#therearenopancakeshere

[hip-cafe-barista]

NOTICE ME DAMN IT

[hip-cafe-barista]

♥ ✖

Pulling his counterpart closer to him by his vest, he quickly smashed his own lips against his clone's, forcing him into a heated kiss. When he finally released him, he dipped his head down to suck harshly on his neck, forming a clear bruise on the skin.

[producersanaehanekoma]

Therearenopancakeshere has entered WildKat

Hanekoma had just finished serving coffee to a customer, when another walked in. "I'll be with you in a sec-" He saw the man. "Or maybe not."

[hip-cafe-barista]

"Happy birthday, brother."

"Thank ya kindly, brother. It's really a shame that we don't share birthdays or else we could've celebrated together."

[hip-cafe-barista]

"Happy Valentine's Day, brother." The Angel gives him a soft kiss.

Grinning pleasantly, the Angel returned the affection in the form of a loose hug before murmuring the greeting in kind. "Happy Valentine's Day."

[federgraux]

@therearenopancakeshere

It so happens that a poor scatter-brained boy found himself in front of a familiar cafe he never believed he would pay a visit ever again. Somehow, without really knowing why, he was nervous. If he would gather up the courage and finally make the move to push open the door, he didn't knew what he was supposed to say. Or how he would be greeted. But Joshua guessed he stand there for too long already and decided that he could just easily run if the situation wasn't to his liking. Right, that was a good plan. He pushed open the door and looked around before seating himself on a chair. "Mr. Hanekoma? Are you there?" Which was a crazy question in itself. He was usually always there when the cafe was open.

[bebopshark]

abbandonare started following you

therearenopancakeshere started following you

[SHARK ON THE PROWL] [SHARK ON THE PROWL] [SHARK ON THE PROWL]

[FOOD DETECTED]

[PREPARE TO BE EATEN]

[MUFFLED JAWS THEME PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND]

[hip-cafe-barista]

When the Clockwork Turns in Reverse (Past!AU Open rp)

The state of Shibuya approximately one hundred years ago was quite rougher than its modern-day equivalent. Ravaged by two different wars in a row, Japan as a whole was in a sorry state of affairs compared to its rising former glory. The civilians that had not been drafted into the army, mainly women and children, did what they could to survive, living off of what meager supplies the soldiers left them with before stealing what they had acquisitioned back from the corpses of the slain once the vultures had begun to have their fill.

It was in this war-split landscape that one boy in particular spent his life- if you could call such an existence that. The ten-year-old version of Sanae Hanekoma had grown used to the bloodshed that seemed to have happened all around him his entire life, not fazed by the recently-killed bodies in the clearing near himself. Legs tucked beneath himself, he wasn't paying attention to the flies beginning to gather at the corpses, choosing instead to focus on the package he had nicked from one of the fallen.

He had opened it without a second thought, knowing the sight of war rations by heart at this point. Burying his little fingers into the rice nestled within, he hungrily shoveled the food into his mouth. He hardly cared about the mess he caused while eating, instead glancing through his dark mop of hair for any possible threats that one such as himself might come across in the surrounding landscape.