Demon Prez

Saving girls from boys and then calling them master at Maid Latte... It's not exactly what I pictured happening. Well, the latter isn't but what can you do? Nothing and I mean nothing will stop me from accomplishing my goals. I've come too far to let the boys from Seika High ruin it all! They won't get away with a single thing. Independent Maid-Sama RP blog.

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Maid Sama RP? Anyone and everyone from the fandom?

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If you're an active Maid-Sama RPer, then please like or reblog this! 

I'm also looking for anyone interested in interacting my Misaki. Message me to discuss a starter!

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No. She couldn't allow something like her own personal problems to impact her performance at Maid Latte. It simply wouldn't be fair to the customers who depended on her to help brighten their day nor would it be acceptable to let down the rest of the staff there. They had a job to do and besides, that alien was going to be fine. It wasn't like he was still at the hospital... Although, he did look kind of pale the last time she laid eyes on him. Maybe something was wrong and him, in all his infinite wisdom, had decided to lie about his health. Fingers curled into a fist at the thought, though the look on her face mirrored that of person who was more than just concerned someone. Conflicting feelings were never fun to deal with and if Misaki was being completely honest with herself, she'd admit that just getting through the school day had worn her out even more than usual. Oh but that wasn't her style. She was Superman and had to stay focused. Everyone was depending on her! It just would've been nice if Takumi could stop creeping into her head. He was probably using some form of alien mind control on her.

The raven haired maid let out a small sigh as she adjusted a bow on the back of her maid uniform. This was all stupid Takumi's fault for having gotten himself hurt. She didn't tell him he had to help save Maid Latte but there he was by her side. He never made any sense with his constant teasing. He was horrible and yet... 

"Misa-chan?" Satsuki asked, her head tilted a bit to the side with a look of concern in her own eyes. "Are you okay? You know, if you need to take care of anything, then I'm sure one of the oth--"Both hands were quickly raised, palms showing as a smile was instantly plastered on Misaki's face. "No. I'm fine! Really!" she blurted out before the other maid could finish what she was saying. There was never any point in arguing with someone like her but that still didn't keep the manager from at least trying to make sure her friend was okay. The thing was that any sign of weakness was rarely, if ever shown. Misaki kept the smile on and eventually was allowed to get back to work with a lovely piece of cake in hand.

That's it. Just concentrate on the customers and don't worry about him, she told herself and was actually starting to feel better about Takumi. It wasn't like he would be stupid enough to leave his place. In fact, odds were that he was still sleeping. Yup. Probably passed out on the sofa and being a complete slacker. With that in mind, she could feel the tension slowly drift out of her body until all at once it came rushing back in. Muscles tightened and eyes grew wide. "It can't be," she growled under her breath, the smile on her face quickly turning into something much more forced and even a little scary. Misaki had to be seeing things. It was her mind playing tricks on her because of all that silly worrying she'd been doing just minutes ago. Shake it off, she chanted inside her head.

"Here you go, masters" she said far too sweetly to the three stooges whose table was right next to that figment of her imagination. "Please let me know if there's anything else I can get you."

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