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Rin was rather irritated. And were he to be honest, he was quite entitled to be. Not only was he doomed to work a customer service job as both an introvert and someone who's despises being forced to socialize, but he wasn't even good at his job.
I really want to go home. The money isn't worth it. Even with such thoughts in his head, he continued on to his next coffee- a mocha frappe with six pumps of syrup and extra whipped cream. Even thinking of the of the order drained his soul.
A NPC walked in. It was a shame, he’d just managed to clear out the backlog of monstrosities he was barely being paid to make- he was looking forward to a small break.
On second look, the man wasn't exactly a normal NPC- he had long blond hair, and his clothes were stained with what rin can only assume is paint.
“You're pretty cute. Give me your number?”
Huh? Rin took his order, not sure if he’d heard the man right. I mean, the man was inordinately handsome- not handsome, utterly beautiful. It was bold, proud, and was not unlike the countenance of a devil. His toffee skin complimented the blond hair and pink highlights well- it gave off a sense of passion. Also lust.
Was he serving a lust demon? Rin loathed the thought. Just because the man was somewhat not that bad looking, doesn't give him the excuse to just- say something like that!
So, Rin was utterly perplexed when upon passing the office worker his black coffee with a definitely unhealthy amount of sugar, he thought to himself, this tan bastard decided to push it.
“So, you gonna give me your number? I'm waiting~”
There's no way. This jackass- what was he thinking? I’ll kill him. Rin passed the coffee to the worker’s hand. “Thank you, please come again!”
Empty words, a formality. Still, they served their purpose.
The office worker, seemingly understanding, cracked a grin, nodded, and sat in a chair to nurse his coffee without further inquiry.
What kind of a weirdo asks someone for their number on meeting them? And just one coffee? And he's sitting down? This jackass. Rin walked over.
“Hello, sir, but policy is that you have to buy some food with your drink to sit down.”
“Perhaps I have some… cake.”
“Please come to the counter and order whichever cake you’d like to habe”
“Oh, I’ll come alright~”
Could I get away with poisoning his drink? Fuck him.
Fuck poisoning his drink. The way he acts, if I ask him to fight behind the cafe, he’ll accede.
Damn it, a perfectly neutral day ruined by some jackass with a tan.
And those concluded the thoughts Rin thought to himself as he awaited the office worker’s selection of cake- seriously, could this highlights faggot take any longer???
This was worse than having to entertain isagi and bachira’s antics in trying to make him go outside-
I'm not some charity case to socialize and put on a pedestal, lukewarms.
Seriously, the only things they were good for to Rin was in football, where they made very good opponents. That was the limit to the praise he’d give them.
i̶s̶a̶g̶i̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶s̶s̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶h̶i̶r̶a̶'̶s̶ ̶a̶r̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶f̶r̶a̶n̶k̶l̶y̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶t̶h̶t̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶. Rin didn't ruminate on the topic any longer.
He had a highlights lukewarm to handle.
“I've decided! I want a…”
The highlights lukewarm looked up at rin with a grin. Rin pointedly scowled.
This lukewarm, don't you dare. I don't know what you're going to ask, but don't you dare let it leave your mouth.
“A slice of your cake~”
Rin had to forcibly restrain himself from punching that highlights bastard right then and there.
Seriously, what the fuck? Fuck him, saying something like that out of the blue. What happened to decency? I've had the grace to not call you a slur to your face for your behavior, I swear to sae in heaven I’ll beat you to a pulp, I’ll destroy you, mash you into pulp, grind you into dust, until the very sparks beg for mercy, I’ll kill you-
“Just kidding~ ah, I’ll have the tiramisu, thank you~”
Rin glared at him pointedly throughout the entire serving. His coworker, a lukewarm but otherwise rather agreeable country boy named Nanase, looked at him with enough concern to almost make rin feel bad. Almost.
Rin was particularly satisfied with how the highlights bitch paid for the tiramisu with not-so-veiled rage, presumably at having been given a death glare that would kill most for the duration of his meal.
“Hey, eyelashes, you wanna go? I have time. Go out?”
“Yeah let’s fucking go- go out?”
Rin blinked, having been on the verge of jumping over the counter and beating The highlighter bastard’s ass black and blue ( far, far superior to that acrid neon pink ), having been halfway through a happy dance in celebration of getting to whoop ass.
So he was understandably confused when Shidou asked him ‘out’.
Does he want to fight outside or something?
“Out on a date, yeah? What did you think I meant?”
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