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Post by Kane on Oct 10, 2021 10:31:49 GMT -5
The Demonic Android sat on the edge of a large pier, a fishing pole in one hand and a box of food that was called a 'bento' by the person he had purchased it from in the other. He had commandeered a good sized fishing chair that was set up at the end of the dock, unused, and while it was a little small, he still was able to sit in it pretty comfortably, his tail sliding back and forth on the wooden dock behind him. He had put on his white button-up shirt and dress pants attire on, as well as picking up a baseball cap from another spot, his horns easily ripping a hole through the top of it and his hair barely allowing it to fit onto his head.
He stretched out his legs a little and leaned back into the chair a bit more, hearing it creak under his weight but still holding steady, after all, it was meant for people to fish it, it has to have some strength to it. While one hand held the pole in place, the line cast out into the sea, and the other held the box of food, Kane found himself a little lost for limbs, but only for a moment as two other seemed to sprout from the sides of his body, also gaining sleeves in the shirt. He passed the box down to the lower arm and pulled out the little wooden sticks he was given as well, snapping them in half as the directions on the packaging showed and fidgeting with them between his fingers, trying to get them to work just right.
And he broke them...
Well... at least he still could stab the food with them. With a bit of work and a bit of luck, Kane managed to get a decent chunk of food impaled on a single half chop stick and he popped it into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the taste as the two arms began working together, each holding one single half of a chop stick. Early mornings were the best time to go fishing, he was told by some random old man who had sold him the pole and pointed to the spot at the end of the pier, early bird catches the worm. Which was still a weird phrase to use when one was trying to catch fish with a worm on a large hook.
Either way, it was supposed to be relaxing. Right?
He stretched out his legs a little and leaned back into the chair a bit more, hearing it creak under his weight but still holding steady, after all, it was meant for people to fish it, it has to have some strength to it. While one hand held the pole in place, the line cast out into the sea, and the other held the box of food, Kane found himself a little lost for limbs, but only for a moment as two other seemed to sprout from the sides of his body, also gaining sleeves in the shirt. He passed the box down to the lower arm and pulled out the little wooden sticks he was given as well, snapping them in half as the directions on the packaging showed and fidgeting with them between his fingers, trying to get them to work just right.
And he broke them...
Well... at least he still could stab the food with them. With a bit of work and a bit of luck, Kane managed to get a decent chunk of food impaled on a single half chop stick and he popped it into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the taste as the two arms began working together, each holding one single half of a chop stick. Early mornings were the best time to go fishing, he was told by some random old man who had sold him the pole and pointed to the spot at the end of the pier, early bird catches the worm. Which was still a weird phrase to use when one was trying to catch fish with a worm on a large hook.
Either way, it was supposed to be relaxing. Right?
Power level: 11,400
Word count: 416
The girl would be walking down the pier, passing by various docks with a slight hop to her feet. Right between those hands of hers was a brown and salty pretzel, wrapped in a grease trapping paper back. She had been contemplating how things were going to work out ever since she arrived on this world. Admittedly, it turned out to be relatively easier to blend in then she had thought it would be. The planet being home to these animal creatures called zoanthropes or something of the likes. Whatever they were, the creatures made a lot less eyes turn her way. She never imagined the immigration process having been as lengthy as it was however, how long did it really take to simply accept what she presumed was but a flawless passport and papers. 
