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A wistful feeling overtakes Mumbo, He's unsure why.. He's been having a recurring dream of a man, one of whom he's never met.
Soft dark hair, tightly coiled and neat. A bright, almost royal blue vest, highlighting his dark skin.. an opening on the back of his vest and shirt for beautiful small white wings.
He doesn't know why this man keeps showing up in his dreams, or why they're always so… calming to him?
At first he thought it had to do with some magic, since he lives near some magic users, but none of them, that he knows of, seem to have a dream altering ability..
“Ughhhh..” Mumbo groans, alerting some of his co-workers of his stress around this dream
“Whats up with you, Mumbo?”
big ginger curls meet Mumbo's eyes before the face does, but he already knew who it was.
he sighs, “I've been having this absolutely… horrid dream.”He ties the back of his apron, “It just won't escape my mind!”
“Right, was it all gorey and junk?” The curls whipped back to show a green face, lined with a stitch going across the person's face. Cleo was doing a wiggly gesture with her hands.
“What? No –no! That sounds horrible..” Mumbo turns to look at Cleo, “It’s like– um.. how do I say this without seeming lonely–”
“Trust me, you do that enough as is.” Cleo cackles as they walk away
Today was going to be a long day, Mumbo could feel it.
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At the counter Mumbo was talking to a customer to get their order correctly. “You say you wanted… a sweet sugar cookie, medium, whipped cream, and… chocolate drizzle?”
The customer nods, pulling her card from her wallet.
“Alright, will that be it for you?”
the customer remains quiet for a few moments, maybe trying to recall if she does need anything else.
“You guys do breakfast stuff too right? Couldya maybe get me… a breakfast sammy?” The pink haired lady holds her card out waiting for mumbo to confirm
“Right! Okay, uhm.. we'll have that right out for you. Feel free to wait somewhere!” Mumbo scrambles behind the counter to start on the order.
The door opens and a bell goes off, Mumbo turns to look at who's came in
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Is this another dream? He came in, dark coiled hair, a blue sweater vest, beautifully brown eyes. He glanced around for the pink haired woman, well, mumbo thought so. The dream man (?) Walked over to the woman.
Mumbo's so awestruck, he must've been staring because the man turned and waved at him. A small awkward smile plastered against his face.
He raised his hand as to also wave, was his face red?.. His hands felt horribly clammy. Why was he so nervous over someone he's never met? Oh goodness.
“Psst, Mumbo–”
Mumbo jumped at the voice.
“Stop makin’ googoo eyes at the customers! Now, the order for… Lizzie, is done.” Cleo piped up.
“Err— uh‐ RIGHT! of course! I'll call that out.”
Mumbo's hands were shaking as he grabbed the drink and sandwich. He walks over to the pick up counter. Mumbo places the order down.
“Breakfast Sandwich and Sweet Sugar Cookie medium with whip cream and chocolate drizzle for Lizzie?”
Lizzie perks up and turns to walk towards the counter, he follows behind her. “Yay! Alrighty, here ya go Bigb!” she hands the man the sandwich. Bigb? Is that his name. Wow..
"Ayy, thank you lizzie!" He had such a soothing voice, he seemed so figured out. Or, well, thats only what Mumbo could assume. "Of course!!!" Lizzie looks at her phone. "I think Ren will be here soooon... Maybe?"
"Wow, you seem so unsure of yourself." Bigb chuckled.
"Ahem. Sorry– but please clear way for the counter." Mumbo glances towards the both of the individuals in front of him.
"Oh, oops sorry!" The pink haired woman grabs the man beside her hand and guides him away. As they move Mumbo catches a glimpse of Bigb's back. It was open in a diamond shape, bows (presumably) holding the vest together, and.. small white wings.