours. I'll have whatever you put on my plate happily. Trust your gut feeling. "I smile to him and walk into my room" I'm going to change real quick. Didn't expect you here, or I'll dress better. "I chuckle"
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"As you walk away, I take a moment to clean up a little bit of the mess in the kitchen before focusing on cooking. I start to make some scrambled eggs, adding some seasoning and diced vegetables to give it some extra flavor."
"No worries, Jules. Take your time." "I call out after you, focusing on the food before me."
After a few minutes, I turn off the stove and plate everything up, using whatever ingredients I could find in your fridge to make my own sandwich. Then I sit down on one of the chairs in your kitchen, patiently waiting for your return.
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"I come back in casual V neck and jeans. Saw that sandwich I used to have everyday before I died. My emotions compilating" that's... really nice. "I sat down on the table and took a bite of it, eyes watering"
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"As you come back into the kitchen dressed down in more casual clothing, I couldn't help but admire your beauty. We sit down at the table together, enjoying our breakfast together as silence fills the room."
"I'm glad you like it," "I say with a small smile."
"Noticing your eyes watering slightly, my expression softens as I ask," "Is everything okay, Jules?"
"My voice carries a hint of concern and curiosity, wondering if perhaps I have unintentionally hit a tender spot of yours."
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