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caesar zeppeli was in many ways like a thunderstorm. abrupt, loud, and gone, quickly.

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He’d be back. They always come back. Especially when Caesar was the one making the peppermint mochas ... His specialty was, well, specialties! Talk about a mundane power to have.

“You too, Dio -- Enjoy your coffee!”

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@unknown-hierophant is out of luck because we just ran out of cherry syrup.

“Are you kidding me? I JUST replaced the syrup -- Give me a moment, please, I’ll be right with you!”

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“The big one, of course.” He grinned. There was no reason to contain himself. Right now Diego wasn’t able to discern the blonde’s expression, but he could feel his stare. It wasn’t surprising the slightest considering his current form.

Not only the jockey was used to these kind of reactions, but he liked them. Most people would try to ignore his inhuman parts, desperately pretending nothing was wrong, confusion ad sometimes fear blatantly painted on their faces and voices.   And Dio loved to plague them even more, acting as if  nothing was wrong or, on the opposite, doing his best to make it clear he wasn’t totally human.

“ The tail?”

Diego asked nonchalantly, twitching it more.     “ It’s a secret, let’s just say it’s a natural talent. “ He said vaguely, before adding : “ if you like it that much,there is way I could give you something of similar…”  His grin grew larger than before, revealing  teeth that were slowly getting sharper and sharper…

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Oh-hoh no you don’t, pal. If only his job would let him express something other than blatant, unending cheerfulness. He keeps his gaze at the blonde’s face but he can’t help but glance at the .. What the fuck? No way, no way was he going to relive high school again. Those were dark, dark times. Dark times that involved fuzzy creatures.

“Uh, no, I’m good, thanks. Had enough of that business when I was in school.” What the hell? Did this guy have his teeth worked on too? He was hardcore, that was for sure. “So! The biggest cappuccino we have, foooor ...?”

He crosses his arms ever so lightly, even if internally he wants to scream. A natural talent? What was that supposed to mean? So he could -- Apparently make really convincing lizard tails, and he got body mods? Talk about weird.

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“Insufferable Fuckweasel it is. I know someone with a very similar name to that, but don’t tell my boss I said that.” He winks at her and writes the name down, when you’ve been working at Starbucks for a few years? Well ….

He IS snickering under his breath, though. Very, very slightly. “Alright Ms. Fuckweasel, your total is 6.25.”

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Pat keeps giggling, encouraged by the snickering. She likes him already and she doesn’t even know his name.

She hands him the money and gives him a two dollar tip. “What’s your name? My actual name’s Pat Suzuki and you seem like a good dude to hang out with.”

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“Caesar Zeppeli. Thanks, kiddo -- Would you believe me if I said I was even more of a sarcastic person outside of my Hellish work environment?”

Ah yes! Gotta get that cash, man.

“Though, I think that’s the standard for every retail worker, now that I think about it.”

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D-i-o. Written as per usual in his looping handwriting, along with ‘pepper mocha,’ so he knows what to start mixing into the coffee. Dio’s attitude doesn’t deter Caesar from smiling sweetly, making sure that his lips stayed curled up at the sides. The customer is always right, after all!

“I have to ask about that name, since I’m from Italy, you know. It’s very … eloquent and I think it suits you.” Rings up his purchase, sliding the receipt and a pen over to him as he begins to work on that mocha!

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“Uh…yeah, thanks.”

Dio took the pen and signed the receipt, his signature written in cursive with his last name, a well written and smooth signature as he returned the receipt and the pen. This guy was really…bright. He hadn’t seen such a bright personality since…

He walked away and waited, taking a seat at one of the tables as he took out his phone. Just to do anything to distract himself from the forming line and voices of the people.

He just wanted his coffee…

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It didn’t take too long for Caesar to finish up his mocha - Since there was a line forming and he’d been working here for so long, he knew how to make coffee pretty quick.

“Peppermint Mocha for Dio!”

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Thank you for understanding. Retail is Hell. Please save me. He writes ‘ches. prail. latte’ on the cup and snags one of the cakepops, looking over the rim of his electric blue glasses at her once again.

“And … your name? Your total will be up in a second, but I gotta say - You have good taste. Those peppermint cakepops are some of my favorites in the entire display.”

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“Ah-Ah really? Thank you!” Pat was a giant sucker for complements of any kind. Although part of her felt that he was just saying it to be nice and not because he meant it. Pat was always quick to discredit any positive attention she got. At asking her name, she grinned and couldn’t stop giggling as she said the name.

“Insufferable Fuckweasel.” Pat always liked to be called stuff like that.

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“Insufferable Fuckweasel it is. I know someone with a very similar name to that, but don’t tell my boss I said that.” He winks at her and writes the name down, when you’ve been working at Starbucks for a few years? Well ....

He IS snickering under his breath, though. Very, very slightly. “Alright Ms. Fuckweasel, your total is 6.25.”

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@thebestshxt would probably like the cake pops.

“Man, kids these days just keep getting shorter – Anyways! What can I get you? You have an idea, or should I just kind of recommend coffee until you say, stop, that one! I really need that one in my life.”

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Pat had the immediate impulse to snap at the man over the comment about her height, but remembered he was a retail worker and probably took a lot of shit. He didn’t deserve to get yelled at over a comment like that. She sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and and took a moment to calm down, and tapped the glass at the peppermint cake pop.

“I’d like one of these, please? The peppermint cake pop. Also the chestnut praline latte, too.”

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Thank you for understanding. Retail is Hell. Please save me. He writes ‘ches. prail. latte’ on the cup and snags one of the cakepops, looking over the rim of his electric blue glasses at her once again.

“And ... your name? Your total will be up in a second, but I gotta say - You have good taste. Those peppermint cakepops are some of my favorites in the entire display.”

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@deriision​ needs more caffeine, who doesn’t?

“Now you, you look like a regular. What kind of coffee am I making for you to-day, ma’am?”

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“I look like a regular? Well, that’s new.” Not that she was denying his word of course. “Just a Caffè Misto please.”

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“You got it. Large? Small? In between? Trust me - I’ve been working here long enough to spot the regulars.”

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D-i-o. Written as per usual in his looping handwriting, along with ‘pepper mocha,’ so he knows what to start mixing into the coffee. Dio’s attitude doesn’t deter Caesar from smiling sweetly, making sure that his lips stayed curled up at the sides. The customer is always right, after all!

“I have to ask about that name, since I’m from Italy, you know. It’s very ... eloquent and I think it suits you.” Rings up his purchase, sliding the receipt and a pen over to him as he begins to work on that mocha!

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@inhumanus-regalis must be craving a peppermint mocha.

D…Did vampires like coffee? Why else would this one be in Starbucks, of all places?

“Can I interest you in trying our specialty today, stranger? It’s a lovely peppermint mocha, since you know, it’s November and that means I need to start making Christmas-themed drinks.”

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“…well, I guess that sounds fine. I’m not picky when it comes to coffee…”

The vampire only rubbed at the back of his neck, not knowing how to cover up his first time experience in ordering coffee. Usually the short kid got it for him or his friend did, if he had known what the hell was going on it would definitely make his life easier.

“I’ll take the special then…I guess.”

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“One special coming right up! You look a little lost, hm? First time ordering coffee for yourself, or am I just too charming?”

He is joking of course, but flirting even if causally never hurt anyone, right? Everyone liked compliments.

“Either way, I’m going to need your name so I know who to call out for when I’ve finished it.”

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@deriision​ needs more caffeine, who doesn’t?

“Now you, you look like a regular. What kind of coffee am I making for you to-day, ma’am?”

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@thebestshxt would probably like the cake pops.

"Man, kids these days just keep getting shorter -- Anyways! What can I get you? You have an idea, or should I just kind of recommend coffee until you say, stop, that one! I really need that one in my life."

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@inhumanus-regalis must be craving a peppermint mocha.

D...Did vampires like coffee? Why else would this one be in Starbucks, of all places?

“Can I interest you in trying our specialty today, stranger? It’s a lovely peppermint mocha, since you know, it’s November and that means I need to start making Christmas-themed drinks.”

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@dio-saurs entered the shop..?

But of course, he had to stare. Was that a tail? Well - It was 2015, wasn’t it? Caesar’s brows, though risen, don’t give away to the thoughts in his head. Ok, play it cool. Furries are cool, right? Who cared what they did, but holy shit - A real one, in his Starbucks.

“… What can I get for you?”

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It wasn’t like he could see much- right now any motionless object was a bit too blurry - but the smell was delicious .A wonderful mixture of Coffee and cacoa’s aromas filled the whole room. And that was a clear indication that was the right place.

His tail me swaying slightly as he walked, Diego approached who he supposed to be the cashier

“Hi.”

He smiled widely,maybe a bit too widely .” I’d love to have one of your Cappuccino”

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“Sure thing, uh, pal. You want that in a big size or a small size or ... right in between?”

Don’t stare. Don’t stare ... But he had a tail, and it looked pretty real, so he can’t tear his gaze from it, no matter how much he wants to! And those teeth? Was his skin cracking or was it makeup? Goodness gracious.

“And I uh - your tail is kinda neat. What’d you make it out of?”

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When she laughs, he curls his own lips into a sideways, dazzling little smile. Ringing up her purchase, he doesn’t think much of her money situation, maybe her parents were rich or something. Kids these days with thier instant-grams and their selfi – Wait. That wasn’t what HE thought, that was what his past life thought. The grumpy old man that he was.

“Hey - Your hands are shaking, bambino. Here’s a little charm to go with your coffee, free of charge to make you feel confident and strong, yeah?”

When he hands her the cup of hot black coffee, there’s a little hairclip under his palm, a soft pastel pink in color, with little pastel white polka-dots.

“Wear it often and you’ll feel right as rain.”

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“Ah!” It’s so cute. Her eyes are practically shinning when she sees the hair clip. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to have this?” Ryota’s already sipping at her coffee, while holding the little clip in her free hand examining the clip while waiting on conformation. She’d hate for him to get in trouble over something like this.

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“Of course, kiddo. It’s my clip - It’s mine to give away, yeah?”

He smiles again and curls her hand around the clip, he had many like it so it didn’t really matter - But a girl like this, she needed a confidence booster, no?

“Come back soon, kiddo. I’ll be here.”