♠Zeno Dowele♠
☼ There was a soft buzzing that invaded his dreams and he curled up into a tight ball, trying to will away the insistent buzzing. He just wanted to sleep the day away, why did his alarm insist he had to wake up and go to work? What did it want from him? With a soft gasp the jackalope sat up and grabbed his oval-shaped glasses from his bedside, bolting out of his bed soon after. He pulled out a white long-sleeved, button up shirt and rusted-red pants and tie, which he lay down on his bed, being careful not to wrinkle the fabric, before he moved into his bathroom for a quick shower. Once he got out, Zeno returned his glasses to his face and ran a brush through his wild, fluffy hair, not even bothering to try to tame it, while he opened draws under his sink in search for his contacts, so he wouldn’t have to wear his glasses, he hated them. However he was forced to wear the corrective lenses when he looked up at his clock and saw he had about twenty minutes to finish getting dressed and get to work.
Ten minutes later, the blonde was dressed and running out of his apartment, down the stairs and onto the street, thank god he lived on the same street as the cafe, or he really would be late. Bursting through the back door he grabbed a apron from a hook by the door, the same rusty red as his tie and slacks, and pulled it over his head, being careful not to catch it on his antlers, before tying the string behind his back. “Sorry I’m late Mister Onna. I lost my contacts and had to dig around for my glasses, or I’d have been blind.” A small lie, but it wouldn’t hurt anyone. He turned to smile apologetically at the manager and noticed another man with him, a black-haired catboy. “Oh, is this the new manager?” ☼