Théodore

Visit one of my cafés!

[confectionlord]

Hi lovelies, I’m making this blog for branding purposes

My name is Théodore, I’m Kalos born and moved to Lumiose five years ago, I’m 46, I own three bakeries; Sorbébé Château which is located in bleu sector 5, Pomdrapi Palais which is located in magenta sector 2 and Théffroi Jardin which is located in jaune sector 4 respectively

I use he/him pronouns in case you’re wondering

My team consists of:

Mousse - (mint chocolate alcremie)

Braeburn- (appletun)

Cinnamon - (dachsbun✨)

Chamomile - (polteageist)

Sorbébé - (vanillite)

My askbox will always be open, Pelipper mail is allowed as well! [magic anons are alrighty, sentient Pokémon are not!]

[OOC]

Rules:

Don’t be a bigot (anti-lgbtq stuff, racism etc you get it)

I’m fine with shipping Théo! I multiship so if I ship him with someone else as well I promise he’s not cheating lol

Suggestive asks are fine, nsfw ones aren’t

Other:

It’s very likely that I’ll end up engaging in roleplay, if you don’t want to see that hide the tag #confectionrp (if I forget to tag a rp it’s not rude to remind me!) I will also be tagging answered asks with #confectionasks

Don’t be shy, my messages are open, I don’t rp in them but if there’s anything you want to ask me personally it’s there!

And if you want your oc to be an employee for Théo just send me a message! It’d be really fun!

also note that I’m not French lol

[confectionlord]

Busy doing what? Having a kid?

Yes, I have taken in a kid recently but I also do run three separate cafés, so that as well.

[confectionlord]

You good man

I’m too busy to answer questions like this.

[wishmaker-astra]

Automatic bread smacker

[confectionlord]

But why?

[confectionlord]

“Mm, I tend to not let anyone see me do it, I have a reputation to uphold but I really really do need to relieve some stress..” he looked around the wrecked café

He offered a cigarette to Philippe, a new one of course.

“Do you know how difficult it is to pretend every second of every day? Pretend that you aren’t stressed, angry, frustrated..to pretend that you’ve changed at all.” He reached up on the counter and grabbed a napkin, he knew exactly where they were of course, and started folding it to have anything at all to focus on that wasn’t his own mess. “And all of that pretending, all the stress of trying to be someone you’re not only for one small interaction to make it all boil over and you slip right back into who you used to be.”

[ask-philippe]

Philippe took the offered cigarette, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting it up. He took a drag from it, letting it out slowly.

"I can imagine that it's incredibly difficult," Philippe replied sympathetically. "Do you want to talk about the person you used to be...? What he was like? That might help me gain some more clarity."

[confectionlord]

Théodore let out a thoughtful hum, looking up at the ceiling, he stayed quiet for a moment.

“..a tyrant, really. I barely paid me employees, I had so few that they were overworked..every time they messed up I…”

He sighed and rested his face in the palms of his hands.

“I had a very bad temperament and I’d cuss out and hit anyone given the chance, luckily I was a lot smaller back then so I guess I didn’t do as much damage but that certainly didn’t make it okay. But after my partner leaving and the accident with Solene I tried to at least look like a good person.”

[ask-philippe]

“It sounds to me like you had a moment of awakening and have worked to change your behavior since then,” Philippe reasoned gently. “This is just a momentary slipup. I can’t say I blame you— everyone has their moments.”

Philippe knew that Théodore had a child that had passed away, and his heart went out to the man for it. That kind of thing was life-changing, and it only made sense that Théodore had wanted to turn over a new leaf afterwards. It was what his child would have wanted.

[confectionlord]

Théodore went quiet for a good while before speaking “It shouldn’t have taken what it took to inspire that change. If I’d changed before that then..none of it would’ve happened. And it’s not like I truly changed. It certainly feels like a lot more than a slipup..”

Without another word he stood up and put his cigarette out to start picking chairs up and putting them at they tables where they belonged. He wanted, no, needed to distract himself. He needed something to do, to not think about this anymore.

[confectionlord]

⏪️

Beautiful day

I needed some fluff after writing three fucked up fics in a row lol

You come inside after your smoke break, you and your business partner have been talking a lot about opening up a second location, it’s exciting.

You never thought you’d get this far, really, the café is successful, your daughter is sat drawing at a table where you can keep an eye on her and Victor is serving customers. He has flour in his hair, he doesn’t seem to notice but it makes you laugh, making him question what’s so funny. You brush the flour out of his hair and put it back for him, there we go.

“You can’t be going around with flour in your hair, Vic”

You tell him, he rolls his eyes and chuckles, telling you it happens. He looks nice when he smiles, it’s sunny and the sunlight is hitting his brown eyes just right.

You hope this lasts forever.

[cristalin-league-official]

//new ask game!

send ⏮️ (rewind) for me to write about a moment in my muse’s past!

specify muse for multimuse blogs, and remember to send an ask to the person you reblog from :)

[confectionlord]

“Mm, I tend to not let anyone see me do it, I have a reputation to uphold but I really really do need to relieve some stress..” he looked around the wrecked café

He offered a cigarette to Philippe, a new one of course.

“Do you know how difficult it is to pretend every second of every day? Pretend that you aren’t stressed, angry, frustrated..to pretend that you’ve changed at all.” He reached up on the counter and grabbed a napkin, he knew exactly where they were of course, and started folding it to have anything at all to focus on that wasn’t his own mess. “And all of that pretending, all the stress of trying to be someone you’re not only for one small interaction to make it all boil over and you slip right back into who you used to be.”

[ask-philippe]

Philippe took the offered cigarette, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting it up. He took a drag from it, letting it out slowly.

"I can imagine that it's incredibly difficult," Philippe replied sympathetically. "Do you want to talk about the person you used to be...? What he was like? That might help me gain some more clarity."

[confectionlord]

Théodore let out a thoughtful hum, looking up at the ceiling, he stayed quiet for a moment.

“..a tyrant, really. I barely paid me employees, I had so few that they were overworked..every time they messed up I…”

He sighed and rested his face in the palms of his hands.

“I had a very bad temperament and I’d cuss out and hit anyone given the chance, luckily I was a lot smaller back then so I guess I didn’t do as much damage but that certainly didn’t make it okay. But after my partner leaving and the accident with Solene I tried to at least look like a good person.”

[confectionlord]

*Pokes your cheek*

Please refrain from touching me!

[confectionlord]

Closing. Don’t know when we’ll open again. We’ll see.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore, what’s going on? I came to visit, and I found the shop closed. Are you alright?

[confectionlord]

Oh is that inconvenient for you? Are we the only fucking cafe in this whole fucking city?

I’m sure you can find another place.

[ask-philippe]

I… I was just looking forward to talking to you, and I was worried that something might be wrong to make you close your doors. I’ve enjoyed speaking to you whenever I pay your café a visit. I can see now that the feeling isn’t mutual. My apologies for bothering you.

[confectionlord]

If you want to sit in a café that looks like a dozen mankeys have rampaged through it, has coffee that’s exactly two degrees too cold and red velvet that isn’t red enough then absolutely be my guest.

[ask-philippe]

…sounds like you had a tough customer. Do you need help cleaning up…?

[confectionlord]

I’m sorry, what? Why in the world would you offer me help?

[ask-philippe]

It’s the decent thing to do. You’re clearly struggling right now, and you need someone to help you. Why wouldn’t I offer…?

[confectionlord]

Because I’m a bad person.

But, if you want to help a bad person then sure, I guess I won’t say no.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore... Why do you say that you're a bad person? I've never gotten that impression of you in our previous conversations, and I consider myself a pretty good judge of character.

[confectionlord]

I don’t think you’d be saying that if you knew me before, and nothings really changed, I’m just better at hiding it.

[ask-philippe]

Do you want to talk about it? It sounds like this is weighing pretty heavily on your shoulders. I don’t want you to have to go through all of these emotions on your own.

[confectionlord]

We can talk about it while we tidy up? If you still want to help, of course..

[ask-philippe]

Absolutely. I’ll be there shortly. Deep breaths, Théo. It’s going to be just fine.

[confectionlord]

When Philippe entered the café it became abundantly clear that Théodore really wasn’t exaggerating when he said it looked as though a bunch of mankeys had rampaged through it, anything that could reasonably be broken was, tables were knocked over, chairs lying in the ground. And Théodore was sat on the floor, back rested against the counter, smoking, fidgeting, bouncing his leg. It was surprising that he could even do this much damage.

[ask-philippe]

Philippe’s eyes widened as he entered the café to see just how utterly destroyed it was. His expression morphed to one of sympathy as he saw Théo sitting on the floor and looking anxious. He approached Théo, sitting beside him.

“Hey… I’m here,” Philippe greeted softly. “I didn’t know that you smoke. I do on occasion, but Mr. Corbeau isn’t a fan of me doing so. Picked up the habit as a kid and it’s tough to let go completely.”

[confectionlord]

“Mm, I tend to not let anyone see me do it, I have a reputation to uphold but I really really do need to relieve some stress..” he looked around the wrecked café

He offered a cigarette to Philippe, a new one of course.

“Do you know how difficult it is to pretend every second of every day? Pretend that you aren’t stressed, angry, frustrated..to pretend that you’ve changed at all.” He reached up on the counter and grabbed a napkin, he knew exactly where they were of course, and started folding it to have anything at all to focus on that wasn’t his own mess. “And all of that pretending, all the stress of trying to be someone you’re not only for one small interaction to make it all boil over and you slip right back into who you used to be.”

[confectionlord]

Closing. Don’t know when we’ll open again. We’ll see.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore, what’s going on? I came to visit, and I found the shop closed. Are you alright?

[confectionlord]

Oh is that inconvenient for you? Are we the only fucking cafe in this whole fucking city?

I’m sure you can find another place.

[ask-philippe]

I… I was just looking forward to talking to you, and I was worried that something might be wrong to make you close your doors. I’ve enjoyed speaking to you whenever I pay your café a visit. I can see now that the feeling isn’t mutual. My apologies for bothering you.

[confectionlord]

If you want to sit in a café that looks like a dozen mankeys have rampaged through it, has coffee that’s exactly two degrees too cold and red velvet that isn’t red enough then absolutely be my guest.

[ask-philippe]

…sounds like you had a tough customer. Do you need help cleaning up…?

[confectionlord]

I’m sorry, what? Why in the world would you offer me help?

[ask-philippe]

It’s the decent thing to do. You’re clearly struggling right now, and you need someone to help you. Why wouldn’t I offer…?

[confectionlord]

Because I’m a bad person.

But, if you want to help a bad person then sure, I guess I won’t say no.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore... Why do you say that you're a bad person? I've never gotten that impression of you in our previous conversations, and I consider myself a pretty good judge of character.

[confectionlord]

I don’t think you’d be saying that if you knew me before, and nothings really changed, I’m just better at hiding it.

[ask-philippe]

Do you want to talk about it? It sounds like this is weighing pretty heavily on your shoulders. I don’t want you to have to go through all of these emotions on your own.

[confectionlord]

We can talk about it while we tidy up? If you still want to help, of course..

[ask-philippe]

Absolutely. I’ll be there shortly. Deep breaths, Théo. It’s going to be just fine.

[confectionlord]

When Philippe entered the café it became abundantly clear that Théodore really wasn’t exaggerating when he said it looked as though a bunch of mankeys had rampaged through it, anything that could reasonably be broken was, tables were knocked over, chairs lying in the ground. And Théodore was sat on the floor, back rested against the counter, smoking, fidgeting, bouncing his leg. It was surprising that he could even do this much damage.

[confectionlord]

Closing. Don’t know when we’ll open again. We’ll see.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore, what’s going on? I came to visit, and I found the shop closed. Are you alright?

[confectionlord]

Oh is that inconvenient for you? Are we the only fucking cafe in this whole fucking city?

I’m sure you can find another place.

[ask-philippe]

I… I was just looking forward to talking to you, and I was worried that something might be wrong to make you close your doors. I’ve enjoyed speaking to you whenever I pay your café a visit. I can see now that the feeling isn’t mutual. My apologies for bothering you.

[confectionlord]

If you want to sit in a café that looks like a dozen mankeys have rampaged through it, has coffee that’s exactly two degrees too cold and red velvet that isn’t red enough then absolutely be my guest.

[ask-philippe]

…sounds like you had a tough customer. Do you need help cleaning up…?

[confectionlord]

I’m sorry, what? Why in the world would you offer me help?

[ask-philippe]

It’s the decent thing to do. You’re clearly struggling right now, and you need someone to help you. Why wouldn’t I offer…?

[confectionlord]

Because I’m a bad person.

But, if you want to help a bad person then sure, I guess I won’t say no.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore... Why do you say that you're a bad person? I've never gotten that impression of you in our previous conversations, and I consider myself a pretty good judge of character.

[confectionlord]

I don’t think you’d be saying that if you knew me before, and nothings really changed, I’m just better at hiding it.

[ask-philippe]

Do you want to talk about it? It sounds like this is weighing pretty heavily on your shoulders. I don’t want you to have to go through all of these emotions on your own.

[confectionlord]

We can talk about it while we tidy up? If you still want to help, of course..

[confectionlord]

Being in a hurry, Ren's bag, which was halfway on his shoulder, caught on the door handle. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. He'd just slow down and get it unstuck. But he was moving too fast, so the satchel tore. Ren made a distressed noise as all his Tupperware containers fell out, holding his lunch. It wasn't a normal lunch. It was some half-baked peanut butter brownies that were clearly still raw, a burnt strawberry cake absolutely soaked in icing that was more liquid than icing, and some sort of chunky brown sludge that may have been an attempt at oatmeal cookies. Ren panicked, scrambling to pick them all up, but his movements were more like a wild animal, causing them to only scatter further. And this happened all in front of Théo.

@not-a-zorua-just-weird

For a moment Théo just stands there, he doesn’t help like he usually would, he looks..disgusted? That’s certainly an expression Ren hasn’t seen before but it fills in the lines on his face perfectly, like he’s made that exact face at least a dozen times.

“What in the world have you brought in here?! What even is that?! You’re lucky we haven’t opened yet, could you imagine if my customers saw this?”

It’s like a switch had flipped. Everyone knew he’d been more stressed than usual lately but not once has he acted with a less than positive attitude.

[not-a-zorua-just-weirddead]

Ren flinched, shrinking in on himself. "S-Sorry... T-They're my lunch, a-and I was practicing baking to m-make you proud, I-I'm sorry..." He pulled all the containers to his chest, tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I'm really sorry. I-I just want to learn how to make sweet things, a-and be like you..!"

[confectionlord]

Théodore pauses when he sees Rens reaction, but he doesn’t apologise, he’s never been good at apologising. Sure, he feels bad about getting angry at the kid, he goes to fetch a plastic bag and some paper, but what’s he even supposed to do after acting like that? He still feels a little grossed out and angry, honestly.

He chucks the plastic bag and paper down next to Ren on the floor. He probably should help, he knows that, but he has more important things to deal with..okay, maybe he doesn’t, he just really doesn’t want to clean up after someone else again.

[not-a-zorua-just-weirddead]

Ren quickly shoves the containers in the bag, keeping his head low. "I-I'm sorry..." He's sniffling, clearly struggling to not burst into tears because that would be unprofessional of him, and he finally has a job and he can't afford to be fired because then he'd lose everything.

[confectionlord]

Théodore stops Ren in his tracks and takes the bag

“Ren, I’m not letting you eat that.”

Shit, it definitely came out a lot harsher than he meant for it to…no matter, can’t do anything about it after the fact. He takes the containers out of the bag, leaving only the..whatever it is that Ren managed to make, in there and drops the bag into a nearby bin.

“We have sandwiches, I’ll give you one, okay?”

He rests his hand on Rens shoulder, the way he’s speaking now is..actually a lot more tender than normal, at least Théodore really really hopes so.

[not-a-zorua-just-weirddead]

Ren flinched, before nodding. "O-Okay..." He was still sniffling, still clearly scared, but he tried to stay strong.

[confectionlord]

He led Ren behind the counter and grabbed a sandwich for him, holding it out

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that..”

That’s a good start, probably, hopefully.

“I really hope you weren’t actually going to eat that, especially for lunch though”

Okay maybe not the best thing to say.

[confectionlord]

Being in a hurry, Ren's bag, which was halfway on his shoulder, caught on the door handle. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. He'd just slow down and get it unstuck. But he was moving too fast, so the satchel tore. Ren made a distressed noise as all his Tupperware containers fell out, holding his lunch. It wasn't a normal lunch. It was some half-baked peanut butter brownies that were clearly still raw, a burnt strawberry cake absolutely soaked in icing that was more liquid than icing, and some sort of chunky brown sludge that may have been an attempt at oatmeal cookies. Ren panicked, scrambling to pick them all up, but his movements were more like a wild animal, causing them to only scatter further. And this happened all in front of Théo.

@not-a-zorua-just-weird

For a moment Théo just stands there, he doesn’t help like he usually would, he looks..disgusted? That’s certainly an expression Ren hasn’t seen before but it fills in the lines on his face perfectly, like he’s made that exact face at least a dozen times.

“What in the world have you brought in here?! What even is that?! You’re lucky we haven’t opened yet, could you imagine if my customers saw this?”

It’s like a switch had flipped. Everyone knew he’d been more stressed than usual lately but not once has he acted with a less than positive attitude.

[not-a-zorua-just-weirddead]

Ren flinched, shrinking in on himself. "S-Sorry... T-They're my lunch, a-and I was practicing baking to m-make you proud, I-I'm sorry..." He pulled all the containers to his chest, tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I'm really sorry. I-I just want to learn how to make sweet things, a-and be like you..!"

[confectionlord]

Théodore pauses when he sees Rens reaction, but he doesn’t apologise, he’s never been good at apologising. Sure, he feels bad about getting angry at the kid, he goes to fetch a plastic bag and some paper, but what’s he even supposed to do after acting like that? He still feels a little grossed out and angry, honestly.

He chucks the plastic bag and paper down next to Ren on the floor. He probably should help, he knows that, but he has more important things to deal with..okay, maybe he doesn’t, he just really doesn’t want to clean up after someone else again.

[not-a-zorua-just-weirddead]

Ren quickly shoves the containers in the bag, keeping his head low. "I-I'm sorry..." He's sniffling, clearly struggling to not burst into tears because that would be unprofessional of him, and he finally has a job and he can't afford to be fired because then he'd lose everything.

[confectionlord]

Théodore stops Ren in his tracks and takes the bag

“Ren, I’m not letting you eat that.”

Shit, it definitely came out a lot harsher than he meant for it to…no matter, can’t do anything about it after the fact. He takes the containers out of the bag, leaving only the..whatever it is that Ren managed to make, in there and drops the bag into a nearby bin.

“We have sandwiches, I’ll give you one, okay?”

He rests his hand on Rens shoulder, the way he’s speaking now is..actually a lot more tender than normal, at least Théodore really really hopes so.

[confectionlord]

Being in a hurry, Ren's bag, which was halfway on his shoulder, caught on the door handle. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. He'd just slow down and get it unstuck. But he was moving too fast, so the satchel tore. Ren made a distressed noise as all his Tupperware containers fell out, holding his lunch. It wasn't a normal lunch. It was some half-baked peanut butter brownies that were clearly still raw, a burnt strawberry cake absolutely soaked in icing that was more liquid than icing, and some sort of chunky brown sludge that may have been an attempt at oatmeal cookies. Ren panicked, scrambling to pick them all up, but his movements were more like a wild animal, causing them to only scatter further. And this happened all in front of Théo.

@not-a-zorua-just-weird

For a moment Théo just stands there, he doesn’t help like he usually would, he looks..disgusted? That’s certainly an expression Ren hasn’t seen before but it fills in the lines on his face perfectly, like he’s made that exact face at least a dozen times.

“What in the world have you brought in here?! What even is that?! You’re lucky we haven’t opened yet, could you imagine if my customers saw this?”

It’s like a switch had flipped. Everyone knew he’d been more stressed than usual lately but not once has he acted with a less than positive attitude.

[not-a-zorua-just-weirddead]

Ren flinched, shrinking in on himself. "S-Sorry... T-They're my lunch, a-and I was practicing baking to m-make you proud, I-I'm sorry..." He pulled all the containers to his chest, tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I'm really sorry. I-I just want to learn how to make sweet things, a-and be like you..!"

[confectionlord]

Théodore pauses when he sees Rens reaction, but he doesn’t apologise, he’s never been good at apologising. Sure, he feels bad about getting angry at the kid, he goes to fetch a plastic bag and some paper, but what’s he even supposed to do after acting like that? He still feels a little grossed out and angry, honestly.

He chucks the plastic bag and paper down next to Ren on the floor. He probably should help, he knows that, but he has more important things to deal with..okay, maybe he doesn’t, he just really doesn’t want to clean up after someone else again.

[confectionlord]

👉👈😳

??? Hello?

[confectionlord]

Closing. Don’t know when we’ll open again. We’ll see.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore, what’s going on? I came to visit, and I found the shop closed. Are you alright?

[confectionlord]

Oh is that inconvenient for you? Are we the only fucking cafe in this whole fucking city?

I’m sure you can find another place.

[ask-philippe]

I… I was just looking forward to talking to you, and I was worried that something might be wrong to make you close your doors. I’ve enjoyed speaking to you whenever I pay your café a visit. I can see now that the feeling isn’t mutual. My apologies for bothering you.

[confectionlord]

If you want to sit in a café that looks like a dozen mankeys have rampaged through it, has coffee that’s exactly two degrees too cold and red velvet that isn’t red enough then absolutely be my guest.

[ask-philippe]

…sounds like you had a tough customer. Do you need help cleaning up…?

[confectionlord]

I’m sorry, what? Why in the world would you offer me help?

[ask-philippe]

It’s the decent thing to do. You’re clearly struggling right now, and you need someone to help you. Why wouldn’t I offer…?

[confectionlord]

Because I’m a bad person.

But, if you want to help a bad person then sure, I guess I won’t say no.

[ask-philippe]

Théodore... Why do you say that you're a bad person? I've never gotten that impression of you in our previous conversations, and I consider myself a pretty good judge of character.

[confectionlord]

I don’t think you’d be saying that if you knew me before, and nothings really changed, I’m just better at hiding it.