[OPEN] Coffee Time

[saudadist]

WHO: Lucy/Kaede, open
WHAT: Coffee shop things
WHERE: SynBucks Coffee (name pending)
WHEN: within the first week of arrival
WARNINGS: None so far, will update as needed!

[ Lucy's struck for what to do during her downtime. And, as much as she abhors the thought, what better way to kill time than by going to her day job? I mean, they gave her a civilian name and everything for a reason. Might as well use it to stave off boredom, right?

So throughout the week, anyone who happens to walk into a particular coffee shop will see Lucy, or Momiji Akagawa, doing her best to make complicated influencer orders or those adorable 3D latte foam animals. The key words here are "doing her best" because such artwork is a skill and skills take time to master.

Please do her a kindness and order a black coffee, a caramel macchiato, or any the sandwiches instead. ]

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[agnitio]

[ Look who is on his break?

In his arms, he carries in sweets from the shop that he works. A few lollipops are poking out of his mouth as he pushes his way into the coffee shop. ]

Hwah. Ouhi gurlie. [ Hey, oni girlie. His chin tips up as another greeting before crossing the short distance to plop some of the candy on the counter. He pauses before lifting his hand up to pull the other sweets out his mouth. Ignore the line of spit that comes with it, please. ]

I got a break. How about that, huh? I get some downtime at the Foundation, but ah-- [ He forgets people don't know what that means, or maybe he just doesn't care to assimilate that much. Probably a mixture of the two. Pavia assimilates in his own way and that is just acting like normal and complaining as usual. ] -- I got all these nice sweets to eat on my break.

So, what drink goes good with them? [ Yes, he's just showing his haul with no intention of sharing. ]

[saudadist]

[ She is bad with names most of the time, so her initial thought is "oh it's that guy" rather than his actual name. Come to think of it, did she even ever ask his name? She can't remember, but if he's ordering, there's an excuse.

His manners are appalling, though, and that's coming from someone who ordinarily wouldn't care in the slightest. That, and showing off all those sweets as if baiting her. Is this a grown man or a child?

Still, they hit it off well enough that she feels compelled to give him more of her patience than she might otherwise. ]

Bitter drinks go well with sweet things. They balance out and neither taste overstays its welcome.

[agnitio]

Hmmm.... an Americano, then. [ He breathes in sharp. ] Seems like you're getting along with your job.

[ Pavia points at the candies that he has scattered over the countertop. ] Look at these - they weren't much, either. Not enough to dent into that measly bit of money that they gave us to start. [ A pause as he takes a second to lick the lollipops. ] Though, can't say the quality as good as I've had, but --

[ A shrug follows. ] -- anyway, oni girlie, should have a tip... but anything I give tips into my sweets' reserve. So pick some of this cheap candy as your added pay. [ Could he just have offered without insulting her first and insinuating how little he had to pay for what he has? Yes. Did he want to? No. ]

[saudadist]

[ Americano, huh. She can do that. It's just espresso and water, albeit the latter has to be at just the right amount. Before she goes to make it, however, she stops to consider the candy he's laid out all over the counter. ]

Tips aren't necessary anyway... [ It's frowned upon in Japan, which is news to her. But then again, she's never exactly gone out to eat at places where it might come up. ]

[agnitio]

Huh?

[ He clicks his tongue. ] Fine, you don't get anything, then. [ His tone comes out sharper than intended, but when doesn't it? Instead, he flicks his finger to knock a few pieces of candy out of the pile. ]

Except for those. I got them, but I don't like the flavor. [ And he flashes a quick, smug smile. ]

[saudadist]

[ Infuriating. But hey, she'll take an out where she can get it. She has to make that Americano anyway. But as she heads over to the station and prepares a cup under the espresso machine, she pauses. ]

Don't just leave those on our counter. You need to take care of your own trash.

[agnitio]

They're being left.

[ He quips back. ]

Either you eat them or throw them out. I don't care.

[saudadist]

[ The temptation to mess up his order is sooooo strong right now. Too strong to ignore, really. Yet, she knows the manager will be keeping an eye out, so she behaves. ]

There's a trash can right next to you. You can throw them away yourself.

[agnitio]

I've gone object blind or whatever.

[ And he shoves the lollipops that had been chilling in his hand into his mouth. Leaning forward, he grabs onto the rest of the candy and tugs it forward to hold against his chest.

A long stare at the pieces that he got, before flicking another wrapped one on the counter. ]

[saudadist]

[ Her patience is thin. Thin as tissue paper, if we're being honest. Yet she still has the wherewithal to finish his Americano and brings it over to the counter. Her expression doesn't change out of that exasperated look even when she does so. ]

Which ones are you leaving here, then?

[agnitio]

I guess those, those, and those.

[ He tips his chin up a little as he indicates what he's leaving with each bob. It's various flavors - because he doesn't know what flavor that she actually likes. Tilting his head, he thinks actually three is too little a number to guess. Glancing over the pile in his arms, he flicks off about five more. ]

These, too. [ With the pile of cheap candy slightly lessened, he reaches out to pick up the coffee. ] I have object blindness so they don't exist anymore, got it? They don't exist anymore so I'm not picking them up.

[saudadist]

[ She hopes her shift ends soon. She knows it won't but she can hope. Futile as it is. Or if it doesn't end soon, she can at least have simple orders and less exhausting clientele.

But hey, if she's getting sweets out of this, even she can't grouch too much. But that little smile on her face means nothing despite her sweeping those candies into her apron pocket. ]

I guess so. Thanks for your patronage.

[agnitio]

You're welcome for it.

[ He leans forward slightly, laughter dancing in his eyes. It's the cheeky response that only he can give.

The arcanist takes a few steps back unwrapping and shoving candy into his mouth. It's enough to puff his cheeks out a little. He only pauses to down the drink that he was given like it was a shot - letting the hot, hot beverage wash over the candy.

And unlike the candies that he flicked onto the counter, the cup and wrappers tossed into the trash bin. He looks up, cheeks full like a chipmunk, and tilts his head to the side. His eyes close as he nods - deciding to agree that the bitterness is good with the sweets.

He lifts a hand up to wave goodbye, and starts to shuffle out. ]

[saudadist]

[ Lucy watches Pavia step back and try out the coffee. It almost feels like she's watching a comedy act with hidden cameras, honestly. It's the puffed out cheeks and way he downs the espresso that really sells that idea.

But hey, he's satisfied and out the door, so who is she to complain? ]

So weird.