#im not the best writer but. i saw ppl say unordinary takes place in japan? with names like john remi and arlo? i dont really think so unles

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*looks up "unordinary" for fics here*

*sees nothing*

*opens up existing drafts to drop some stray lines here*

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A mainly New Bostin-centric fic and OC. Zirian is a main character. Including,

Arlo and Levani are neighbors. Levani is a karen

She spared herself the hassle and had the new fridge delivered to Arlo's door, where his across-the-road neighbor apparently tried taking it as her own, dragging it like some gremlin.

"LEVANI STOP BEING A BITCH!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, BOY!?"

Zirian embodying the trope of [kind to exactly one person]

“Hold on a second,” Zirian muttered, fishing out his ringing phone. One look at the contact name and he accepted, bringing the phone to his ear. “Hi, Kels,” he murmured in the softest voice ever.

His Turf mates boggled at him. Because what the fuck?

Whoever was speaking on the other side was definitely a female voice. Something about wrangling sheep, subways, and not being able to come to town today.

"Okay. Okay," he whispered to whoever was on the other side of the line. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"'kay. Can you hang up? My hands are wet."

Oh, they recognized that voice. They definitely knew who this was. Country bumpkin, she was.

"Okay. Bye."

He removed the phone from his ear and hung up. Immediately stuffing the phone in his pocket, his glare returned full-force as he rounded on them.

"Now listen here, you little shits-"

Zirian losing to low-tiers when it comes to farmwork. This life is not for him

"Hup!"

CLUCK!

"Up and at 'em, King! We got work to do!"

He let out a loud groan of protest, to the loud, indignant clucking of the chicken that just got thrown out the window after running over his face. Apparently, that chicken getting in the house was a common occurrence.

When he raised his head to look out the window, and saw only pitch blackness, he let a louder complaint. This wasn't ass o'clock in the morning. He didn't even think it was morning.

He could stand her level of craziness. But the amount of labor her lifestyle required was bound to drive him to retirement at the early, early age of 18.

John rising up as a violent King

"Where the fuck is she?! I'm going to kill her and string her intestines as this school’s Christmas lights!"

If someone told her an angsty sophomore would be trying to gut her today, she'd have just called the police and stayed home to sleep in the sheep pen.

Alas, she was not warned. The fact a teacher got thrown out a window was only part of the result of catching John's attention for "training".

Zirian can cook. OC cannot.

".. I killed someone with my cooking," she finally said, at how Zirian froze on his feet after putting the spoon in his mouth.

"..... What did you put in this?" It took a strangely long amount of time for Zirian to compose himself, gulp down the food, and compose himself again.

(It happened to not only include him trying to be polite over retching into the sink, but becoming Catholic for exactly 10 seconds to send a prayer of "What the fuck" to God, but she'd breeze past that)

"??? I followed the box. It said one of the main ingredients was salt." She pointed at the ingredients used to make the macaroni and cheese powder. "And I thought any white powder would do, so I used baking soda."

"And you used how much?"

"Just a cup."

"And the soy sauce..?"

Ah, he saw her use that too? She didn't know he was watching her cook.

"Well, I think of cheese as an umami flavor, and soy sauce is pretty similar, so-"

"You followed the list of ingredients instead of the cooking instructions?"

She looked at the box. "There are cooking instructions?"

"Oh my god-"