✌ arisubasukavu ✌ cantstandthecollins ✌ wantmykittyback ✌ thenamestink
♔ Honestly, he felt important. Not only had he been asked to open up shop today, but he was able to handle all the ingredients toting them around and making sure the chefs got enough -- and be the most pleasant Barista the world had ever seen. Currently, he had taken to carrying a rather large bag of flour, opening the door with his foot and navigated himself via senses. However, his vision was blocked so as soon as he turned, he tripped on the edge of a chair, and the bag went flying out his hands... and colliding right into a stranger, not only coating them, but his entire front, as well. "Fuck, fuck!" he yelled, rubbing at his eyes with his hand and tried to see through a white cloud. "Hey-- you okay? I didn't mean'ta--!"
