Nisemono has done the job of a waiter and a barista for 12 different people in less than an hour. He would make sure this person was his last today. He wipes his hands on his apron and just gets creamer powder on his fingers.
He was slouched over behind the front counter, and had to look up to make up for their difference in inches. Incredible. This person really is dressed the part of the obnoxious and shitty customer to Nisemono’s begrudging over qualified barista. Did they rehearse that glare in the mirror too. What do they expect, the passive service worker treatment with extra sugar. ‘Yes sir. And while I’m at it, should your hot chocolate be steamed in salt water from my tears too.’
He takes off his apron neutrally, and grabs a sliding chair just the same. He has a feeling this will be his last day here. He swivels left and right for the chocolate powder and ‘the biggest cup he can manage’ respectively. By the way, that’s called a venti or L. Someone who wants things quick should know that.
“You know,” he says with a stop at the end, as if it were a whole sentence. He doesn’t ask them if what kind of milk they want, because Nisemono likes whole milk in his drinks. Before he heats it, he finally clarifies as to you know ‘what’: “If you spent as much time as you just did waiting in line making the drink yourself, it would have been done by now. But you wouldn’t do that, right, because that would also require waiting…”
Nisemono doesn’t have anything to fill that trail off with. When he finishes making the drink, he does add extra sugar. In the form of chocolate powder on top of the foam, as is customary. This sweetness isn’t matched in his eyes. He finally glares right back. Scoots backwards in his chair, and puts the price of the drink on the counter. Then drinks half of it.
“Anyway. I’m on break.” He wipes his face. “Bye.” It’s a shame this person would be the last one he’d see before he was fired.
THIS GUY HAD AN ATTITUDE , but then again , so did mello . he ‘ d let the barista bitch at him -- he was trying to stay under the radar -- well , as much as someone like him could .
at least until the fucking son of a bitch drank his goddamn chocolate !!! he slammed a gloved hand onto the counter and vaulted over it , grabbing the guy by the throat and punching him square in the face . well fuck , there goes ‘ under the radar ’ . he eyed the cup with a scowl before picking it up and dumping it on the guy ‘ s head -- it wasn ‘ t like he was going to drink it now . of course , the damn shop definitely had cameras . . . double fuck .
he dashed out the door and jumped into the car , “ we ‘ re gonna have the cops on us in a second , ” he said , and when matt didn ‘ t move fast enough , he shouted into his ear “ drive fucker , drive ! ”
matt shot him a glare but did as told -- he didn ‘ t need a gun shoved in his face again . heh , he had to be the most fearless guy on the face of the fucking planet to be able to work with mello . the blonde was part feral cat part atomic fucking bomb .
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