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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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On one hand, Ken isn't in obvious physical pain, so he's probably telling the general truth. On the other hand, he's a stubborn idiot.

Chikusa shifts closer. "Let me see it." It's a mild order, not too stern at all, which means he won't push if Ken is really against it. Enough mistakes have been made today for him to push things further.

Probably the only reason Ken doesn't put up more of a fight is because he genuinely doesn't think anything's wrong with it; if he thought there was a chance he might have to get some kind of medical attention, Chikusa would probably have to chase him down. As it is, though, Ken just makes an annoyed sound and lifts his hands briefly, looking away.

It still looks like his dick, certainly. It also looks like he's lost interest in the proceedings entirely.

Well, it's not bent funny, and that's probably the best indicator of its health, right? Chikusa hasn't exactly done any research into this, and he makes a quiet note in his head to amend that later. It's not like in the event anything does happen that any of them can just go into a hospital for a check up.

But that's for later. For right now, Chikusa gives a nod to show he's done and leans back.

"...I'll make it up to you." Since, for all that the catalyst was Ken being an idiot, Chikusa still knows it was a very hastily made and bad plan in hindsight.

Ken's definitely sulking now, not even looking at Chikusa. He was supposed to get a blowjob and Chikusa ruined it, to the point where Ken's not remotely enthusiastic about sticking his dick back in that untrustworthy mouth again. Today's definitely been the worst.

He does at least give Chikusa a sidelong glance at the promise. "...like how?"

"...Even if there's no customer, I'll get a parfait for you." It means spending some of the money for food but, oh well. This is food, in a way, and it's just part of the usual expense of having to deal with Ken.

In case that's not enough- "And you can still do whatever you want to me after my shift is done."

Ken huffs as he tucks himself back into his pants and gets to his feet. "You fuck up a perfectly good blowjob and you wanna make it up to me with ice cream that I might've been getting already? And sex I was definitely getting already?" Now Ken looks genuinely pissed. "That's less than I had a chance to get before! How dumb do you think I am, Kakipi?"

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and starts stalking for the bathroom door. "I'm gonna go beat someone up and actually have some fun." Luckily for Chikusa, Ken's angry enough that he'd actually rather do it away from Chikusa and the cafe, so while Ken is definitely going to cause problems, they may not directly affect Chikusa's work.

Chikusa waits for approximately ten seconds just in case he hears the sounds of mayhem happening. When that does happen, he flops back on the floor of the restroom and sighs.

Dammit.

That is exactly how he spends the rest of his break before he has to go back to working, which he hates even on a good day, but none of his thoughts are really on what he's doing. It's when things are finally done with that he goes to search through the city for Ken.

He's feeling more than a little responsible for this. Which, coincidentally, he also hates.

Ken is only moderately difficult to find. It's not that he's making himself easy to track so much as the inevitable byproduct of Ken losing his temper - and not having Mukuro or Chikusa, or some kind of orders, to check him - is a lot of freshly tenderized semiconscious bodies in his wake. Judging by the claw marks on the people Chikusa finds - mostly thugs in alleys, in the more questionable parts of town; it's hard to tell if Ken's restricting himself to trouble areas and troublemakers because the commotion's less likely to be noticed and he's still conscious of not complicating Mukuro-sama's life, or if he was just spoiling for the easiest fights he could find with the people most likely to put up a fun struggle. The two things aren't necessarily mutually exclusive in any case.

Considering he's only had a couple hours to work, it's impressive how many people Ken's gone through. It looks like the better part of at least two gangs, closer to 20 people than 10.

Chikusa will eventually find Ken stretched out on the lowest landing of a fire escape, either temporarily sated or catching his breath. He appears to be still in Wolf Channel, but despite the fact that he must've smelled Chikusa coming, he doesn't acknowledge his presence for the moment.

...actually, there's also the possibility that he's dozing. It's impossible to tell from this angle if his eyes are open or not.

That's at least one nice thing about Ken: when he's angry, he makes an easy trail. No wonder he has people like Mukuro and Chikusa himself to balance him out... Usually.

Chikusa patiently wades through alley after alley of torn up bodies, occasionally interrogating the more conscious ones when he's not sure of his way. It all leads him, eventually, to Ken's location. He cranes his neck up, taking a look at him.

He definitely has to have heard him, or smelled him coming. Together with Mukuro-sama, they've spent years on the run and wary of anyone coming to get them at any time with the things they were doing. The number of Families they've taken out. There's no way to not be paranoid after all that.

Still. He doesn't want to make things worse by just coming up there and potentially surprising him. Chikusa calls up to him. "Ken."

There's a brief pause, but then Ken responds. "Yeah?" He doesn't look around, fingers still laced behind his head. (Chikusa can see that they're bloody from here, and that Ken's getting blood in his hair. To be fair, though, he probably already had blood in his hair before that, so a little more probably doesn't matter much.)

If Ken had bothered to look, he'd be able to note that Chikusa's slouch is even worse than it usually is. Whether that's a symbol of his emotional state or just aggressive payback for all the proper posture he's had to do throughout the day is anyone's guess. No immediate answer is forthcoming, just the sound of sneakers scuffling against the ground.

He hates talking.

He hates emotions, or at least having them.

Still, after maybe a straight minute of silence, he speaks up. "...We don't get... fancy things often."

"...what about it?" Ken's tone is betraying some curiosity now; he's wondering where Chikusa's going with this. He turns his head enough so that, from his angle, he can almost barely see Chikusa.

More pauses, but that's nothing new in a conversation like this with Chikusa. All the mistakes of today just mean he has to be even more careful with what he says, and they still never seem to fit properly in his mouth.

"...That's why I offered it. I wanted to give you something nice." And the words still don't sound like enough, causing his brow to furrow and fingers curl uncomfortably against his palms.

"Because it's not usual for us."

Chikusa may not be good at this, but ironically that's well balanced out by Ken's not really demanding much. He may need a lot of attention, but the actual level of consideration and affection necessary in that attention is by no means unreasonable. Even for someone as bad at those things as Chikusa.

Ken rolls over on his stomach, looking down at Chikusa properly now. There's a faint huff, but he's pleased enough with what Chikusa's said to not even be particular tsun. "I don't like fancy things as much as I like Kakipi, byon. Even if I have Kakipi more often."

To those well versed in the nonverbal language necessary to dealing with Chikusa effectively, it can be easy to see when his tense slouch subtly becomes just one of his usual awkward ones.

"You've never had many fancy things in the first place," he says, but it seems just for contrary's sake. Chikusa starts to make his way to the fire escape ladder leading up to Ken, hefting himself onto it. "I had to look for you for a while..."

Ken reaches out to help haul Chikusa up - not that he needs it, necessarily, but Chikusa having to expend less effort always makes him happy. "You must've been worried, Kakipi." Chikusa wouldn't have worked to track him down unless he had a pressing reason to. He could have gone home and waited for Ken's eventual return, and under most circumstances that's exactly what he would've done.

"Fancy things aren't all that great anyway." Ken rolls onto his side, head propped up on one hand. "Soft things make soft people, byon."

It does indeed make him quite happy, especially after a day full of having to expend a lot more effort than he'd want to expend for a full year. He flops gracelessly onto the fire escape, not minding the sensation of metal digging into his back as he stares up at nothing.

"So a parfait would make you weak." It's a perfect deadpan, which means Chikusa is trying to be playful.

Ken scoffs. "As if, Kakipi. I just mean I don't need them and they don't really interest me, byon."

Since Ken was objecting to a parfait standing in for Chikusa's failed blowjob...one could theorize, from there, then Ken needs and is interested in Chikusa. ~~Or maybe just fucking Chikusa's mouth.~~

~~But his mouth is a soft thing too, Ken. Generally speaking.~~

"What interests you is lots of fights and getting covered in blood, apparently." He lets his head roll to look over at Ken. Still in Wolf Channel, as far as he can tell. "You're filthy." He's put in effort, however, to make it not sound as condemning as it usually would be.

"Other things interest me, too," Ken huffs, looking away. "But they were being stupid today, byon."

Ken certainly does have blood spattered all over himself and his clothing. None of it appears to be his, which is entirely unsurprising when he's up against people without so much as a weapon to their names.

Right, they were being stupid and Ken wasn't being totally biased in his anger. Then again, Chikusa has murdered people just for sticking around to watch a pair of middle schoolers fight, so he's not going to be throwing stones in this particular glass house.

"But you're done being interested in them," he notes, considering Ken is up here and there hasn't been any carnage in at least a decent sized radius. "Now?"

"I was deciding what to do next." Ken rolls onto his back to look up at the sky. "I wanted to go buy food but people are always so annoying when I'm covered in blood, byon." This is something he knows from personal experience. And a bath is of course out of the question. "And it won't rain." Rain is an acceptable form of bathing in Ken's universe.

A thought seems to occur to Ken, and he lifts his head to look at Chikusa. "Oi, Kakipi - you can buy blowjobs, right?"

Chikusa is literally about to point out that since he's not covered in blood, he could go get food if Ken wanted.... but then Ken says that.

And Chikusa has to pause, not entirely sure he heard that right for a second.

"Prostitution," he answers at least. "Why?"

Ken makes a face at him. "Why do you think? I never got mine, and you're bad at them!" He sits up, shaking himself off. "How much do they cost?"

It's unclear if Ken is genuinely entertaining this idea, or even entirely processes that buying a blowjob is slightly different and more complicated than buying gum.

This is actually happening. Actually happening. The incredulity of the situation is snapped by Ken's own judgment on Chikusa, and there might be a hint of pink lighting up that pale skin of his.

"It wasn't the blowjob that was bad," he points out defensively as he adjusts his glasses in an effort to compose himself. There's no mention that it was just every other dumb decision that had the whole thing go to hell. "And Ken, you're not buying one."

A pause as he realizes that this could be taken as a challenge, and he amends his words with, "Not looking like that." You know. Covered in blood.

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