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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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[Being called 'Master' by Chikusa wasn't anything, nor was the bunny butler get up, but what was nice was knowing he'd get a parfait and public entertainment out of the whole ordeal. It didn't hurt that the rest of the staff was adequately costumed ( even if none of them pulled it off like his Chikusa ).

Though now that Chikusa was standing straight, he had a good five cm on him, and Mukuro had to tilt his chin up to look at him. Interesting. He smiled slightly, begin in a way that would only last about five minutes.]

Table for one.

[For now anyway. If it went well, he might bring the rest of the K-Gang here to gawk.]

[The fact that it's nothing new in any meaning of the word has Chikusa wondering just what's the point in Mukuro-sama coming here (and if he has enough money to waste on a maid cafe, please give it to them for groceries, thanks). Still, Chikusa isn't the type to mention such things anyway even without the demands of this job.]

[Instead, he takes a laminated menu with him as he guides his (actual) master to one of the nicer tables with absolutely no bias whatsoever, laying the menu down on the tabletop before pulling out the chair for him.]

What would you like to start with today, Mukuro-sama?

[Chikusa has a fair amount of certainty he knows what it's going to be, especially considering the various options for parfaits, but hey. You never know. Maybe for this occasion, Mukuro-sama is in the mood for something different.]

[( Wow can't a husband just enjoy some down time without being nagged about providing some of the essentials to human existence? )

Mukuro followed Chikusa casually, watching the other staff and customers as he walked along, settling into the chair. He shot Chikusa an amused look, before lowering his lashes to look through the menu thoughtfully.]

A large chocolate parfait.

[Look everyone had their vices okay, and in some ways even unpredictability had to have some predictability.

And, just to be a brat:]

That look suits you.

[Called it.]

[He shifts, ready to bow and give the usual practiced lines, when Mukuro-sama throws in his little jab. It doesn't really affect Chikusa, but he does seem to think on it for a moment with his head tilted.]

Do you prefer me in it, Mukuro-sama?

I prefer it to the cat ears from last time.

[As if to accentuate his point, he reached up to skim his hands thoughtfully over the hat in question, hand trailing down as if to touch the bowtie on Chikusa's neck before stopping short. Maybe later, since the maid cafe probably didn't encourage inappropriate touching.]

[As a matter of fact, if a certain someone would pay attention to the rules-]

...No touching, Mukuro-sama.

[At all, although Chikusa doesn't seem like he's putting a lot of effort into stopping him. At least, not physically as he straightens up again.]

...If you get banned from the cafe, you won't get to see the other outfit.

[And with that, he turns on his heel to retreat to the kitchen.]

[If Mukuro-sama wants to see it, then there's no stopping him. Still, maybe that'll tempt him to come by again and spend more money if he's not going to use it directly on them. Sigh. This is way too much work...]

[Still, he does it well enough. The parfait he returns with is well put together, and Chikusa takes care as he sets it down in front of Mukuro-sama.]

I put a lot of effort into this... [And there's a slight (and artificial) glance away.] So I hope you enjoy, Mukuro-sama.

[It's fake as hell to anyone who actually knows his ~~garbage~~ personality, but according to some viable sources such as M.M., it's "dere".]

[Chikusa has been in Japan for a while now, but he still has no idea what the hell that even means. He also doubts Mukuro-sama will fall for it in the slightest or offer any decent advice, considering his own... questionable skill in the area of acting, but still. It'll be interesting to see his response.]

My, my, are you denying a well paying customer something so trivial?

[Mukuro did know the rules, but since when was he concerned with such things? Especially since getting banned from the cafe wasn't even a consequence that could be enforced, what with his ability not only to body hop but to also shroud himself in illusions.

But he would behave, since Chikusa seemed intent on actually working, a feat in and of itself.

He brightened at least, when Chikusa brought out his parfait, which he knew from experience was going to be delicious. He had to supress the urge to laugh at Chikusa's ( only slightly feasible ) acting ~~though he was one to talk~~. Really, even if Mukuro himself had a few troubles when it came to acting, he should have been able to instruct Chikusa better, if this was all M.M. could deliver.]

I'll be sure to enjoy it then.

[Like a little kid who bit the head off of gummy bears first, killed a room full of scientists no sweat, and someone whose goal it was to drench the whole world in blood, Mukuro dug into the innocent ice cream bunny's face first, watching Chikusa as he lapped at the spoon.]

[By all means, Mukuro-chan, somewhere M.M. dares you to do better. She tried, okay? As much as she can try when she's not being paid, because unfortunately your housewife doesn't have access to the bank account. And anyway... There's only so much you can do with someone who doesn't want to be working anyway and that includes working his facial muscles and voicebox to do more than 'blank'.]

[But that's a domestic dispute with the mistress for another time. It's the housewife that's doing things here as he takes a seat opposite of his master, watching him for his reaction to the food. Unsurprisingly, considering Chikusa's usual care and all the work he's put into domestic skills in an attempt to make him more useful, it's quite good.]

How is it, Mukuro-sama?

[...But he still wants verbal confirmation that it's so.]

Edited 2016-06-20 18:03 (UTC)

[WOW FIGHT HIM MM. You do things for free for Chikusa but charge Mukuro for everything?! So damn rude.

Mukuro let out a small chuckle at the question, lashes lowered against his cheeks, dark and delicate, tongue licking at the excess chocolate from his spoon. It was delicious of course. He had no doubt that Chikusa would attain perfection in this if it meant pleasing him, and he wasn't unsatisfied.

Still...]

How many of these have you made, Chikusa?

[That's because you deserve it, Mukuro-chan. And also she's charging you for this anyway, so look forward to that.]

[Also, really it's not fair to ask someone how many of some inane treat they've made-]

Six...

[And that's including the two initial attempts at training before his shift.]

[Well too bad, he's not paying that bill if he didn't approve of her work. He'd like a refund please.

Mukuro continued digging into his parfait, watching Chikusa thoughtfully as he ate.]

What did your other customers think?

[It's definitely not a trap question, sssh sssh.]

[He has no idea what you're going for here, Mukuro-sama. But then, trolling has always been an art Chikusa's never really understood.]

I haven't received any complaints.

[Which doesn't answer, exactly, what they thought... But still.]

It must be because you put sufficient effort into theirs.

[Mukuro please stop being petty and also greedy as hell. He dropped the spoon into the empty glass, sighing softly.]

Minato-kun definitely put more love into his.

[Are you really bringing up the catfishing thread guy in this thread Mukuro please contain your pettiness.]

[Mukuro-sama seriously. Chikusa could ignore the first comment, because it's clear that it's just the usual possessiveness setting in. The second one, however, starts to draw up signs of unease as tension leaks into his shoulders.]

Mukuro-sama...

[Is it really necessary to bring up ~~his ex~~ that one clerk again after Chikusa forced himself to do a social/emotional thing and break things off properly?]

[It is always necessary for Mukuro to be a petty and rude bitch because clearly he ran solely on spite and the occasional good deed. But those good deeds were very, very occasional.

Mukuro watched with a small smirk, before deciding he'd be generous today and let it go.]

Another, please.

Yes, Mukuro-sama...

[Despite the usual soft tone, he is relieved that he's being dismissed (for the time being if nothing else) from any mention of Minato. He retrieves the parfait glass and disappears again. It takes around the same amount of time before he returns with a new parfait, same rabbit design as usual...]

[Wait, have the usual dotted eyes been replaced with little heart shaped candies?]

[Is this taking into consideration Mukuro's prior dramatics about not enough love or Chikusa being slightly sassy about the very same?]

[The world may never know. Chikusa stays standing for a moment, watching Mukuro.]

How is it, Mukuro-sama?

[Mukuro had been hoping for far more chocolate, but the heart shaped eyes were a good touch, and couldn't help but chuckle upon noticing them.

He flicked his gaze up to Chikusa, taking a bite.]

Much better. Though is this the first one you've done this with?

[He gestured to the eyes, because clearly he had no chill and was territorial as all hell. Just because he had dropped Minato didn't mean he was forgotten okay.]

[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.]

[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?

[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?

[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.]

[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...

[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?

[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?

[Even though Mukuro already had a dish in mind, he made a show of looking over the menu, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear as he scanned it.]

The omurice.

[Mostly because it had the stupid heart decorations going on with it.

... Just how far was Mukuro's possessiveness and need to make Chikusa reassure him he was still loved go?]

a but i might come back for some b if you feel me

I shamelessly encourage coming back for B

you would

you can't judge me Mimi!!

oh i can and i will

then i can judge you, dont make me do it

judge me. it fuels me. i play fuckers like mukuro it comes with the territory

YOU SAID YOU FOUND HIM ATTRACTIVE IN A PUBLIC PLURK, NEVER FORGET

GDI FORGET THAT ALREADY JAMES

GONNA TRASH SHAME YOU 4EVER

FIGHT ME JAMES

THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING

OKAY BUT HOW MANY MUSES OF YOURS DID YOU MAKE TO PLAY WITH MUKURO

THEY WERE ALL MADE ON THEIR OWN MERIT OK, MUKURO WAS JUST THE PINEAPPLE EXTRA ON THE SIDE DISH

Yeah okay James we all believe you... not

gentle weeping...

look at your life and your choices

that's why i'm weeping

/patpat

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