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He'd put off making a decision.

What did Katsuya think would change in the time he waited? His brother wasn't coming back. His job was more of the same. And his personal life...as devoid as it had been. At this rate, he was making excuses to not do something that would give him happiness.

But Radio had kept offering. Kept insisting she was sincere about the opportunity. And the prospect was thrilling. Opening a bakery in the Nexus? Being able to do what he loved daily? Why would he not want to? Other than the cynicism that something was bound to go wrong because these things never work out for him, that is.

He's wanted to say yes since the moment Radio offered. So he sends her a text, finally. It's simple, short, and concise.

If the offer is still open, I am interested.

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Date: 2016-04-13 11:06 pm (UTC)
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Now there's a text Radio hadn't expected to come. Had she hoped for it? Not-so-secretly, yes. Had she already told strangers that she was going to open up a business with a policeman-turned-monster-hunter? That's classified. Does she smile when she reads that text? Definitely.

But it wouldn't be her style to reply immediately. She allows the message to sit a while. Not long, certainly not longer than a half an hour. Just long enough to let Katsuya wait, to appear aloof, less desperate.

The offer was always open for you, Katsuya. I'm pleased you've finally taken it up. We should meet. Your place, mine, or somewhere neutral?

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Date: 2016-04-14 03:08 pm (UTC)
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Of course we can. I know a place to grab a nice drink on the go downtown. We can walk and talk, consider our options.

A follow-up text gives the coordinates of a place in the Nexus. Turns out it's a little metal shack on wheels barely large enough for its occupant, a three-eyed woman with lovely, plum-colored skin. Radio, dressed in a red sweater, black pants, and heels, is waiting nearby, casually chatting up the server as she makes drinks for other customers that come and go without any fanfare. She pretends not to scan the crowd to catch sight of Katsuya, but now and then her bright blue eyes glance across the area.

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Date: 2016-05-02 04:01 pm (UTC)
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Radio smiles like she's in on a private joke when she sees Katsuya. Look at him. Look at how happy he is.

"I was happy to wait. It's why I came too early," she answers immediately. She's got a drink from the stand to offer him, something purple and carbonated that she hands over as soon as he's in arm's reach.

"It tastes like starfruit. Well. That's what she says. I've never had a starfruit. It's kind of like the smell of flowers, if you ask me."

With that said she takes a sip of her own drink, which helps to keep her from smiling any more. Katsuya can't think she's too excited about this. It spoils her mystique.

"Have you had any thoughts? Off the top of your head, what's on your mind regarding our business deal, Kitkat?"

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Date: 2016-05-12 04:42 pm (UTC)
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"You've wanted this for so long and never got around to it? Katsuya, you really need to learn to allow yourself to do what pleases you." She pauses just long enough to wink before continuing. "It's how I live my life, and let me tell you... Never a dull day. Let's consider this the first step on the path to the new, free you, and we'll work from there, okay?"

Then she nods, sips her own drink, and says, "I am eager to run my own business. It's been years since I managed something like this. Managing people is fine, managing funds are fine... But it's better when I get to do the two at once."

She looks him over and with a smile asks, "So will you be a manager, or a baker, or both?"

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Date: 2016-05-24 03:56 pm (UTC)
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"Hiring a chef," Radio says, nodding her head. She takes another sip of her drink and comes up smiling. "I think that sounds like a good idea, but I also think the Nexus is a big place. Unless you've got someone in mind, that means we're going to have to do our part to bring bakers to us. A cupcake casting call, if you will. But... You brought up the subject, and that suggests, to me, that you might have someone in mind. Do you?"

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Date: 2016-06-10 07:45 pm (UTC)
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"A bear? Katsuya, the scandal!" Radio clutches at imaginary pearls.

...And then she winks.

With a gentle tilt of her head she says, "I've met Ice Bear. Or... An Ice Bear. I'm sure there are a lot of them around here. But let me see if I can put the pieces together: He speaks in third person, he offered me cookies when I first met him, and he's a massive polar bear. Does any of that sound about right? I'm curious, though, how the two of you met. Baking convention? Skating rink?"

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Date: 2016-06-14 04:31 pm (UTC)
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"Listen to you... Feeding lost children, befriending everyone..."

Radio leans backwards to try and get a look at Katsuya's back, then looks up just above his head with a skeptical expression.

"Sorry, don't mind me," she says casually. "I'm just looking for your wings and halo, because you must be some kind of angel. Are we going to have to name the bakery 'Saint Katsuya's Cookie Hospital'?"

She swats at him playfully with the back of her hand and, smiling slightly, asks in a calm and quiet tone, "What were you thinking of calling your very own bakery? You must have some idea..."

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Date: 2016-06-20 04:37 pm (UTC)
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Ohhh Katsuya, there you go, flaunting the marvelous things you've done. Radio's eyebrows rise just slightly... Just enough to show that she's so impressed she has to try to hide it. It wouldn't do for Katsuya to see too much genuine awe and enthusiasm from her, after all.

"It would need to be catching," she agrees, because that's a safe direction for the conversation to go. "And I don't think it would be out of line for it to have your name in the title, or someplace important to you. Now, I know this is a scary suggestion, but bear with me here... Think about yourself. Think about some thing, some place, or some person that means something to you... And we'll see if we can't make an inspired name out of that. If nothing else, a working title."

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Date: 2016-07-06 05:29 pm (UTC)
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"Friendship... Special bonds..."

Radio tilts her head and stares off into the distance as she considers these things. She has such deep experience in both those fields, surely she should be immediately inspired with a name for the bakery. And yet here she is, thoughtless, vacant, staring...

"Oh!" she suddenly exclaims, and with it comes the Grinchiest of grins. She points a finger toward the sky and says, "We'll open the bakery without a name and convince people to come in by letting them suggest a name! After they've bought something, of course. One pastry, one entry. It's community-building, Katsuya! Simple customer relations. People. Will. Love it.

"But what do you think about it?"

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Date: 2016-07-10 12:16 am (UTC)
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Katsuya's last comment catches Radio just as she was about to put her mouth to her drink. She whispers a laugh into the rim of the cup and tilts her head at him in an amused, knowing way.

"People will try, Katsuya," she assures him. "The key is not letting them succeed. After all, at the end of the day, it is your bakery." Yes, keep reminding him of that daunting fact. Surely that'll take the edge off.

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