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Finally, Sane Visitors [Ashfur, Invite]
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Post by erika on Apr 25, 2017 6:53:29 GMT
A teen walked with a little brother in a tow who seem to be hellbent in getting her safely somewhere... ah the joy of having little brother. The two are red haired Aoyagi Erika (16) and her black haired little brother, Aoyagi Kou (13). The sight of the shorter brother trying to look tough might be endearing for many, but... the boy had every rights to look worried. Despite it's not seen, his sister's body unfortunately carries an unknown disease that would cut her lifespan. The boy doesn't know about the last part. He just knew that she's sick. If he know... no, let's not go there, so Erika thought.
"-han... ee-chan... NEE-CHAN!"
"Eh? Are? What's wrong, Kou-chan?"
"Geez, spacing out again? Seriously, Nee-chan... anyway, like I've been saying, where do you want to go anyway?"
"Me? Oh, right, there's a butler and maid cafe around here apparently. I want to try! Because it's not in Akiba, I wonder what's the deal with it, so I just wanted to try it out... it's OK, right?"
"...Huh, some maid cafe, huh..."
The little brother, if he can be honest, really worried about the mention of butler cafe. It's because mainly they felt shady. What with 'welcome back, milady' or whatever it is to the girls? It felt creepy in his opinion, like flirting and such. Seriously, why would his sister go to that sort of place? Somehow he's glad that today he came with her. As a guy with martial arts training, he'll make sure that nobody harm his sister!
...Secretly, Erika with great effort tried to suppress her giggle to not be heard by her little brother. It's really easy to understand what her little brother is thinking, especially when he's THAT easy to read.
"We're here~" Erika announced. However, before she could open the door, her brother opened the door himself first.
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Post by Asher on Apr 25, 2017 7:34:34 GMT
If Asher could ask to work even less hours, surely he would. Unfortunately, jobs only held so much leniency. Especially for someone that held a title higher than 'dishwasher'! So, it seemed that he'd be trapped here. At least the day hadn't been too horribly slow, so far. A few tables still buzzed with soft laughter and conversation, though it seemed that this primarily originated from a single maid's section. Maybe she had gotten a special request for the day.
Standing at a podium near the door, the manager began writing down a few notes for inventory purposes. Or maybe it was for 'drawing cartoon rabbit' purposes. Who put multiple colors of pens around here, anyway? It was like the owner was asking for someone to draw all over anything that could be important! Luckily, this page certainly wasn't going anywhere that would affect how someone important might view the cafe.
Pen paused above one of the lines. Why was he drawing rabbits, anyway? Suddenly, it felt unsettling, and the manager felt a strong need to stop. Plus, bunnies were girly. Not that he really cared, but what would people think? Gaining a moment of clarity, Asher began to actually work on writing properly. This was way more boring now, though. Not that he had too much time to focus on the dull task.
Eyes lifted from the paperwork at the sound of someone entering the cafe. Warm smile immediately overtook the expression of concentration, while the redhead gave a bow. "Welcome back, Princess. And Master." Alternating focus between the two, Asher reached to grab a couple of menus off of the podium. "Is it just the two of you, today?"
Were these more new customers? It felt like he had seen a lot of unfamiliar faces lately! Not that there was any problem with that. A customer was a customer, after all. "Do you have a preference to where you're seated?"
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Post by erika on Apr 25, 2017 7:53:06 GMT
Not "my lady" but princess instead? Kou's face scrunched in what looks like a minimalistic attempt to hide disgust. He seriously wonder what so nice from butler cafe like this. Instead, Erika, although she couldn't see her brother's face already laughed. From his body language, she already knew what sort of expression he's wearing.
"For the sake of my little brother's peace, may I request to change the name? I think 'Miss' should be enough," she requested to Asher. tossing a friendly smile at his direction. "and yes, it's just two of us, thank you. We'd love if there are any vacant table near the window, but if there are none, someplace close to the door would be preferable."
As usual, near the window. His sister really loves that sort of spot. She said that the window is the closest you can get to the outside world, and always liked fancy or unique styled window. He does too, but at least not to that extent.
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Post by Asher on Apr 28, 2017 8:22:11 GMT
The boy's expression didn't go unnoticed, but Asher certainly pretended that it did. Eyes shifted down to the menus in hand, then back toward the female guest while she laughed. At least one of them could make it obvious that the scrunched face had been seen. Continuing obliviousness, Asher tilted his head slightly, maintaining a pleasant smile. "If that's what you wish, Miss." Now, eyes shifted to the male in the party, curiously, "do you have a request for title, also? Or is Master alright?"
Throwing a glance around the room, the teen surveyed which tables were clearly vacant. By the window, by the window, by the- oh, yup, there was one. With a small motion, Asher beckoned the duo to follow. "I think I have the perfect spot for you, just this way." Taking a moment to make sure the duo would follow, Asher led the two to their table, placing the menus upon it.
It was always a strong question of judgement when it came to what many considered chivalry. Then again, Asher wasn't a knight, so it really shouldn't matter. Gentlemanly? Was that a word? Sure it was. Asher just thought of it.
Either way, the butler moved to pull out both chairs, just to be sure that the boy in tow wouldn't get offended about any special treatment of the girl. "Have either of you visited before? It's a shame to admit, I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting either of you in the past."
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Post by erika on Apr 28, 2017 8:58:23 GMT
"No, that's alright," the boy replied in almost a growl. Luckily, her sister just giggled and shook her head wryly. "Please don't mind him. He's a bit too overprotective of his big sis." Of course this made the younger boy blush, feeling really awkward at that revelation. Thankfully there's a really nice spot vacant. While Erika admitted that she felt happy from the service, especially when Asher pulled the chair for her, Kou... not so. Mainly because the boy isn't used to be treated like this.
"You're right, this is our first time," Erika admitted. "I heard about this place from a junior, a dear friend from the school. She said while she haven't visited this place just yet, it's best to ask for a man named Asher and say... uh, what? She said..." Erika rummaged her wallet for a piece of paper and read it out loud "'Fluffykin's fur are the best.' Huh. Well, I don't know what's up with that. Anyway, I checked the review beforehand, and a lot of it says very nice things so I decided to drop. I haven't gone to any maid or butler cafe, so this is seriously the first experience for me. Do you have any sort of recommendation of what to do or what to order?"
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Post by Asher on May 2, 2017 6:39:44 GMT
It was definitely nice to receive some explanation for how hostile the boy was! Asher felt a bit of the edge fade off, as understanding replaced it. "Ah. I respect that," he hummed, with a smile. "Good brothers should always look out for their sisters." Asher knew that far too well! Though, he had to admit that he didn't feel like the best brother in the world, himself, these days.
But, a dear friend? That would have sounded charming, if there hadn't already been a weird air about the fact that the guest's 'senior' hadn't even visited the cafe. Trying to avoid being too obvious about the curiosity, the teen waited patiently. And, then attempted to conceal a cringe. Maintain professional stance! "That is, uh," the butler continued an awkward smile, "very nice?" Resist the urge to shake Karin! It was like she was watching his every move! Talk about paranoia-inducing!
In fact, it would be far better to focus on the customers! They were paying, and mostly friendly! Or, at least the girl was friendly. "Of course. I'd be glad to give suggestions," he hummed. "Some guests just come here for tea or coffee," or hot chocolate, water, soda, or... "but, we do have plenty of sandwiches and desserts, if you'd like something to eat." Carefully leaning over the menu placed in front of Erika, the teen placed a gloved finger at the top of the beverages list. "I'd suggest a warm drink, to compliment your warm personality," he pointed out, softly. "While my preference is coffee, hot chocolate or tea may interest you more." After all, sweet girls liked sweeter things, didn't they?
Leaning away from the table, Asher looked to the brother, "would you like a drink to warm you up, too, Master?" Personality-wise. Not just temperature! It was more than obvious that the protective brother was less than happy to be here! He was barely even talking. "Or, would you prefer something on the chilled side?" Maybe, they weren't interested in drinks at all. What did Asher know?
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Post by erika on May 3, 2017 4:51:59 GMT
"S-shut up, I don't need your praise," Kou retorted. Typical tsundere boy, isn't he? Even Erika chuckled and muttered 'so cute'. The girl turned her attention to Asher who somehow... looks odd? Does that words made him awkward or something? However, she swore that this sounds like the guy understood from who that remark came from, which of course she know.
"I think I'm in mood of something belly filling, so some smoked beef sandwich might be good if there is any? I'd like some warm sweet cocoa too, please." Yes, pleasant, a girl who doesn't seem to be violent the slightest! Completely different from Karin, and all those cynicism never did came out from her peach colored lips!
Of course the compliment about her personality might be just a lip service from the butler, but Kou doesn't look all that happy still. "...GInger tea," he answered curtly. "Hot. Add some lemon and honey too. I'll take the same food as her."
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Post by Asher on May 5, 2017 7:25:37 GMT
"Of course you don't," the redhead hummed, clearly agreeing with the boy. "Sometimes, it's nice to hear, though, isn't it?" Some people needed a little praise once and a while! It clearly wouldn't work in bringing the boy around to being less grouchy, though. That was pretty obvious!
Listening to the orders, the butler nodded while taking mental note of everything. "Certainly. Would you like whipped cream on top of your drink, Miss?" Asher wasn't even going to bother asking that about the tea. Who wanted fluff on top of ginger tea? The thought was gag-worthy, on it's own!
At least one of the duo was friendly, though. Otherwise, Asher might have regretted taking on this table. Not that it sounded like he had much choice. If Karin wanted someone to come in for her, they were going to request the young man regardless. "Is that all you'd like, for now?" If so, the teen would be quick to bow and excuse himself from the table to begin preparations.
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Post by erika on May 5, 2017 7:51:55 GMT
"...For someone who's working on serving people, you sure are damn rude," the boy commented, glaring daggers at Asher. "Are you popular just because you're handsome?" The redhead seriously didn't take Karin's advice to control his mouth, didn't he? Oh boy. Well, Erika quickly pat the boy's hand to chide him.
"Now now let's get civil, Kou~ Ah, on second thought, can you add a scoop of vanilla ice cream instead on the top? Sprinkle it with a bit of coffee flavored powder and it'll be very appreciated."
"Nee-chan, won't the cocoa flood like that?"
"Oh hmmm... is that possible?" Erika asked Asher. Still, she Thinks that this is everything. "...Let's see... yes, I think that's all for now, thank you very much."
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Post by Asher on May 8, 2017 4:06:38 GMT
"Hm?" Eyes widened, innocently, to match the tone of voice that the butler used next, "I wasn't being rude." Not intentionally, at least! Asher tried to wrap his head around which exact part had been the mistake. "I've always enjoyed when people compliment how I take care of my sister. I suppose I shouldn't have assumed you would feel the same." Okay, maybe that last line was a little rude, but Asher wasn't particularly fond of the speculation for his popularity! Instead, the butler provided a soft smile, "I'm flattered that you find me handsome, though."
For a moment, Asher had to try to debate how well ice cream would handle in cocoa. Did people usually like that kind of thing? He'd never tried it. "If you don't mind a larger glass, it should work out just fine." There was a hesitant pause, while the teen debated on how to phrase a precaution, "the ice cream will melt rather quickly, just to warn you." Sure, it sounded stupid to warn people of that, but it was surprising how many customers were concerned about how rapidly frozen substances began to thaw when placed next to warm ones!
Provided all of this was alright, the young man took a step away from the table. "If that's all, I'll be back shortly." Giving a bow, Asher soon turned on his heel and disappeared into the kitchen, to work on the order. And, perhaps, to drink a few too many shots of espresso.
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Post by erika on May 8, 2017 4:51:25 GMT
"Not being rude? My face says that I'm really offended though," Kou commented pointedly. "I dunno what sort of sister you got but to be happy to be complimented just for taking care of your sister, that's nothing unless the sister herself is praising you!"
...What a strange direction for talk. Even Erika looks a bit bothered by it, but well... boys matter, right? She'll be a side viewer about this...
"W-WH--I don't find you handsome the slightest! If anything, handsomeness is a sign of being a gigolo!"
Kou, you walked directly toward that one seriously, Erika thought, chuckling at his retort. Still, to Asher's precaution... "Well, yes, that's how thermodynamics work, isn't it? I mean, did someone really think that the ice cream won't melt? It's just that I'll probably eat the ice cream first so the cocoa will have lingering vanilla taste, something like that?" How curious. Did he often got complaints over something like that? That's silly. The person is the one ordering so they at least should have known the logic behind it!
"Yes, that will be all, thank you very much."
...Just when Asher about to walk away, there's a strange sound of thud, though.
"...Excuse me, um.... did you drop this?"
Erika waved a blue Digivice, the same model as the one Karin's using.
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Post by theogrelords on May 8, 2017 5:25:35 GMT
While all of this was going on at the restaurant's surface, a much more polite conversation was going on beneath its many tables.
"Oi! Pass the grub! You had your share already."
"Boss gets first, second, and third shares. That's the ogre's code!"
"We ain't even ogres yet! We're just balls."
"Will you two quit the chatter? This stuff's good."
Beneath Erika's table, a Pagumon was currently arguing with a pair of Botamon. The Pagumon, holding a makeshift club made of tinfoil, was having a long chat with the bulkier of the two Botamon. As they went back and forth, the smaller Botamon was currently sitting on a great heap of sweets. Half-eaten scones and biscuits were drizzled with melted ice cream and sprinkled with a few shattered wafers. Naturally, it looked appalling, but the Botamon seemed to love taking bit, messy bites out of it.
It didn't take long for the other two to catch on. "You holding out on us?" the Pagumon asked, smacking the tinfoil club against its earlike hands (handlike ears?) for emphasis. "This is, like, the fifth time this week!"
"Not my fault you don't keep your eye on the prize," the Botamon said. "This one's a real sweet victory for me!"
"Ah, stuff it with the lousy puns!" the larger Botamon said, hip-checking the smaller one out of the way and diving into the pile. Soon all three of the small Digimon were upon it, ravenously working their way through the pile. As they did so Pagumon kept throwing even more ingredients onto the pile; bacon, chestnut-stuffed pastries, discarded packets of chocolate sauce. There was even a bit of cheese that, judging by the mouse trap dangling from Pagumon's ear, was clearly company property. The sight and smell would've been indescribable if they weren't blocked by three tiny Digimon and a tablecloth.
Of course, eating that messy was bound to attract attention eventually. As soon as the trio heard the thud they stopped in place, freezing up and doing their best impersonation of modern art. The last time they were caught in the human world, they were beaten by a broom all the way back to Shibuya Station. Never again.
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Post by Asher on May 14, 2017 8:01:27 GMT
At this point, Asher simply decided not to argue with the boy about compliments. Some people enjoyed them, others clearly did not. Ah well. You win some, you lose some. And, it at least felt like Asher won the piece about attractiveness. Placing an innocent expression, the actor hummed, "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that term." Would Kou feel the need to clarify, or leave things be? Asher was curious to see.
On the bright side, the other guest was far more pleasant to work with. Maintaining a pleasant smile, the redhead tried not to be overly obvious that customers weren't always the brightest crayon in the box. "You may be surprised what people expect." Such as magical never-melting ice cream! Or never getting ice cream headaches. Luckily, those customers were fairly rare!
His plan to escape into the kitchen had failed, though, as attention was drawn back to the table. "Hm?" With a soft hum, the butler turned on his heel to look at what was in the girl's hand. "No, that's-" Chest tightened, closing the space that he had made between himself and the table, to get a better look at the item. Definitely a digivice. Okay, don't panic!
"Where did you find that?" Now, if only he knew about the additional 'guests' under the table! That would have spelled a heart attack!
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Post by erika on May 15, 2017 5:47:28 GMT
Too bad---or should I say, it's a good thing that the tablecloth is actually covering the trio and muffled their voice? Erika had no idea of what happened under, but Kou sounds like he does feel some of those... ah, glorious "food" hitting on his exposed leg. Really, the boy is wearing short pants so it definitely hit his bare skin...
"...Hey what the hell is this?" he tried to rub it of off with his other foot, and suddenly noticed something sticky. At first he didn't care about it, but it happened more than once...
Countdown to finding avant garde art: 15 seconds
"...Well, I guess it's one of those 'stupid customer story' isn't it?" Erika commented, chuckling. "Don't worry, at least I don't want to make anything ultra awkward for you... What's wrong, Kou?"
12 seconds. The boy decided to ignore his sister and waited for Asher to go before he pulled his leg up and smelled the substance that was sticking on it. What? It smells wretched.
"It's not yours?" Erika asked once more. "I thought it's yours because it suddenly fell when you turned around..."
9 seconds.
Kou tried to wipe off the stinky substance off his skin, but he know it'll all be useless unless he wash it up... but rather than that, he's more interested in finding what was the source. If this is rat or roach, he'll so leave a really bad review for this place...
6 seconds. He attempted to grab for something, only to grab at a mouse trap. WHAT!?
"He-hey, what the hell is this!?" Mouse trap, under his table!?
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He tossed it away and moved away from his spot.
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He slowly grabbed the edge of the tablecloth, hesitating to open it.
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No choice, he really need to open this! If this is some dead mouse, that's so going to be an unforgivable mistake!
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He flipped it and saw.... The Digimons, not that he know about them, though. At first he looked at them, then looked at the huge pile of diabetes inducing treat. It took him less than a second to even connect the dots.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE CREATURES!?"
YEEEEP. Asher better hope there's no one heard the boy's shout.
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Post by theogrelords on Jun 10, 2017 22:24:51 GMT
It was probably fortunate for the entire secretive nature of the Digital World that Kou's chair was in the way of the prying eyes of other customers, or else The Ogrelords probably would have caused an interdimensional scandal with their mere presence. Less fortunately for Asher's establishment, Kou had just shrieked about there being strange creatures under the table. Anyone who listened to his panicked scream would probably start looking around for all sorts of strange rats and cockroaches that would be found in your average dingy restaurant.
The Ogrelords were included among this group, looking back and forth for any sort of pest that would dare step on their turf. Upon seeing nothing, Pagumon shrugged his hand-like ears and looked up at Kou. "We don't see nothing," he said.
"Yeah, the maids keep this place clean as a whistle," the smaller Botamon added. "Nicest place we've ever eaten!"
"Now will ya stop voiciferating?" the larger Botamon finished. "People are trying to eat over here!"
Well, one plus one equaled two, it seemed. A Digivice holder walked into the cafe, and now a trio of Digimon were sitting under the table like the world's blobbiest looking Dugtrio. If poor Asher thought he'd have a day spared from explaining the history of the Digital World to people, it seemed like he would have another thing coming! Unless he walked far, far away.
The Ogrelords didn't care about the potential grey hairs they've sent spreading across the assembled company's heads, though. Right now they only cared for food. While the two Botamon were distracted eyeing Kou up and down, Pagumon slid up to the avant garde cooking masterpiece and began hungrily cramming it in his mouth. It wasn't going to eat itself, after all!
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