Yay! This is a room for Kale and me to do a private roleplay in! I hope the name is okay.. :sweat:

Anyways, on to the game!!! >_> Let's think one up!

OH! I should probably warn in the first post anyone wandering in, this is a BL game! Boy luvv!! XD If you no wanna read, please press the back button! If you do.. well.. enjoy!

*stretches out a picnic blanket and declares this space for future stuffs!!*

Profile!

Name: Emmett Dover
Age: 23
Job: Pastry Chef

Weight: 146 lbs
Height: 5'11
Hair: Raven black, long enough to come down over his face though his hair is always neatly parted in the middle and combed to the sides. It's thick and full with a slight wave.
Eyes: Striking pale blue
Clothes: Inside the bakery he is always wearing white pants, a white chef shirt, and can sometimes be found in aprons when in the middle of something. Outside he doesn't dress conservatively nor eccentric.. Em's style is rather boring. He likes t-shirts and jeans, and doesn't think much about accessories.

Bio: Emmett is the head pastry chef and owner of Unwind Cafe, a local hangout of the high schoolers mainly because it is less than a block from their front gates. Not much is known about the chef except he can always be seen with a smile in the shop, creates works of art as much as tasty treats, gently turns down all date offers from the high school girls who have formed a fan group for him, and can be found on as well as off campus.. because his elder brother is Principal.. a man who can be described as having a black heart and enjoys punishments and torture.

Wonderful name.. o.O -glomps it as she claims her space-
XD

Profile:

Name:Ryu Stevens
Age: 16
Job: Highschool - Grade 11.

Weight: 110lbs
Height: 5'3"
Hair: A dark pink with bleached white roots. (Similar to this: http://mikeinel.deviantart.com/art/Toy-79330882 - Same length and style)
Eyes: Grey
Clothes: Dresses very revealing in punk style clothing. Usually in a black tank that cuts off above his belly button and tight black hip-huggers that looks like they should be girl pants, over the tank he wore a pink vest. On one arm is a fish net arm sock and the other a spiked wrist band, around his neck was a matching collar. He wore knee high boots above the pants with pink laces matching his vest. wears dark eyeliner and black lipstick accented with pink.

Bio: Although the way he dresses is eccentric and generally would scare people into thinking he's emo and not at all friendly he's quite the opposite. He's very friendly once you get to know him, but he's very quiet to begin with and somewhat shy.

He lives with his parents who try to support his fashion style but don't seem to get the way he dresses and think it's just some sort of phase. They often question him where he's going thinking he's going out to commit suicide, do drugs and drink though not particularly in that order.

Do you want to put up character bios or just go with the flow? That seems to be the case in all my games here. lol. Going wit teh flow. Using your Pinky Punk? Hmm.. I'm wondering if I should do a teacher or not. Teacher and student is so overdone.. yet it makes it easier for them to meet. XD What shall I do?

NM. lol. I decided myself.

The pink punk, the loner, the loser.. he's heard it all before coming out of other students mouths. He was hardly one to stand out, cause trouble or do anything that was remotely against the law. Many figured he had because of the way he dressed in all black with a mixture of pink to highlight his dual toned hair. In reality he was shy and looking for a friend, something he only had when he was young and normal and definitely before he moved to the new part of the city.

Ryu ignored all this though, he was certainly above all the teasing administered to him and still tried to befriend the bullies that had beat him so for being very different. He kept everything to himself and the best time of his day was the end of school when he could head to the pastry shop and sit in the back corner as he rolled his eyes at the girls who fawned over the owner.

It was the end of the school day already and he was already standing in line to buy his usual pastry and drink. The squealing of schoolgirls over the owner already began to give his tired head a headache.

Emmett came out from the back of the bakery through the pale blue door that led to his kitchen, carrying a glass tray lined with little strawberry tarts, each with a whipped cream swirl hat and sprinkle eyes. He gently slid them into the display case so their little eyes could peer out over the customers, and smiled slightly embarrassed when he caught a group of girls sitting nearby watching him and sighing with 'that look' on their faces again.

"Boss!! Hey boss, can you come over here! They won't let me serve them again!!" Emmett didn't run the shop alone, but he wouldn't hire school girls again after the last fiasco where his employee had tried to pin him in his own kitchen. A college student, a more level headed female sighed and gave her boss the usual annoyed look because those high school girls wouldn't let her take their orders again. Some gave in, but some would insist if Emmett were there that he'd take them. He moved over to the register and asked Lynne to go check on the cookies in the over while he took over, then smiled and helped the small pack of wolves.. er.. girls, get their favorite pastries.

As the line slowly moved forward, Ryu would finally find himself at the front face to face with the shop owner who always smiled. And that shop owner was sliding a little tray with Ryu's favorite pastry and a drink glass onto the counter between them. Had he noticed Ryu in the line? If he had or hadn't.. he knew Ryu's order by heart it seemed, he remembered him.

His blue eyes seemed to smile down at the pink haired male as he gently spoke. "That'll be $4.50.. I hope you have a good afternoon."

Ryu looked up when he realized that he was now the one in front of the line and found himself staring into those stunning blue eyes. No, he didn't fawn over the owner Emmett but he couldn't help but admit that he was relatively cute. That the man remember his order made Ryu even more appreciative.

He dug in his pocket for the five dollar bill he had begged off his parents but when he couldn't find anything other than a hole in his pocket he stared in dismay at the counter. Blushing he remembered he had some change in his bag hoping it would be enough and he began to dig through it.

"Sorry.." Ryu mumbled to Emmett glancing up as he brought out that small change purse and upended it in his hand. He counted the change and stared at that flabbergasted that he was merely a dollar short.

"I guess .. I'll just take the pastry," Ryu said his afternoon already turning for the worst right after school.

Emmett smiled, but his look slowly turned to one of curiosity when Ryu started fishing around in his pockets. He blinked as the cute pinked haired boy dropped down into his bag, only to produce a little coin purse which of course produced a handful of coins.

"..."

Emmett stared down at the handful of coins and felt a prickle of pity.. the poor boy was paying like an elderly woman who liked to count out her pennies. His smile returnd and he leaned down closer.

"Now.. that won't do. I already have your drink right here, putting it away would be just too much effort. Why don't you pay me in a different way instead?"

Ryu had felt the burning gaze of everyone as he counted but he had ignored it even if some in line behind him had began to grumble about him taking so long. When he looked back up at the blued eyed man he was slightly abashed that he was one of the ones looking at him with pity. He nibbled his lip and only blinked when he suggested another method.

"You mean.. like washing dishes?" Ryu asked startled a moment his cheeks turning pink with a light blush. Now wouldn't that be another thing for the students to laugh at him about!!

Emmett didn't break a crack in his smile, it was plastered on so perfectly. but he was also aware there was a line of people that were growing impatient. "Something like that.. come back to the cafe at seven tonight." That's when they closed, Emmett wanted Ryu to come back at closing time.. to really wash dishes?? It sort of sounded like it.

"Allright then? Here you are!" Emmett pushed the tray towards Ryu sweetly, scooting the boy off to the side and started helping the next customer. He hadn't even given Ryu the opportunity to decline!

Ryu took the tray and carried it to his usual table after giving an odd look towards Emmett. However he supposed if he was washing dishes it was best to do it when no other students were around to make fun of him at the time. Ryu munched on his pastry ignoring the further giggles but seemed to join in with the girls this time watching the cute owner.

When he was finished he gathered his mess and thrown out what was garbage and brought to the front what was not. He made a point to put them down to hurry off without another word to Emmett. He was certain there'd be a lot to say at seven when he returned.


At 6:50 in the evening he found his way back to the pastry shop a little early having left the house with the excuse of heading for a quick trip to the library. It was a well used excuse and only sometimes it was true. He was glad his parents failed to realize that the library closed an hour ago.

The cafe wasn't buzzing as much with people as it was right after school got out. There were a few nearby business men enjoying a cup of coffee that the female worker finally was able to shuffle out. Lynne sighed returning to the counter and plucked together some things behind the register. She turned and yelled back towards the pale blue door as she closed up the bag she'd been stuffing. "Hey boss! I'm off now!"

She brushed back her brunette braid and headed for the door, blinking as Ryu was coming in when she was leaving. She gave the kid a smirk and paused to glance him over... then she had the tenacity to pat Ryu on the head with a grin. "Good luck kid." A wink with a giggle came next, and then she swept past him and out the door.

Just as she was gone the pale blue door swung open and that sweetly smiling pastry chef in his white chef outfit appeared to lock up the door. He glanced around the room and sighed with a little grin, heading towards Ryu and the door, though as he spoke he seemed to be more making a comment to the air itself as he walked past without a direct look or hello. "Ah, she left so quickly again.."

There was a click of the door's lock sliding into place, and the soft shuffling sound of the open sign being turned to read closed... then Ryu found himself alone and locked into the pastry chef's cafe, and the pale blue eyes had finally turned to face him.

"So you came after all, hmm?"

The shop looked oddly different when it wasn't packed with students but Ryu entered anyway and looked startled as the girl who worked there wish him luck. Gently he made sure she hadn't messed up his hair, patting it down with hesitant fingers.

Ryu waited patiently wondering why he would need luck. It wasn't as if the man would give him some dangerous job.. would he? He watched her as she disappeared wanting to ask her what she meant, but Emmett had already appeared and locked up.

"Well.. yeah," Ryu said in a shy voice looking up at Emmett. "You told me to do so.."

"Not every young man is so honest these days." Emmett chuckled lightly and leaned down a little closer. His icy blue eyes were barely blinking as they stared at Ryu's face, looking over every line and curve of it and the silence grew between them. Then suddenly his eyes flicked back up to gaze directly into Ryu's own shy eyes. Then the man smiled a little more as if there had been a joke there Ryu had missed.

"Mm.. well I'm glad you came. I've been wanting to do this to you for awhile now, but you always hide yourself away in that silly corner.. I need to put a lamp over there."

Emmett chuckled lightly to himself and took Ryu by the arm, guiding him around the counter and towards the pale blue door that no student got to go behind. It went to his wonderful stainless steel kitchen where he created all his masterpieces. But this kitchen was more than a simply stainless steel pastry room, it was bright and colorful and everywhere it smelled like vanilla at the moment.

Emmett led Ryu towards a cleared table top rather than a mop or pile of dirty dishes and smiled down at him again, looking at his face so closely. His voice hushed slightly as he reached up and touched the edge of Ryu's cheek, a finger caressing down it. "Tonight.. I want to make you my new dessert..."

Ryu shifted under Emmett's gaze wondering what the hell the older man was even looking at so intently? Did he have a zit that the man wanted to look at at every angle? His cheeks had begun to turn a light pink under that intense gaze but as Emmett stopped Ryu got rather confused? Make him do dishes for a while? However did that make sense? Was he that behind?

Ryu followed Emmett rather hesitantly even while forced along by that hand on his arm. He'd begun to feel uncomfortable in his presence and more than a normal shy would with an almost complete stranger. His eyes though did look around that stainless steel kitchen his curiosity about where such delicious pastries were made allowed him to forget his anxiousness for a moment.

That is until he felt Emmett's fingers on his cheek. His gray eyes darted back to stare wide eyed into Emmett's ice blue eyes.

"Wh-what?" Ryu stammered startled. His mind jumped between two meanings at once about what the man could have meant. Only one made sense in his mind.. "Y-you mean.. you make pastries with human meat?! You're a cannibal?"

Ryu's mind raced startled into thinking things that truly made no sense. The second option seemed rather absurd to him so he hadn't thought that it would be possible!!

((>.> Sweeney Todd for the win!! xD))

Emmett's blue gaze widened slightly at the absurd idea that he was going to turn Ryu into meat pies. He leaned back and slowly bit his lower lip, his brows furrowing back in a look that showed he was trying really hard not to laugh. He had to cover his mouth and turn his face away a little, the amused chuckles sifting out from between his fingers.

"Oh my! You are a silly one! No no.. I'm not going to use your meat to make pies! I only want to make you my dessert... and in a way that will bring no harm to you." He looked back to Ryu and brought his hand down, the chuckle crinkling up his gentle eyes. Emmett didn't have the looks of a vicious person, he always smiled so endearingly as he was now.

"You still owe me for the pastry and drink this afternoon, hmm? And you promised to help me tonight? This is what I want for payment. Now.. are you going to be a good boy and sit here and let me have my way with you?" He said that almost too sweetly and nice, it sounded like it should be seductive.. but at the same time Emmett didn't really sound like he was trying to be. But that smile was there, and those eyes looking over Ryu's face again, reaching out to touch a bit of his pink hair curiously.

((eee! nu sweeney todd! XD ))

Ryu's cheeks turned even redder as Emmett laughed at him even if Ryu could tell that the older man was trying hard not to. It had made more sense in his mind than the sexual aspect that jumped to his mind. Ryu was only sixteen, yes sex was on his mind at times and yes he was gay but he hardly imagined doing so with an older man!

It became apparent though that this seemed to be what Emmett did want and Ryu stumbled back a bit startled more than he had been able the cannibal aspect of his thoughts. How this made sense Ryu didn't even try to guess. He stared at Emmett though his uneasiness about the man showing. Whoever would have thought the man had a thing for younger boys?

"Uh.. I.." Ryu stammered trying to think of something to get himself out of it. Nothing came to mind though.

Those ice blue eyes crinkled up sweetly again as Ryu stumbled back, this strange white and pink haired boy was just so cute! He hadn't expected it, but he liked it. "Come on now, a promise is a promise, and the sooner you let me get started the sooner you can go home! Hmm.. do you have a curfew?"

Emmett asked curiously and scooted a little stool out more from under the tables edge where it had been against the shelves beneath to be out of the way. He gave Ryu the sweet smile again, and patted the top of it. "Just right here will do nicely.. you know I noticed you the first time you came into my cafe. You always looked so.. hmm.."

Emmett seemed to be pondering over the word he wanted as he turned away from Ryu and walked around the table to the near wall. There he plucked up a balled up cloth from the counter that turned out to be a checkered light blue and black apron with a three little chickies in a row on the front. He tied it around his waist as he still made humming noises to himself.

"You looked.. you looked like a rare fruit, growing on a vine it shouldn't be.. and I just wanted to pluck it and eat it so much." Emmett gave a little chuckle and started pulling things out from his shelves and putting them on the counter infront of where he'd asked Ryu to sit. A bag of sugar, eggs, a large mixing bowl, whisk... all the things one might need to bake a cake or some cookies.

"I've decided on your flavor.. from the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted to try making it.. OH! Did I explain myself?" He gave a chuckle and turned to smile directly at Ryu. "I don't remember if I did.. I always have muses for the new pastries I make.. and I've wanted you as my muse for a long time."

"Ah.. well.. not really," Ryu replied with a hesitant smile. In reality he did but even if he missed curfew his parents didn't care or punish him for being late so he never truly took it in consideration. Though now he wished he used it as an excuse to get out of there!

Ryu sat down on the stool obediently even though hesitantly. His eyes never left Emmett but his hands fiddled upon his lap looking as if he was going to be punished. He watched Emmett pull things from the shelves and listened to him in silence.

Emmett was always the quiet one when he was busy at the shop, getting attacked with orders and questions left and right. But now that Ryu had him to himself all alone, Emmett seemed to be the chatterbox. He kept looking up at Ryu and smiling before back down to whatever he was doing. He was measuring powders and liquids out of bags and bottles, tossing this here and folding that in there. And the whole time he spoke with a rather boyent gait to his gentle voice.

"I must say, you are taking this very professional. Have you been someone's inspiration before? Or perhaps you've sat for a painting or sculpture? I'm sure any artist would love to get their hands on your pretty face.. I consider myself an artist as well. What do you think, do you think pastry making is art? I've been told before it's just 'baking bread'.. heh, but I really think there is an art to it.."

Emmett cracked three eggs into the bowl, each one with one hand one at a time, fluidly moving with skill. He snatched up the whisk and started whipping his forming batter until it meringued with soft peeks, then went in something else, a rich dark powder being folded into the batter.

"The tastes have to mold perfectly together.. it takes skill to decide what should be matched together.. and just how much of each will make the perfect paring of flavors. You'd be surprised what odd pairings make the sweetest flavors. Hmm.." Emmett paused in measuring something out and considered Ryu sitting there for a moment. The boy had been quiet for a long time, and he looked rather nervous.

Emmett looked his face over, then broke out into a soft laugh. "I usually dont' have such a quiet audience.. penny for your thoughts?"

Ryu watched Emmett work rather startled that Emmett was indeed actually making a dessert rather than.. well.. having him as a dessert for a day well spent. He sort of relaxed as Emmett talked finding that he must have misunderstood Emmett in some way. When Emmett turned the conversation to him though he blushed.

"Ah.. I'm sorry," Ryu said trying to remember half the things Emmett had seemed to be rambling about. He had been lost in his head about worries and then the realization that he'd misunderstood Emmett's intentions in the first place. Though he had been listening and taking ease from his voice he failed to actually listen to understand anything he was saying.

"I .. well I had misunderstood you in the beginning.. and failed to realize exactly what you were saying all this time.." Ryu said truthfully hoping the older man wouldn't ask what he had thought as a misunderstanding. The thought that he would in itself made his cheeks pink again. He hated how he blushed so easily.

Ryu picked up a little shaker and watched the shy boy squirm nervously on the stool. He had asked Ryu to come sit with him and be his muse when they were all alone in the shop.. had he really made the boy that nervous? Now he was the one feeling embarrassed, though he didn't change any colors for it.

"I apologize, I sometimes forget to make all my intentions known.. once I have them determined in my head." He smiled gently at the boy again, his eyes roaming those pink cheeks.. it gave him such a cute idea and he sprinkled together a few more things before he began scooping the batter into mini bunt pans.

"Now that I think more.. I couldn't talk to you long in line today.. I've been watching you for some time. I'm Emmett Dover, owner of this establishment.. it's a pleasure to meet you.. your name?" Emmett didn't think through that watching the young boy didn't constitute actually meeting him, but now that he did he was beginning to understand Ryu. He didn't need to be told what might have been on the boys mind.

"Oh gods! You think I'm a creepy old man don't you! You must think I'm ancient and weird asking you to meet me alone!" The young chef swooned and put the back of his hand to his forehead, which got batter dripping from the bag he was holding down onto his cheek.

"Well.. not ancient," Ryu replied with a giggle. "Well.. you don't look that old.

Ryu had again listened to Emmett ramble on in nervous silence taking Emmet's ramblings in stride. He'd never been around one who liked to talk so much, but he supposed it balanced out the fact that he talked very little. His antics were rather amusing to laugh at as well.

"I'm Ryu Stevens though.." Ryu replied to the question he'd been asked earlier. Grey eyes continued to watch that pretty face even with batter on one cheek in amusement instead of the nervous fear of earlier.

"Ryu?" The tall chef repeated the name softly on his lips and let his hand fall down, smiling again at the pink haired boy on the stool in front of him. It was nice to know he didn't look ancient, though come to think of it as he looked at Ryu more.. he appeared to be kind of young. He wondered what grade he was in, suddenly. "That's a pretty name. Tell me Ryu, how old are you?"

Emmett turned away only to slide the bunt tray from the counter top into one of the ovens that was on, then he grabbed up a cute egg timer with kitty ears and a face from the table and set the clock for fifteen minutes.

When he looked up his blue eyes were tracing over Ryu's face again. "Tell me.. what's your favorite flavor?"


(i know we said Ryu had a usual pastry.. but what is it? ^_^; )

"I'm sixteen," Ryu replied quirking his eyebrow, and not wanting to be merely on the interrogation side of the stick he gave a shrug. "And you?"

He figured it couldn't be rude to ask since Emmett had asked first. Ryu watched Emmett slide in the tray. Now that he wasn't so scared of the older man he grew curious instead, and as he thought about it was sorta attracted to Emmett anyhow - though that didn't mean he wished for what he feared earlier to actually happen anyhow.

"Favorite flavor?" Ryu asked in a curious tone. He didn't quite know himself too well, he enjoyed a lot of things. "I suppose strawberry."

((Nanaimo bar. <3))