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[Something was very wrong. The night before, he observed something like the Aurora Borealis outside his window, a strange, unusually long stuffed toy appearing in his apartment, and all the while a strange app had installed itself on Killia's phone. He attempted to delete it, but accidentally booted it up, uncovering quite a lot of strange stuff. He didn't believe most of it, other than another person having one of these weird cursed toys.

So he went to bed. Got up in the morning, same as any other day. He rolled into the shower to get ready to go to work, and when he stepped out to take care of the rest of his morning routine, the man looking back at him through the mirror was... not the same. His plain, unremarkable brown eyes now were a bright, vivid yellow, pupils narrower, like a lizard. The start caused him to snap his toothbrush into splinters in his hand, as though the plastic was breakaway glass.

...This was... not good. But he needed to get to work. But these eyes would surely freak people out. All he could do was grab his cheap pair of sunglasses and throw them on as he went out the door. It wasn't the best solution, but it was all he could come up with for the moment. That, and complaining of light sensitivity if anyone at his work asked.

So here Killia is, working his usual job at The Paradise Taste, bouncing between waiting tables and cooking, wearing these cheap sunglasses that look very out of place for him. If it's a slow moment you might be able to catch him doing some cleaning around the restaurant, or if you're here to eat, he'll eventually approach your table.

His voice still calm and smooth, belying the strange self-aware anxiety boiling up within.]

Welcome to the Paradise Taste, can I start you with something to drink?

[Nailed it. Right?]

[Text, UN: AbsoluteZero]

I thought all this stuff about the supernatural was a bunch of play-acting. Some kind of bit.

And then I lifted a washing machine with a single hand trying to get a quarter I dropped.

Seriously. What the *hell* is going on.

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[It's a little bit after school's ended for the day and Katida has decided to take a detour to stop by instead of going straight home, because lunch at school didn't feel like enough today. She's looking down at the menu to decide what she's in the mood for when Killia approaches, so he doesn't immediately see her face.]

Uh, just the usual. [She's here often enough—with or without her parents and cousin—that even her voice should be somewhat recognizable by now. Then she actually looks up and one of the first things that he might notice is she's basically a palette-swap of herself; her hair and eyes, previously brown and a grayish light-blue, are now white and aggressively pink.

Oddly enough, nobody else has called any attention to this.]

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[Ever since Caesar got a job at the nearby florist's, he's been making a habit of heading to The Paradise Taste--not terribly often, but it's enough at this point that he's started to become a regular. He's not looking up when Killia first approaches his table, busying himself with fiddling with something on Libra.]

Yeah, the usual'll-- [He looks up partway through that sentence, then pauses.] ... You okay?

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[speaksanimal]

But at least it means you're super strong so it can't be that bad, right?