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"Come have a treat!" - Gen Bashiro

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Verses:	Crime, Mafia, BL, Obsession, Dead Dove
Playbys:	Sociopath
Length:	Multi Para, Novella, Para
Genre:	Action, Fantasy, Horror, Mystery, Open, Thriller/Suspense,
Member Since:	June 10, 2024

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G.Bashiro.

Trigger Warning.Trigger Warning.Trigger Warning.

Name: Gen Bashiro
Age: 28
Orientation: Pansexul
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 Lbs
Species: Human
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Race: German/Japanese
Build: Athletic Slim
Career: FT Drug Dealer/ PT Cafe Owner
Mafia Affiliation: Shinoda Clan
Bashiro Traits: Psychopath, Inflated Ego, Flirtatious, Obsession with Muses, Outwardly Kind, Murderous-Intent, Objective-Driven, Deceptive, Curious, Discreet.
Specialty: Gunmanship; Long Range, Torture Techniques, Facial Analysis, Hand-to-Hand Combat

Gen, the unassuming pastry chef, led a double life. Behind the facade of his patisserie, he concealed an operation. Gen sets up a Bakery Cafe with the 'inheritance' of his parents who passed away during a successful hit. Lurking in the storage room is a flour sack containing a hidden compartment - a secret distribution center for a potent psycho drug known as 'Zenith/Z'. A powdery red substance code-named "Red Velvet". In plain sight, Gen welcomes all into his bakery. His kind disposition is nothing more than open arms, but don't be fooled by his soft aura. Working as the Mafia's top seller comes at a price.

Author Notes:
1. Story-Driven Writer
2. Detail Oriented
3. Multi-Para+ Please
4. Patience

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ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴊᴏᴇ

Jun 26th 2024 - 7:48 PM

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It touched his tongue, and his shoulders lifted, closing his mouth around the spoon like a damn hippo taking the first chomp. Gen slid the spoon free; Rusty kept his eyes closed. Oh, he could taste the sweet, creamy cheesecake. The strawberries were lovely, too, but in the reduction sauce, it was less than the cheesecake. A fine compliment to it, so all the notes could be hit as the flavors rolled over his tongue. He hummed softly, damn near purred!

"Now, that's somethin'....holy smokes!" He exclaimed happily as Gen had already begun preparing the next bite. Though he held, I tout tentatively, awaiting an answer to his question. Rusty blinked and tilted his head. Just what was he going to hire him for? While he was a jack of all trades, he couldn't imagine what such a successful person could want of him.

"I'm sure I can squeeze ya into ma schedule! Sho'nuff!" He nodded eagerly, leaning forward with his eyes closed for the next bite. He opened a single eye, peering over to Gen.

"Just what sorta job is it?"

ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴊᴏᴇ

Jun 18th 2024 - 7:46 PM

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Chestnut hues widened, his brows raising from behind his dark shades. Rusty even took the chance lifting the shades up, they smushed the first bit of his greasy mohawk, strands hanging over them before he leaned forward. His eyes were locked on the plates. A deliciously fruity cheesecake, topped with those strawberries that he'd yearned for--they had a shiny coat, like they were even candied! It was like a work of art!

Only when Bashiro's voice rang out did he realize he'd been staring, probably drooling too! He snorted a laugh. "I go where da breeze takes me." A shrug of his shoulders. Not to far from the truth. "I ain't even got ma' rubby slippas'. " He was far from home, not Kansa, but Mississippi. A sh*t-creek town with sh*t-creek folk that had sh*t-creek kids; a viicious cycle, really.

The tips of his ears ignited again, unsure of just what Bashiro was saying...but he did know what he was saying. "I ain't neva' been fed 'fore...least not since I was diapers." Rusty said, his lanky limbs hanging over the small table for the two. "Ya sh*ttin' me." A touch of defense in his tone. So, he was saying that he could close his eyes and it would elevate his taste buds? That the delectable treet wuld be even more delicious on his tongue? It sounded made up, it sounded like a joke--but....The scowl softened when he only saw the gentle look from Bashiro, tilting his head. A brief scratch to the scratchy scruff at his chin.

"...Alrightie." He conceded, leaning forwad and closing his eyes, mouth open--a gold tooth visible, a molar.

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Jun 26th 2024 - 3:34 PM

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Gen grinned after taking a scoop of the chilled creasy dessert and gently placing the spoon into Rusty's mouth, scooping it back near his front teeth to indicate it was time to close his lips around the plastic hilt. He pulled the spoon slowly and set it down on the plate, "Well? What do ya think?" Curious of how the other enjoyed the flavor with his eyes closed, would it be an explosion of sweetness or a subtle cradle of creamy sourness from the strawberries? Gen bent his torso over the counter with both elbows propped on the hard surface, holding his head up by the cheeks with both hands. A smile on his face, excitement of the other's expression. It wouldn't be too long before he opened his eyes asking for another bite.

"Hey Rusty, you say you're in town doing off jobs. Are you available for pay if I hire ya for a job?" A curious question to ask, he looked like the type who'd get the job done no matter what it took and he needed someone to run the flour sack load to its new destination. New men were on their way but Gen needed the product moved soon to avoid any singular location from being suspicious. He'd hate to have to move it all by himself after a long morning shift at the cafe. "I'd pay a handsome fee, for both your silence and labor."

ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴊᴏᴇ

Jun 16th 2024 - 6:51 PM

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"Aw shucks! Where ma' manners?" He said, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck. "Da name's Rusty; it's a pleasure ta' make ya acquaintance." The other male stood up from the register; they were the same height, and he could see that he appeared like a polite, younger man! He blinked, taken aback--to accomplish owning a place like this was some feat! Especially since, at his young age, Rusty still had trouble staying in one location for too long. "Bashiro, is fine?" He asked, a tilt of his head. With his Southern drawl, it was like he was calling him BAA-she-ro.

It seemed he had come to the right place to pick up a dessert, which blew his mind. Gen Bashiro was skilled, able to ask many questions to bring up and narrow just what he could want. The tips of his ears darkened at the devious giggle from the man before him; he hadn't thought to have been caught nearly drooling over some sweets. With the very creator right there, no mind! "I ain't neva' think dat deep int it..." Mama liked strawberries. The juicy, red fruit was small and dainty--like her, but packed a punch of refreshing flavor. He had memories of her plucking them fresh from the little garden she had in the back, one of the rare joys in her life, and her coming back to their trailer with a small basket of them. He remembered helping her clean them and trying to sneak a few along with her, nearly finishing the basket from the evening. Good memories. Fading...memories.

His brows raised when he was offered even one for free if he disclosed why he was in town. A snort of a laugh from his part, like a little piggie, his callused hand took the plate into his. A chilled cheesecake, it seem, gingerbread crumb perfectly laid, a thick sauce of strawberry, and then three small strawberries along the crust--it looked like a picture! Rusty had picked up the fork, but his face was distressed. "I...barely wanna ruin it." It looked so good!

"Oh, I'm here fa' work....I travel and do odd jobs, s'why I'm here." He said with a firm nod. " 'Til the breeze takes me." It was easier t speak like he was wandering from job to job, not that...he tended to do far more criminal things then his kind nature perceived.

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Jun 16th 2024 - 5:15 PM

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Basically, he has his face pressed up against the glass, eyeing the intricately decorated pastries on display.
"Whoa...it look like it could break if I touch it or sumin'..." A low whistle past chapped lips, color him impressed.

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Jun 16th 2024 - 5:42 PM

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Bashiro leaned over the cash register table, his hips pushed back towards the coffee machines. A criminal smile was etched on him while gazing down at the guest's childlike nature, "Don't let them deceive you, they're sturdier than you give them credit for." The tempo'd whistle gave his ego a gentle stroke. The stranger must've liked what he saw, "What flavor tickles your fancy for today's visit?"

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Jun 16th 2024 - 6:02 PM

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Rusty nearly jumped out of his skin, lurching back and taking two steps back before he calmed himself again. Sheepish smile. Like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "...Ah! I ain't...notice ya quite yet, sorry 'bout da glass." There is a small smudge on the surface of it, but nothing detrimental. "I reckon ya work hard on'em; I can tell just by lookin'." Chestnut's eyes glanced back over his shoulder at the cases of delicious treats.

A flush to his face, a touch of red on his ears--one was torn slightly. "OH! I was...I was actually lookin' for somethin' wit' the taste of strawberries! Since it's Summer time!" Obviously not because he'd driven by in his face, nearly lured by the smell, and had promised himself that once his next job was done, he would stop by for whatever slice of Heaven was here.

"I reckon ya got somethin' like dat..."