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A white shirt, trousers, and a pink tie? Gabe had no objections to that sort of combination, if nothing else, and it was better than his roommate's normal answer of “I don't care, just figure it out yourself”. Sure, it was a bit odd for the Librarian to imply that what he had just suggested was for food, but it was understandable. At 6AM in the morning, who wouldn't be a little braindead, and confuse clothing for food? Sliding into his recommended clothing with the grace and elegance of someone who was doing it for a TV advertisement on men's designer brands, the Japanese male tightened his tie, straightened his collar, and practiced another smile towards nobody in particular. This time, it was a warmer grin, meant for newer customers who still weren't accustom to the perks and benefits that came with being in that cafe. It felt a little stiff, but it should be fine. After all, he hadn't even eaten breakfast yet. Everything would work out better with some food.

However, like the man in his phone had just said, there were apparently more important things to attend to. Fastening his trousers with a belt, he sat down on the wooden chair again, watching with some interest as the Librarian went and rearranged the desktop of the Ipod in ways that made the Key Shop application stand out. Clearly, the Shop wasn't just a Shop, but also some other thing. He shrugged. It would have been simpler if the Librarian just explained, but telemarketers these days must have wanted to make things more mysterious and interactive for their customers.

Unless that cheerful scarfman wasn't a telemarketer at all, and Gabe was soon going to be involved in some death match tournament to decide the next Demon King. Like in fantasy self-insertation books. Though the Librarian would have been a cute girl if Gabe was going to be the main character, so obviously, he'd just be a supporting character. Of course, factoring in his online persona of 0Mari, and the skills, experience, and knowledge that comes from it, as well as his age in comparison to the age of most main characters in Teen Fiction...yeah, he might actually be more of a mentor-type character, if he was lucky.

Or maybe he was just off in every single way, since there's no way something like that would happen in real life.

Stowing away his incoherent musings of the fantastic and impossible, Gabe pressed the icon and was greeted immediately with what must have been the procedures for creating an account. Username...as well as a name for the Key? He tilted his head for a moment at this, before shrugging. The usual then, and something direct for the newcomer.

Without any words, he designated the Librarian as Bookman, and himself as 0Mari, before clicking the confirmation box that came along with it. After that, the screen changed, dropping into what appeared to be a stat window. Level 1 with an empty experience bar and no kills. There were a bunch of links underneath that, with RPGish titles such as 'Equipment' and 'Stats' and 'Skills'. How fun.

[b]“This is a PvP game then?”[/b] he inquired, flexing the fingers in his spare hand. [b]“How does it work, Bookman? And is this still in beta, or are you just doing a stress test on the servers before launching?”[/b]