Bear In The Bird's Cage

Yoshiro sat at a table,to where she can look at Sally. "Yeah...He acts like a kid still,though.He turned 18 a while ago,and it's been his dream to come here." Normally,she didnt want to talk about Conza,but she felt safe with Sally.Hopefully,her speaking didnt bother Sally. "I hope he's doing okay..."

Sally set at the other end of the table, dividing the stack in half, one for herself, and one for Yoshiro. Providing silver ware and milk, the grizzly grappler would smother her pancakes in syrup, two healthy dabs of butter on top of them for good measure. "Really, his dream to come here? Well, I'm sure he's prepared..." She takes a bite and swallows, drowning the food down with a draught of milk. "...On the other hand, those girls at Tension are pretty crazy. Or so I hear. Not that the ones here are too much better... but heck, Yoshiro, I'm sure your man is doing fine! You going to head down there to surprise him with a visit or something?"

When the food was set down,oh boy! Yoshiro dived in to the food.In between two mouthfuls,she gave a smile,followed by a laugh.She swallowed what was in her mouth and spoke. "Actually...He--" She paused. "He has a mental fear of women.He took the risks by coming here.I just hope he does fine,last I heard,he's in his first match." She took another healthy mouthful.

"...He has a fear of women? And he's wrestling in tension!? That... sounds like... the worst place a man with a fear of woman could possibly be." Sally stutters, staring at Yoshiro, fork laden down with pancake hanging an inch from her lips.

"I told him not to,but that boy is headstrong." Yoshiro laughed,eating another forkful. "You seem to be very surprised.I guess most people would be."

"...You sure? Well, OK." Sally murmurs, continuing to chow down on the tasty, tasty pancakes. "I hope he's doin' OK, though... but, I'm glad that he's living his dream. Not many people get to do that!" She swallows the last bite of pancake, washing the last of it down with another swig of milk. Pausing, the grizzly grappler turned and looked at the clock - and was surprised to see how late it was already. "Only an hour until twelve, Miss Yoshiro." Sally spoke, turning and looking at Onamy. "I won't be your slave for much longer!"

Yoshiro had to undo what she said."Well,Im not all that sure.I wouldnt be surprised myself if he lost every damn match here,and neither would he." She also finishes her stack of pancakes. "Those were the best pancakes I've had in a while! Thank you!" When told about the time,Yoshiro looked at the clock as well. "Ah...Well,what would you like to do now,for the last hour?"

Sally muses for a moment... then smiles. "I dunno... wanna play video games or somethin'?" Standing, she cleans up the dishes, heading towards the back of the bar to wash them up!

"Actually.C-Can we go see your room again? I--" Yoshiro stopped,realizing how odd she sounded.A light blush ran across her face and she laughs nervously.She also stood up and brushed herself off.

Sally smiles. "You're the boss, Yoshiro! You wanna head to my room, we'll head to the room!" Taking Yoshiro's plate as well, Sally puts them in the sink - she'll get them later~ - and trots into her comfortable room, holding the door open for her mistress. "What do you want to do here?"