#purple haired garbear

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                       Maro was humming a tune while waiting in line at the coffee shop, twirling his white cane with his fingers. He was doing that until he felt it come into contact with something soft. Something soft like a tummy.

                                                                              ...Oh shit, he hit someone.

                        'holy shit, shit! i'm so sorry! are you okay? did i hit you too hard? oh man, i'm so sorry!'

[devourtheimpolite]

More guests are being served

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purple-haired-garbear

eon-keel

The day had only just begun, and he already seemed to have some guests. It was unusual, perhaps even unheard of, that he would have people over for breakfast. Perhaps they were lost, and in need of direction?

Regardless, he would answer the door, not wishing to leave anybody outside waiting.

"Good morning," he spoke. "May I help you?"