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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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[Ken promptly looks up from the vat of frosting he's pillaging with a grin.] One parfait coming up, byon!

[The problem is that parfaits are pretty fancy, for Ken. He's never really had one, both because they're usually living in run-down places and because it's rare for anyone to take him to a place classy enough to serve them. ~~Not even McDonald's.~~ Still, he's seen several of them today, and while he didn't get a super close look at any of them, it can't be that hard, right?

He grabs the biggest glass he can find - it's more the size of a vase - and pauses for consideration. The parfaits he'd seen today definitely had layers. Colorful layers, and white ones, and fruit ones. Also they had whipped cream and cute little things on top. That's...about all the guidance he has. But almost everything in the kitchen is sweet and delicious, so he can't go too far wrong by guessing, right?

So, some ten minutes later, Mukuro is proudly being presented with...a Ken parfait. It certainly is a thing. A couple layers are actually decorated pastries or cookies. Others are just straight up candy, probably meant to go in or top milkshakes that Ken has re-purposed. He wasn't sure if the white layers in the parfait were whipped cream or ice cream or marshmallow fluff, so he may have alternated between them. Some of the layers are just...frosting, scooped into the cup. (From the VATS, not off the floor. Ken would never give Mukuro-sama food off the floor.) And yes, some layers are actually fruit.

Ken was very careful and wiped the glass clean after loading it up - it got quite messy during the frosting layers, particularly - and topped it with whipped cream, dotted with little star sprinkles. He actually tried hard to make it look kind of pretty, even if he doesn't have the skill to make it look professional. And he hands this concoction, with spoon, to Mukuro.]

How's that, Mukuro-sama? [Ken would definitely eat this thing. Surely anyone would love it.]

[While Mukuro could have offered guidance or been more clear in his instructions, he wasn't disappointed by the 'parfait' that Ken brought him, accepting the spoon with a slight inclination of his head.]

It looks delicious. Do you want to share it?

[Because while Mukuro might have said he had the greed to rival anyone, that didn't extend over into gluttony.]

[Ken pauses at the inquiry, wrestling with opposing and equal internal forces. On the one hand, he's delighted that Mukuro-sama would offer to share it with him; on the other hand, he fiercely believes Mukuro-sama should have it all to himself, and that he can always make another one. There aren't many things Ken's able to give Mukuro, after all, outside of his undying loyalty and obedience. Being able to give him an actual physical thing he wanted feels fantastic; does he want to take any of it away from him, even if it's offered?

In the end, it's too complicated a question for him, so he decides to defer to Mukuro's undoubtedly wiser judgment.] Do you want me to, Mukuro-sama? I mean, I could always make my own, byon.

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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.

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.

[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.

Kufufu perhaps it's best you don't hold the Mist Flame.

[Because that was certainly true, and it was one of Mukuro's favorite things about the other boy. He himself never cared much for order, since the only real constant he had seen in his life was decay and destruction. 'Making a mess' was the first step in putting the world where it rightfully belonged, namely buried in blood and bones and bodies.

He scraped his spoon against the container, idly digging out more ice cream.]

We should leave the cafe as it is now. We wouldn't want to drive it out of business.

[Because then where else would Mukuro get his Ken and Chikusa in costumes fix? Well, other than at home.]

I'd be terrible with illusions anyway, byon. [Ken isn't bothered by this. He doesn't have to be good at illusions; that's not what Mukuro needs him for. And while his entire life isn't necessarily dictated by Mukuro's wants and needs - just a good chunk of it - he has no personal desire to be good with illusions either. They're just not his style.

Sun is absolutely his element; anyone who knows anything about Sun flames could probably tell you as much after knowing Ken for five minutes.

He glances at the kitchen over his shoulder, thoughtfully.] There's probably nothing else here that'd be half as much fun to mess up anyway, byon.

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake

Meanwhile, in an alternate universe when Ken and Mukuro get some 1-on-1 time

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