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[He's still taking in the absolute vaporwave nightmare the place is, his eyes trying to adjust to the fact that literally everything causes a glare on his glasses, when a blond makes a harried sprint toward him, grinning all the while. He stands a little straighter despite himself, and... fairly immediately finds himself further confused.]

[Fiesta? Also "dude" doesn't seem like the first turn of phrase he'd use-- but maybe this guy just talked that way. There's also a lot of words coming out of his mouth all at once, and while Tenya is used to that with Midoriya Izuku as a best friend, it still startles him from someone who looks to be at least somewhat older than them.]

[He stands very still and quiet for a few seconds after America's done, mostly to make sure he's done.]

Um-- yes, that's fine, but are you all right? It seems like it would be difficult to do so many tasks all at once.

_{[ America purses his lips when Tenya says something rather sensible-- something the normal person would agree on. ]}

Huh? Yeah.. I guess I didn't think of that.

_{[ A pause before he brightens, smiling cheerfully once more. ]}

Hahahaha! I'm a hero, though, so I can really do anything! You can count on me, square-dude! Go ahead and pick out any place you wanna sit and tell me what you want to drink and I'll be right over, got it?

[So very much just happened. For starters, America's said what may as well be the magic word to someone coming from where Iida does-- he called himself a Hero, in a relatively blase way that makes him wonder. Perhaps he had a quirk that allowed him to multitask more effectively? He could see how that would be very useful in a food service setting. He can't help but be mildly put off at being called "square-dude", but lets it slide outside of a brief frown, nodding.]

Um-- orange juice, if you have it, and is over here okay?

[He gestures to a nearby table-- table, specifically, because he always caught his engines on booth seats so he didn't really like them.]

Hahahaha, yeah! We're slower right now, so it's where ever you want! You can even eat in my office if you want!

_{[ ... ]}

Okay, maybe not that! But man, I love a good kid who wants his O-to-the-J. It's an underappreciated juice in my opinion, dude. Why the hell drink apples, when you can drink oranges, that are the same name as their color? Haha, wow. I just don't get it.

_{[ Sorry, Iida. He's been drinking coffee and cola combined in one cup for awhile now. ]}

Anyway, yeah, I'll just--

_{[ A pause. ]}

_{[ He completely bends over so he can get a better look at those engines in his legs and then straightens up his posture. It's very obvious what he's doing and he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, clearing his throat cause he's a bit shook but he's gonna remain calm. ]}

Uh. Hey, I don't know if you realized, but you have car parts in your legs.

_{[ He's going to remain calm for like 3 seconds. ]}

[He's so obviously spinning his wheels in an overcaffeinated haze Tenya is actually honestly concerned for him. He moves to pull one of the chairs away from the table he's selected, mostly just letting America ramble and nodding with a startled smile, until he bends in half to look at his engines.]

[Ah, yes. This he was used to, even at home.]

[He chuckles, clearing his throat.]

Not exactly, but I had definitely realized. I've had them since I was a toddler.

A toddler. Holy shit.

_{[ SLAMS HIS HANDS ON THE TABLE. He's way too excited about this. ]}

Oh my god! Was your mom a Porsche or something!? That is BALLER A-F!! Let me guess! It makes you go really, really, fast!!

[Was his mother... a Porsche...]

[His eyebrows just climb for space, and he nudges his glasses up on his nose, chuckling to overall ignore that question. He had to be being facetious. Right?]

I haven't measured my top speed in some time, but "really, really fast" is likely accurate, yes.

Wow! That's great!

_{[ He's getting really distracted by Tenya's awesome speedy legs that he's nearly forgets to get the poor boy his juice. ]}

Oh, right, hang on, lemme get your drink, okay?

_{[ He zips off, again with his playful little jog and comes back with the orange juice. This time, he invites himself to sit down cross from the other male. ]}

Can I... see you go really fast?

[Listen, he doesn't mind. He's not the sort to boast who he is or his abilities, but the Engines are definitely... weird and attention-grabbing, so if he's wearing shorts or has his pants rolled up they're bound to get someone's attention, and he's not about to forego an explanation.]

Oh-- sure, yes. [He'd almost forgotten, himself. He sits, and brightens when America sits across from him. For one, that meant he was taking a moment to actually sit, and the poor guy looked overcaffeinated and probably needed to take a rest, and for two, it meant conversation. Sue him, he likes talking to people.]

Certainly not inside your restaurant, but sometime when you aren't working, absolutely. [He'll even piggyback you while going really fast if you want.]

_{[ Don't encourage America to sue. He loves suing. ]}

Hmmm. Yeah, okay, that's valid, but it shouldn't be a problem to run around really fast in here. You know. If you had to. You know. If you were required to. You know, if it were really busy and you were a server here and had to help many people at once. It wouldn't be an issue. Hypothetically. Absolutely.

Anyway.

_{[ America folds his hands together on the table and gives Tenya his absolute "interview mode" posture, another warm smile on his face. ]}

I mean, you agree that providing prompt service to a customer would make them happier, right?

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[Okay maybe don't sue the sixteen year old who doesn't have a job yet. You won't get much but orange juice.]

[He blinks slowly, the statement "If you were required to" catching him off-guard. Was he being threatened? Of course then America continues, and the brief tension to Tenya's shoulders eases as he realizes he's just profiling him for a waitstaff position.]

[Wait, what?]

[He mirrors the motion of folding his hands together, though he folds them around the base of the glass of orange juice he's been provided with, slowly raising the straw to his lips and keeping perplexed eye contact as he takes a drink. He sets the glass back down before he answers.]

I'm sorry, am I being interviewed?

Pfffft, no.
_{[ ... ]}

Haha, okay, you are, but just a little!
_{[ A lot. ]}

I don't know. You just seem like a really good worker and cool guy. I could use someone like that around here!

_{[ Shut up, America. You're just interested in his productivity with those engine legs. ]}

[His ears turn pink.]

...Well it certainly does look like you could use some extra hands around here-- admittedly I wasn't prepared for a job interview when I walked in. I've never really had a formal job as of yet, I'm a student, but my work ethic in class is very good.

[Now he's trying to figure out how to ace an interview he never even signed up for. Engine legs included.]

Dude, I can totally see it. I'm pretty sure the assistant manager has never worked a damn day in his life. Actually, I'm pretty sure he makes his living by dumpster diving and prostitution before coming here.

_{[ The tone of his voice sounds joking, but he's half serious too. ]}

So don't worry about work experience! Just do what I tell you to do and it'll be just great! That way you can get some money without being all love-dovey on people. No offense, but I can already tell you're not exactly DTF.. or.. DTC..?? Down to.. cuddle? Whatever floats your boat, hahaha!

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maybe because WE'RE BOTH TRASH... just a thought

the trashiest trash that even gmail can't stand

same tbh

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