Timmy glanced at the smooshed pastry on the floor in woe. That styff is so hard to get completly out He thought to hiself. As he stared at it, tryig to figure how to go about removing it from the lenolium, he noticed the shape smooshed into the cake, which brought up some rebelious thoughts, which were promptly murdered by his mental KGB. He shook him self and began to scrape the large remains into a trashcan and mop the floor relatively clean. I think I need as much thearapy as Moto.
Rebi practically fell into a chair as now the fatigue took her over. Who knew that running around so much would wear this girl out? The brunette leaned back in the chair, her eyes now straying. She never noticed how full this place now was. "Phew.." Rebi sighed, her hands tapping on her thigh.
She then watched Timmy clean up the mess she had made, making her struck with guilt. "I'm sorry, Timmy!" Rebi called, as he mopped the floor.
Timmy was startled out of his thoughts by Rebi's call. "Hn? Eh, it's alright, cleaning is my job, isn't it?" He replyed, picking up his utensils and survaying his work. "I blame Moto anyway," he stated with a glare twords the kitchen, "If she didn't work you so hard you wouldn't be so tired and unfocused."
Moto cackled evily over her newest creation. Her eyes shone with a crazed gleam as she carassed the sides of the plate her pastry was on. She saw a curious customer look strangely at her from the window. She blinked and waved sheepishly, coming out of her daze.
"IT'S DONE! AHAHAHA! SOMEONE COME AND GET THE ORDER! AHAHAHA!"
She set the crepe quickly onto the window counter and dashed off into her pantry to hide.
Rebi shook her head slightly as Timmy talked about her older sister. "Oh it's not her fault! I should take more care of myself. I know Moto doesn't mean any harm." The waitress then shifted in her seat as Moto's call had boomed through the shop. "I'll be there!" Rebi had called as she pushed herself off her seat. The waitress walked over to the window and grabbed the plate. "I'm on it...Moto?" Rebi tilted her head in question as she saw Moto retreat into the pantry. "Moto?"
"I wouldn't try, she's having one of those 'Yarg! I R PASTRY GAWD!!!11shiftone' moments. She should be back to 'normal' in a few minutes." Timmy stated as he retreated once more to the supply closet. "Sometimes I wonder how it's legal that she be in a kitchen with lots of sharp, pointy objects at her disposal." Timmy mumbbled to himself sith a slight shiver.
The brunette shrugged as she took the plate, and quickly took it to the awaiting customer. Rebi smiled as she placed the plate on the table and walked away. "You need to stop being mean to my sister, Timmy. She's trying to run this shop efficiently, which might make her a bit uneasy."
"Eh," He shruged "to each his own." He responded and walked to the kitchen. "'Ey Moto! What else am I supposed to do? If ya can't think of something I'll wait tables, Rebi should have a break." He appealed to the unstable brunet in the kitchen.
Rebi walked up behind Timmy, and over heard what he said and what had Moto said. "Um..Okay." The waitress stated in a worried tone, her hands gripping to the bottom of her skirt. "I didn't want to be a burden.."
When Moto said 'close', Rebi gleamed," Can we party after?"
Timmy jumped only slightly when he heard the other femal's voice right behind him. "Your no burden, I'd just rather you not fall again and hurt yourself. Plus, you don't force yourself on people like someone I know." *coughMotocough* He said to her with a mischievous grin behind Moto's back. "A party sounds good too. But I'm not going to sing" he added.