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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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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.

"I was the one doing all the work, byon." Ken huffs and folds his arms over his chest. "So doesn't that mean all the good parts were me, and the bad parts were all you?"

Sometimes simple is dangerous. For instance, it can simplify a point down to razor sharpness.

Ken looks down at himself for a moment, then huffs again. "I can just take the clothes off, byon. That's where most of the blood is anyway." And he takes the cartridge out of his mouth, returning to his usual appearance. Honestly, with how often Ken reaches into his mouth with other people's blood on his hands, this boy is going to die of some horrific disease before he's 30.

"You didn't do all the work," Chikusa counters, surprisingly quickly for someone who is still refusing to push himself up just yet. It's coming, however. "I did some work at the beginning and you liked that. If I did more, it'd be just as good."

...Which probably has a moral somewhere there if he actually did more work instead of trying to go backwards in time from sheer laziness, things would go smoother in his life, but you know what.

He's ignoring that even as he sits up. "You can't walk around without clothes."

"Yeah, but you never wanna do anything, byon." Ken pouts. "So even if you hadn't messed it up, someone who was actually trying the whole time could still do better than you, right, Kakipi?"

Ken really isn't one for reverse psychology. He probably isn't deliberately aiming to push Chikusa toward proving him wrong. If anything, it's probably needling Chikusa as revenge for earlier plus Ken's having come to that conclusion on his own. If it has any more effect than that, it's accidental.

"And you still haven't told me how much it costs yet, byon. I don't know if I have enough."

For anyone else, Chikusa would assume that logic would knock them out of a stupid plan of action. However, Ken is still asking about this, and Chikusa adjusts his glasses again.

"It's not like buying groceries." He's not sounding sulky. At least, it doesn't show on his face. "There's no overall price. Every prostitute is different." At least, that's what he's assuming just based on what he's observed and heard about. Chikusa's always had Ken and Mukuro-sama. Why visit a prostitute?

Apparently Ken has completely different ideas than him. There's a soft huff. "...Anyway, just because I don't want to do anything doesn't mean I don't."

Ken gives Chikusa a curious look. He's not the smartest out of their group, not by any stretch, but he's one of the more perceptive. And even if he couldn't pin down what exactly is off about Chikusa, he senses something. He leans in closer, almost sniffing him, even though he's no longer in Wolf Channel. (Not that there'd be anything specific to sniff for even if he was.)

But something is different here and he wants to know what it is, and even if he could articulate the question, Chikusa's rarely cooperative about giving answers when it comes to personal stuff.

...then, belatedly, something clicks in his head, and he rears back indignantly. "Wait, you mean you didn't even want to give me a blowjob?!"

Ken, don't yell that sort of thing. Even in an alley.

When Ken leans in closer, Chikusa leans away out of pure contrariness. Honestly. He's not even in a Channel, so what does he think he's going to accomplish? All thoughts of that, hoewver, go flying out the window at the yell.

Chikusa squeezes his eyes shut and sighs.

One of these days, at least for things like this, Ken will learn. At least, Chikusa hopes he does.

"I was doing it because I thought you'd want one," he says, which is basically a 'no'.

If anything, Ken looks more furious now than he did when he stormed out of the cafe bathroom. He bangs a fist against the fire escape hard enough to make the whole thing rattle, then jumps to his feet and snaps a cartridge back into his mouth - which, the transformation reveals, is Wolf Channel again. Wolf Channel tends to be his standby for when he doesn't need anything specific from one of his other transformations. His words are a literal growl. "I'm outta here."

He hops the railing and drops to the ground as if it's no distance at all, rather than the better part of fifteen feet, and if Chikusa doesn't act quickly there's no doubt he's leaving to go find some more people to beat senseless. This tends to be Ken's response to any excess of emotion - he needs to physically do something with it. And, clearly, the idea of doing anything physical with Chikusa doesn't currently appeal.

Ah. He sees now. Today is a moral in why there's a reason he never says anything, locks down feelings and words away.

Even as the fire escape is rattling, Chikusa is leaping up onto his feet with more speed than is usually associated with him because what now. There's nothing particularly built into his body to help with the kind of acrobatics and endurance that keeps Ken safe as he leaps from it, but that doesn't stop Chikusa at all. He simply leaps over the railing like it's nothing more than a fence. His world rattles and shakes as he hits the ground in a roll, spins when he gets up faster than he honestly should.

"Ken!"

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*don't do it, forgot to add those last words, gj past sleepy self

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