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[sassybird]

The Maid Cafe Meme



"In these cafés, waitresses dressed in maid costumes act as servants, and treat customers as masters (and mistresses) in a private home, rather than as café patrons."

Congratulations- for whatever strange shenanigans, you've ended up working at a maid and/or butler cafe! Whether you need the cash, are doing it for shits and giggles, or Shit Just Happened, here you are. Hope you enjoy that uniform, whether it's the simple black-and-white, cosplay, or.... cat ears.

Remember your manners! Always welcome in patron as "Masters" and "Mistresses", offer wipe towels and menus at entrance, and try to drag them into spending as much money as possible. Depending on the cafe, this could mean simply food and drinks, karaoke, massages, games of all sorts, taking a (paid) picture with a patron or... going with anime tropes by slapping them in-character?

Well, some people will pay for anything.

Alternatively, maybe you're actually a patron yourself! Visiting just to say you did? Looking for a brief power trip in your life? Is this the only place where you can do paperwork for some arcane reason? Keeping an eye out for your friend who works here? No judgment, only people in cosplay who will indulge whatever nonsense is going on.

Just remember - no touching the maids or butlers, no asking for personal information, and don't be a creepy stalker. Unless you want to get in trouble, anyway.

Fill in the top level of your comment with the character's name and canon, and put in a scenario or three for people to reply to!

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[possedere]

[That kicked puppy look was better on Ken, honestly, and seeing it on Chikusa was only going to get a cool look from Mukuro. Hey remember Minato? Because guess who else did? This was the least violent forms of payback he could have thought of, and Ken enjoying himself was clearly just an added bonus.

Obviously these shit children were all mature and wonderful and deserved each other.]

Extra chocolate, please.

[Now to just kick back and wait to see what kind of monstrosity was going to be made for him. Petty theft was clearly nothing of interest to him.]

[possedere]

You should enjoy the fruits of your labor as well, Ken.

[Which was definitely the reason why he asked and not because he couldn't finish it by himself and was watching his figure. He moved the 'parfait' a bit closer to the other boy, smiling indulgently.]

Unless you'd rather not.

that's why i'm weeping

[kokuyoyo]

[Relieved that Mukuro is satisfied, Chikusa takes a seat once more.]

Yes, Mukuro-sama. Only for you.

[He's not lying, either. He'd never lie to Mukuro-sama... just sometimes never say anything at all.]

[junkyarddog]

[Honestly, the worst part is that Ken will wholeheartedly enjoy his creation. No one will ever accuse Ken of having refined tastes. It's sugary, therefore it's good. The fact that the flavor combine with each other to about the same degree to which two trains crashing headlong into each other at top speed could be said to be combining? Not something that will bother him at all.

Ken's grin gets even wider, and he grabs a spoon.] If you're sure, byon!

[And he digs right in. Make sure you get some for yourself, Mukuro, because restraint's never been Ken's strong suit. Besides, Ken will still love you even if you get fat.]

[junkyarddog]

"You're the same way with making effort, byon," Ken counters, swiping his tongue over those scrunched lips. "You got stuff, Kakipi?" He probably means lubricant.

"Want me to stay channeled?" Ken's got the freedom to decide for himself, but he's pretty happy either way. And he's already had his fill today of Chikusa only doing sexy things because Ken wants them. If channeling - or not channeling - will get Chikusa hotter, Ken's all for it.

Working Chikusa up is perhaps the most fun thing to do with Chikusa, anyway.

[kokuyoyo]

[You know who did his time for Minato via hundreds of illusionary lifetimes? Chikusa is pretty sure he did. This is still highly unfair.]

[So is actually working all day and Ken ruining all of that with money Chikusa would have gotten anyway, but oh well... He sighs and accepts the yen anyway. He's pretty sure he's never coming back to work here. Or this part of town. Possibly ever if this is the result.]

...Good job, Ken. [Look at that, a compliment. He knows how Ken needs to be satisfied too, even as he's sending disgusted stares at all the frosting on the ground that he's doing his damnedest to avoid. ...So that might make it sarcasm. It's hard to tell.] Get the candy in the bottom cabinet... All of it.

[After all, Mukuro-sama said extra chocolate, didn't he? As Chikusa gets a glass, he talks to said 'patron' over his shoulder.]

Are you going to eat all of it, Mukuro-sama?

[kokuyoyo]

Can't deny that. However, he does have an answer for that question. After all, he was thinking that him and Ken would likely fuck at some point, even if he wasn't thinking the lead up would be like this. It takes a moment to go through his pockets, but he does pull out a small bottle of lube. Ta da.

He opens his mouth, a I don't care on the tip of his tongue, but stops. Chikusa actually seems to take some consideration instead just going ahead with things. "...Take it out this time." Ken's channels have their time and place, but for this one...

Chikusa thinks not this time.

/patpat

[possedere]

[That unrelenting honesty was another trait that Mukuro had looked for and cultivated in his followers. An illusionist should never trust anyone wholly, but to be able to lower one's guard, as much as a paranoid and secretive person like Mukuro was able, was necessary. Otherwise he might truly be driven to madness, and there were other things he wanted to accomplish before then.

Humming slightly, he started polishing off the parfait, this time leaving the head for last.]

When is your shift over?

[possedere]

[EXCUSE MUKURO WILL NEVER GET FAT. OR LET ON THAT HE GOT FAT.

Mukuro was just going to watch Ken dig in for the most part, going mostly for the most chocolately parts of this concoction, amused as always by Ken's unflagging enthusiasm. It was a nice juxtaposition to Chikusa's rampant reticence.]

Slow down or you'll get sick, Ken.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken actually does slow down, although it has surprisingly little to do with Mukuro's gentle warning. He would have done so on just that, of course, but he had a reason to already. He's frowning a little at Mukuro.]

You don't like it, Mukuro-sama? [It's not surprising, even to Ken - he knows he had no idea what he was doing when he made this parfait, so it's probably not up to Mukuro's standards. But for a parfait made at Mukuro's own request, he's eating very little of it, and Ken is fully conscious of that.

As disappointing as that is, Ken's not the type to sit and brood on his failure. He sits up straighter.] I can make you a better one, byon.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken's self-satisfaction is immediately evident. As far as he's concerned, Chikusa's compliment indicates a complete success - Ken did what Mukuro wanted, he had fun doing it, and Chikusa's not mad at him. (If Chikusa's mad at Mukuro, that's not Ken's problem. It probably won't even last long enough for it to be a problem at all.) So he happily starts digging out supplies at Chikusa's request.] You got it, Kakipi.

[To be fair to Ken's method, Chikusa, he probably grabbed a lot more than one's days wages would have earned you. So there is that net positive, even if none of you are able to show your faces in this part of town again. Ken's methods may be destructive and disruptive, but they're not actually unproductive.]

[junkyarddog]

Ken grins at that, taking the lube with one hand while the other removes the cartridge from his mouth and tucks it away. His appearance reverts to his slightly-less-feral look, right before he crowds Chikusa up against the wall and nips sharply at his neck with canines that, even in his arguably human form, seem sharper than strictly normal or necessary.

"You're such a pain, byon." It's hard to tell if Ken's referring to having to take out his cartridge, or just today's events in general. Either way, isn't that Chikusa's line?

[allthorns]

[That is SURE a gesture. Rosamund ducks her head because even after all this time, she’s still not used to it. The blush is half from her soft laughter, however.]

I don’t doubt it. You always do, right? Want to sit down with me?

[She knows because of the job she has to anyway, but, still.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Technically, customers aren’t supposed to ask or know about that kind of information either. However, Chikusa is well aware of how Mukuro would take that and also how he’s probably find out anyway. Best to just indulge him.]

A couple of hours, Mukuro-sama…

[But if he’s going to be this troublesome-]

Would you wish to stay with me until then?

[kokuyoyo]

That is absolutely Chikusa’s line, and his scoff ruffles through Ken’s hair as the rough brick of the wall rubs up against the back of his jacket. “It’s only a pain to you because you’re so impatient…”

If they start an argument while fucking, it will be 100% typical for them. Still, Chikusa puts some effort, even if that effort doesn’t look like much as he tilts his head to the side to allow Ken more access with his teeth, muscles twitching beneath the bite. His hands come up to rest along Ken’s own, fingertips brushing the back of bloodied hair. “You’re filthy.”

[scissor_knight]

[Look, she has to overplay this a little because of her work. But she'd still totally make inappropriate suggests toward Rosamund, right.]

Oh, why, certainly, Mistress!

[She sits down right next to her, just as close as she can get.]

[possedere]

Not all of it.

[But probably a good amount. Mukuro's sweet tooth and love for junk food was rivaled only by his trashy nature, in all honesty.

He crossed his ankles delicately, tucking them under his chair as he watched the other two boys in amusement. Really, Chikusa's fears about not being able to come back into this part of town would be unfounded. Illusions were useful in this sort of situation, and Mukuro was inclined to show up here again tomorrow just because he could.]

[possedere]

It's delicious, don't worry. You did a fine job.

[The only thing missing was some scratching behind the ear. As if to prove his point, he got another ( larger ) spoonful, mostly of ice cream and chocolate and candies, stuffing it into his mouth.]

If we eat it all there won't be anything less to make a mess with.

[possedere]

[Chikusa clearly knew him far too well, and while he could extend the effort to figure it out himself, it was easier getting information straight from the source. He tilted his head to the side slightly, starting to dig into the bunny rabbit's head.]

I'll leave you to your work. You'll get better tips without me here.

[Rude, Mukuro wasn't troublesome 24/7 okay.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He's sure being troublesome right now, Chikusa knows that for sure. Still, this isn't nearly long enough to make up for the fact that he left them without enough money and brought up Minato...]

I was hoping to make you dinner while you were here as well, Mukuro-sama...

[kokuyoyo]

[Don't be too sure of that, Ken. Chikusa's PA bullshit can be hidden under a veil of an almost aggressive dedication to laziness, but now that he's actually doing something?]

[Yes, he is getting one of the small cups with one hand as he starts pointing out the chocolates in the pile Ken has amassed.]

Start crushing them.

[And that is how Chikusa starts guiding Ken along in how to make a cup parfait of at least somewhat decent quality. Some ice cream, plain cream, and lots of crushed candy layers later, and Chikusa adds the finishing touches: decapitated Peep heads that have been carefully cut to hang on the rim of the cup. He does this with the same bland expression as usual, like he's not being a brat.]

[With that done, he nudges the cup to Ken wordlessly. He's done his part, Ken gets to do whatever now.]

[possedere]

[There is a temptation to be a petulant child and insist that he wasn't hungry, to leave just as seamlessly as he had came in. He knew that his presence was normally missed when he did decide to go, a punishment and an accepted reality of sorts. To know even someone as twisted as him would have people who would miss him was an odd thing.

He watched Chikusa's expression, before shrugging his shoulders elegantly.]

What will we be having?

[kokuyoyo]

[Subtly, his mouth twitches, the closest thing Chikusa will ever get to a pleased smile unless he's horrific levels of drugged. There's no way he can be charismatic enough to convince Mukuro-sama of anything, so he'd been well aware that it was up to the other's mercurial moods if he'd stay.]

What do you wish for, Mukuro-sama?

[junkyarddog]

[Ken is immeasurably pleased by the praise, not so much because he doesn't know Mukuro might be exaggerating (at the very least) but because he does. Whether or not Mukuro's eating much of it, whether or not it's actually good, Mukuro is saying Ken did well. So either Ken actually did well enough for Mukuro to appreciate, or Mukuro cares about him enough to want him to feel like he did.

And while Ken would vastly prefer to actually do well by Mukuro than have Mukuro humor him, he's fully conscious of the fact that Mukuro hardly cares about anyone - that people Mukuro would ever bother to humor could likely be counted on one hand with fingers to spare. That, if Ken's receiving any consideration at all, it's a massive indicator of esteem from one of the only people in the world whose opinion matters to him.

So to Ken, it doesn't matter if Mukuro is being entirely truthful or not. He's happy either way.]

Oh, there's plenty left, byon. [Ken's eyes gleam.] And I'd just make a mess out of other things if there wasn't, byon. Kakipi says I can make a mess out of thin air.

[junkyarddog]

[For all his feral nature, Ken isn't bad at following directions when he's motivated to do so - which is in most cases where Mukuro's involved. Taking orders from Chikusa doesn't always go as smoothly, but since this is for Mukuro's benefit and Ken recognizes that Chikusa knows more about parfaits than he does, he's willing enough to let Chikusa take the lead here.

And maybe he's still a little overeager to nudge Chikusa into forgetting his wild disregard for his orders to not wreck the cafe. There's a definite air of 'I had my fun, now see how obedient I'm being, there's definitely no need to punish me later' about his eagerness to please. It's always been laughably obvious how much easier Ken is to read than the rest of their group.

Once Chikusa hands him the cup, Ken proudly carries it over to Mukuro, making sure not a single Peep head is lost on the way. The passive-aggressive elements of the parfait are way too subtle for him and go right over his head. For all he knows, it's perfectly normal to decorate a parfait with decapitated marshmallow birds.]

One chocolate parfait, byon!