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PhiferWolf rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 10:47 am
< Ignore the Roll >
The boil stood there at the counter, staring down at the apparatus that looked back with a distasteful gleam. Covered in dust, slime, and webs, clearly it did not get much love and it was clearly upset with everyone because of it. Slipping off his dark jacket and draping it over a nearby chair, the demon rucked up his Carolina blue button up and getting to work. The internship was a method for him to get his foot into a door, any door that would take him as a hire. People start at the bottom, even if they are high-born, it is how they learn, adapt, and survive to become better. Brewing coffee was a menial job, but it was something he was quite adept in; he had his coffee addictions. Cleaning the brew-o-matic 5000 wasn't difficult - a little water did the job right. Patting the machine, he looked down at the slip for his first order of business. He knew there were creeple behind him. He knew they wanted coffee as it was the life blood for just about anyone to get on with their days. He had the same penchant. Rolling his shoulders, he took the first order among the line of creeple.
"What do you want."
Never a question. His brow raised when the first person in line recoiled at his gruff voice and his glare.
Must have been his brows.
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PhiferWolf rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 10:55 am
Skeletal Iced Coffee, p-please! the customer requested as he dug into his pocket for the necessary seeds to pay for it. Uru did not pay him any mind, his back already turned - shirt stretched over his back, moving as his arms worked with the ingredients on the counter. Opening the fridge and grabbing the milk, kicking it with his foot, jerking the ice bucket open to scoop a half a cup of ice forgoing the proper process of using the metal scoop. Placing it below the spout, the demon pressed the button with a growl when the machine gave a whirr. Uru huffed, patting the brew-o-matic 5000 when it finally decided to comply and dispense the liquid.
Opening the drawers, he pulled a few objects that looked like phalanges and crushing them with his bare hands into the cup itself. Capping and shaking it before placing it on the counter. Wiping his hands on his nice, dark dress pants, he held out his hand.
"Skeletal Iced Coffee."
The man dropped the seeds into the proffered hand, taking his cup and quickly leaving.
Was that a yelp?
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PhiferWolf rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 11:06 am
Blood Milk The woman spoke, her elbows falling onto the counter, leaning over it with a wry smile. Uru gave her a raised brow before turning around to work on it. Steamed she added - no, cooed from behind him. He hummed a confirmation as he knelt to the fridge to find the curdled blood milk. He wasn't sure he was the only one working here, but he preferred it. No one was in his way, no one talking to him, no one getting the orders wrong. He knew what he was doing, he could do this all day. If he had wanted to. Tapping the brew-o-matic 5000, he waited for the nozzle to give the loud whistle before placing the cup underneath it and allowed it to work. The steam filling up and spilling free, his skirt slinging to him and the white undershirt underneath. Did not phase him at all. Topping the steamed beverage with certain spices, he capped it and placed it on the counter with an offered hand.
"Steamed Blood Milk."
She smiled, slipping the seeds into his palm with a delayed touch of her fingers along his own. Did she just wink?
Uru huffed before shouting over her shoulder. "Next."
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PhiferWolf rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 11:12 am
Skeletal Soda came a young boil and his mother. She did not seem too attentionate, but the boil was smiling ear to ear. The mother seemed like she was only getting something quick, something she needed to do before she had to rush off somewhere. Which was alright by this demon as he leaned into the display case and procured the beverage among the others. He noticed that the boil was against the glass, watching as his fingers wrapped around the bottleneck and pulled it free as if some kid watching one of those toy crane machines that no one ever wins (and waste of money). Rolling his eyes, Uru placed it on the counter.
"Skeletal Soda."
Could we also get... The woman rattled off a few other items, all that did not require him to prepare. Back into the display case again, he retrieved them one - by - one and packaged them neatly as was recommended by the employment.
"Will that be it?"
A question. The woman nodded and put everything into her bag, paid him handsomely, with a clattering of a tip to before thanking and leaving.
Someone needed to come in and take his place because he was needing a lunch break and a cup of coffee himself.
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