[center][img]http://i57.tinypic.com/2e2ozra.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dQAKTbf_Ww]Time to Work Guys![/url][/center] [hr] With Daisuke duly giving Aoi the multiple digits that composed his ID number, the clown noted them all one by one in order to complete the vast majority of the form. But there was still a piece remaining other than signatures and validation toward the board. He needed a small profile picture that would generally fit his description and Daisuke would announce his desire to change his look eventually, making the whole process a whole lot longer than it should be. She fixated the bald man for a moment, her expression displaying nothing positive. She did look quite exasperated when her senpai went on about talking about his life when clearly something wasn't going to go right with his application documents if he was missing a crucial piece. Rolling her eyes, she thought for a second before coming up with a quick and practical idea. "[color=fuchsia]Senpai! You should definitely transform yourself to fit your future hairstyle and take a picture at the booth outside! If you do that for me I'll help you get accustomed here~[/color]" She'd more or less order him to do as she bit the end of her pen with a small but visible devilish grin. She knew very well what would be his fate with that booth out there, the machine working only half the time unless he'd actively tap it and probably sacrifice more than one coin. But it was the price he had to pay for having things done quickly after all. Following that set of information, a new face would enter the scene. Though Aoi knew this man already, it was a rare thing to see such an imposing figure with a build even bigger than Daisuke's. It was Chokashi, a real Akimichi who had apparently been directed by one of the staff so she could deal with him. To add to the delight of his arrival, even if he was late, there'd be a free bento proposed, something she just couldn't ignore. She'd giggle at the hair remark the big young man made before introducing the two. "[color=fuchsia]Awww hey Chokashi, that's so nice of you~ Thanks! Oh oh oh! Before he goes off~ Chokashi, Daisuke. Daisuke, Chokashi![/color]" The harlequin would seem more cheerful after her little scheme in making her senpai suffer the booth of horrors. Nabbing his old papers, she'd quickly skim over them before disregarding everything she was doing in favor of feasting on the free meal she was given. Her chopsticks when wild as she didn't give the meal a chance. Despite her dedication to the food, she did skim over the old documentation's information, tossing aside paper after paper with the tip of her shoe. Eventually she'd see the front page with the old picture he had on it, and of course she'd shake her head when she noticed just how young he was at the time and how different he'd inevitably be now. Looking up at him, she'd smirk. "[color=fuchsia]Teehee~ You're gonna have to bromance with Senpai's bald head, because you also need to take a new picture at the booth! Make sure that you both take the B sizes!~[/color]" She'd warn them before resuming her bento. As she rapidly terminated the main course, she attacked the misou soup, though this could easily be handled with one hand. Consequently her left hand would fill out the new form by just copying the old information and modifying certain information she was qualified of doing by rank. To finish the job without having them wait any longer than they should, she'd sign both set of documents with the date inscribed in both, so all they would have to do is stick the picture and sign themselves. Now she waited, as the inevitable fate they would meet with the booth would at least take them a little time. So, while waiting, she did what any professional of [b]her caliber[/b] would do: Play a portable console game. "[color=fuchsia]Pfff, Kiki is so lame, she can't even finish this water temple. Ha! I finished it in ten minutes~[/color]" She'd boast to herself, evidently she was good at this puzzle game, some how.