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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:19 pm
[note]: This was a Skype rp with screamingshark, I'm posting Desalt's parts as well.
It wasn't the first time he'd been to this cafe. He'd come here a few weeks before, on a whim, and had been pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food... but mostly he kept returning when he had a free hour once a week so that he could see a certain someone. He'd managed to garner that the grimm/chimera hybrid's name was Desalt, and that he was only there some of the time, but that was about it. But oh, he wanted to know more. There was just. Something about this guy that drew him in.
On this visit, he settled himself into one of the tables in the back with a... decent view of the kitchen. He... couldn't hlep but feel maybe a little like a creeper with this sort of behavior but...! He was just working up the courage to actually say something! Yeah! That's all.... that... wasn't creepy right...? He sighed to himself and settled on what it was he wanted to order this time...
Just another night at this cafe. Normally the evenings were nice and quiet but tonight they were severely understaffed. So, Desalt, the kind, if not intimidating to look at, Grimm/chimera that he was, was also waiting tables. He shuffles out of the kitchen, just another trip to a table that refused to be pleased no matter what he did. Still he remained calm and complied to all of their complaints, no matter how aggravating. He spots the familiar green demon/imp that stops by on most of his shifts and nods in his general direction, not paying any more mind to him however until he gets to his table.
"Hey. What can I get you?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:22 pm
It seemed the place was a lot busier than usual- or at least... that there weren't as many servers? He hadn't seen the one that usually ended up serving him, anyway. He'd been so lost in looking at the menu that he hadn't seen Desalt approach until he was already speaking. He glanced up, opening his mouth to speak as if to ask a question, and then... right back to the menu. Oh gods. He glanced over again- just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Nope. There he was. Right there. Asking what he wanted. Oh god.
"O-oh, uh--" He stumbled over himself for a second - oh how embarrassing - and then cleared his throat before looknig back up with a much more calm smile than he'd been behaving a second earlier. "I was hoping maybe you could recommend something? I'm trying to... branch out! Ahaha..." Nailed it.
He raises an eyebrow at how nervous the kid was acting. Straightening when he finally relaxes and waits patiently until he asks for recommendations. "What have you tried here?" No sense in giving him recommendations if some of them he's already tried
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:23 pm
He blinked, nevousness creeping back in. "Ah, oh, I've had uh..." He paused to look at the menu, then recited a few different entrees, and then looked back up to him. "Kind of all over the place, I know.." Gods he hoped he said something that would give him an opportuntiy to maybe.. ask a question? Or something??? He was good with questions. Okay, well, he was good at getting other people to talk about themselves, not so much the other way around. This... was not going very well.
Desalt nods and lists off the only foods he would eat here, namely the ones he's in charge of. "Most of those go well with coffee or tea." nods back to the menu for their drinks. He might come off a bit monotone but it's just the routine.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:26 pm
Kirket nodded, listening and reading over the descriptions.... He settled on one of the ones Desalt mentioned, and then glanced back at the drinks. "I think... I'd like a caramel latte, with that, please." He smiled a little. Ah well..... this wasn't going to be the interaction where he actually got to know him, it seemed. Then again he supposed it had been kind of foolish to think that he would, the guy was working after all! Rude. Rude Kirket.
Desalt nods and writes it down. "Would that be all?" He silently hopes this kid won't pose a problem, but really he didn't look the type. He looks off to the side for a moment when he hears a kid shriek and spots some soup on the floor. Of course. He sighs. "Hold that thought, I need to clean that up."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:27 pm
He opened his mouth to say yes, that would be all, but the shriek caught his attention. Ears perked to full height, he leaned over to see what was going on... oh, poor thing- that soup must have hurt. He glanced up to Desalt, and then nodded. "Oh, it's okay, take your time. I'll be here... ahaha." Of course he'd be there. He cursed himself mentally and sat back in his chair with a sigh to himself, ears dropping. What an idiot.
Quickly cleaning up the mess, he gets the kid a drink and pats their head. Once set he walks back over to Kirket and cracks his neck before he pulled out the note pad once more. "Sorry about that. Is there anything else you want?" He notices he has some soup on his arm but ignores it for now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:28 pm
He watched, at least partly-- he seemed nice enough with the kid....... but was that because he was working or because he liked kids? Hm... As soon as he was done, Kirket leaned right back into place and busied himself with fiddling with the sugar packets on the table. No he deeeefinitely hadn't been watching. Nope. He blinked up at Desalt once he returned -- was that... soup? Without really thinking about it he picked up his napkin and just-- dabbed at it a little. Oh no. OH NO WHY DID HE DO THAT??? As soon as he realized what he was doing, he jerked his hand back. "AH- Um, n-n-no! I'm good! Hahaha, so--sorry I just-- noticed you had some soup.......... on you arm............"
He blinks a bit and smirks slightly. "Thanks. I'll be back with your order." He pockets the little notebook and heads back into the kitchen, feeling he should make this meal a tad more special then normal for the jumpy bean.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:29 pm
"O--okay th-thank you...." He sighed, then as soon as Desalt was out of view, promptly laid his head down on the table. Completely unprofessional and incredibly childish but oh Gods that was a stupid thing to have done! Even if... he did get a smirk out of it. But was it a "this kid is so stupid" smirk or....? He'd definitely have to talk to Ava about this later- there was absolutely no way he could handle this by himself anymore.
He makes the meal and takes a page out of one of his Co-workers. A simple gesture right? it's just a phone number and really your therapist said you needed more friends so...this is how friends work right? He shrugs to himself and finishes the latte before he brings it out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:31 pm
Just as he heard someone coming, he sat upright, nervously looking around to make sure it wasn't Desalt-- but oh gods. It was. As if he hadnt' made fool enough of himself! He'd really just. Need to eat fast and leave. And probably never return. Honestly it was probably for the best if he just gave this whole shenanigan up- it wasn't like he was getting anywhere with it...
He offered him a small smile, and leaned back a little as he set the food down. "Thank you...! That was very fast."
'Please step away quickly I just want to get out of here before I really make a fool of myself....'
Desalt sets the food down in front of him and then the drink. "It's slow tonight, despite how much I'm running around." He shrugs and leans back. "Let me know if you need anything else." With that he waits for his response.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:32 pm
Kirket nodded a bit, and then immediately shook his head. "Ah- I'm okay, thank you. I'll let you know. I-It does seem a bit shorthanded here today, huh?" Oh gosh darnit Kirket. He sighed internally, cursing his choice of words there. Why oh why did he comment on them being shorthanded!? What if he took it the wrong way?? Ugh. "I MEAN-- n-not that you aren't doing a good job! I think you are!" Nine he could drop dead right there and it wouldn't be half as embarrassing as this was........
He shrugs and shakes his head. "Everyone was conveniently sick. But at least this place isn't happening right now." He looks around and spots some other couple coming in. "That's my cue. Call me over if you need anything." And off he goes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:33 pm
Kirket could only nod, and wait for him to leave before emitting a long sigh.... He then started on his meal, which was... ridiculously good. Had he eaten something this nice from this cafe before? As he went to pick up his latte for a drink, he noticed the little piece of paper... He squinted, wondering what it was as he carefully opened it up....
A phone number.
He froze, ears perking to full attention as he processed that bit of information. He'd... left his number. What.
He busied himself making food and taking orders, seemingly having forgotten he left his number with the hybrid. Only when he comes around to ask if he'd like anything else does he remember and look to see if he'd opened it. "....Sir?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:34 pm
Well. After that small moment of stunned silence, he managed to finish the rest of his food,... albeit, slowly and distractedly. What exactly did he do to get that number...? Oh Gods what should he do with that number...??? He'd never been given a number before!
He was brought out of his train of thought by the sound of someone trying to get his attention. Blinking he turned to look over, then froze up a bit. "Ah--- y-yes? Is something the matter..?"
"Did you want a refill?" He looked as nonchalant as ever, blinking at him and waiting for a response. He was internally amused however, seems he got the phone number.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:35 pm
"AH... um..." He glanced at the cup, and then held it up for him to take. "Y-yes please. Um... could I also.... get a cinnamon roll...?" Might as well add a dessert- since this was going to be dinner....Should he ask? If he meant to give him the number? Some part of him just couldn't believe that was done on purpose after all. He bit back the urge, though. Don't ******** it up, Kirket. Don't ******** it up.
Desalt nods and doesn't really give him the chance to respond, just walking back to the kitchen to whip up a new batch since he didn't really trust the ones they made earlier. He's too picky for them, he knows, but he just can't risk it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:36 pm
Welp. There he went. There really wasn't any reading this guy.... Well, maybe if they sat and actually talked- but he wasn't exactly keen on analyizing him from a professional standpoint. He just wanted to get to know him! And... maybe ask him out. Okay, definitely ask him out- but. Not without... figuring out if he'd respond alright first.
He sighed and leaned an elbow on the table, then cradled his cheek in his hand as he thought about it... He supposed he could just... ask when his shift ended? That was pretty casual... right?
He rolls out the dough and goes through the routine, slowly ensuring it was top quality like all of his food before he set them to bake. Calling on one of the lazier waiters to move their asses, he grabs another caramel latte and heads out to where the hybrid was, just...casually sitting down with them. "Hope you don't mind, I'm taking a bit of a break."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:38 pm
Once again lost in thought, he hadn't quite caught on to the fact that Desalt was sitting down until he was already in place. He sat upright, ears perking as he blinked in surprise. "Wha--oh! Oh n-no, I don't mind, no...!" He smiled, fidgeting as he attempted to move some of the dishes he was done with out of the way. Goodness Kirket.
"Ah-- um, I'm Kirket, by the way-- uh." Wow. Where was he even going with that...? "Thank you-- f- for the latte, I mean." He smiled again and then picked it up to sip at it.
If he minded the dishes he sure didn't show it. "Your cinnamon roll is in the oven. I didn't wanna give you one of the old ones." At the sound of his name he nods and responds with his own. "Desalt. But I'm sure the name tag gives it away." snorting, he rights himself before leaning back on the chair.
"kirket...s'cute name." cool and aloof as usual but not to be mistaken for indifference....at least he hopes that's not the case.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 8:40 pm
He tilted his head a bit, and then nodded. "Oh, a fresh one? Thank you...! I'm sure it'll be wonderful." He smiled a little more, then set his cup down with a small giggle. "Yes, it does, but introductions are kind of standard aren't they..." He trailed off -- thinking for a moment that he might've said something stupid again but then. But then the compliment. Oh Gods. Despite his best effort he felt a bit of heat rise in his cheeks. Cute? Cute was good. Wait. Was he flirting or just being nice...?
He chewed at his lip a bit. "Oh, you think so...? Th-thank you. I ap--appreciate the compliment. I-- rather like yours as well...!"
Someone please shoot him. Honestly.
Desalt chuckles a bit and his ears twitch slightly, picking up a few stray sounds but nothing that needs his immediate attention. This kid was so nervous, which made him wonder if it was his fault? Desalt slouches a bit to try and cut through his intimidating features.
"You're super nervous." Not what should be said but he was never known to be anything but blunt.
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