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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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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.]

[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.]

[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!

[If the decapitated heads were supposed to be passive aggressive, it'd only serve to make to make Mukuro chuckle since clearly morbid things were his aesthetic.]

Thank you. It looks delicious.

[He was just going to pop one of the heads into his mouth, chewing with satisfaction.]

[From the kitchen area, Chikusa pokes his head out.]

Is that all, Mukuro-sama?

[Can he go lay down facefirst on the floor? is what he really means to say here. He's clocking out of the entire day, thanks.]

[Ken grins at Mukuro's pleasure, pleased with a job well done. He gives Chikusa a withering look over his shoulder when he sticks his head out of the kitchen.] I bet Kakipi wants to go take a shower, byon. [He makes this sound like a grave character flaw.]

That's all, Chikusa.

[Though the shower comment stilled Mukuro's hands, turning his full mismatched gaze towards Ken. Well, just torturing Chikusa clearly wasn't fair, and Ken had his fun...]

You're overdue for one, Ken.

[Mukuro says those words just in time. Chikusa had been just about to pull away and go ignore the rest of the day, fully prepared to ignore Ken's comment, but...]

...You are, Ken.

[If he suffers, you have to suffer, Ken. That's just how it is.]

We can go after Mukuro-sama is done eating.

Edited 2016-07-04 18:50 (UTC)

[Ken gives Mukuro an aghast look. Et tu, Mukuro-sama? (The fact that he's currently smeared with frosting and ice cream and needs a bath even more than usual is considered irrelevant.)

If it were simply Chikusa saying it, he'd flat out refuse. Or at least argue the point. But Mukuro's wishes are law; the most he can do is be intensely unhappy about it.]

Mukuro-samaaaaaa... [There's an unspoken plea in the whine.]

[Like the unrepentant shit he was, Mukuro kept popping decapitated heads in his mouth, smiling innocently as he chewed.]

You've had your fun. Everything comes with a price.

[Which you know, makes taking a bath a lot more ominous sounding than it should be, but this was Rokudo Mukuro we were talking about.]

[In contrast to their leader’s constant melodrama, Chikusa’s words are much more succinct as he finally starts to leave the kitchen area and drift towards the other two.]

You’re covered in frosting.

[And, frankly, it’s offending his delicate sensibilities over here.]

I don't have to take a bath to get it off, byon! [And Ken helpfully demonstrates this by...licking some frosting off his arm. Ken, really.] See?!

[It's honestly amazing that Chikusa and Mukuro have standards low enough for this. Or indicative of how they're both equally trashy in their own ways.]

[Now that was also another idea.

Mukuro's gaze sharpened in interest, and he pushed the parfait to the side, motioning for Ken to come to him.]

We'll lick off what we can, but then bath.

[Equally trashy in their own ways, clearly.]

[There’s a slight twitch of his mouth at Ken’s “solution”, but his nose outright wrinkles at Mukuro-sama’s agreement to it.]

….Do I have to…

[He’ll do it if Mukuro says so, but also, do you even know where Ken’s been? Chikusa sure does.]

[Ken perks up immediately at Mukuro's suggestion, grinning. He doesn't care so much about getting clean, but there's no way Mukuro can be suggesting licking him off and not implying something sexual. And there's pretty much never a time Ken will turn down sex from Mukuro. He doesn't get nearly as many opportunities as he does with Chikusa - Mukuro tends to be busier, gone enacting his various plans a lot of the time.

He makes a face at Chikusa.] Kakipi can go be boring while I get Mukuro-sama, byon. [It's half a smug dig at a rival for Mukuro's affections, and half a dare to get Chikusa to come join them.]

You don't have to.

[It was said absently, the picture of disinterest if it wasn't for the curve of his smirk. Mukuro already gesturing for Ken to come closer, leaning forward to lick some of the frosting off of Ken's wrist, slowly and thoroughly.]

How sweet.

[Mukuro turned his gaze up to Ken's face, amused.]

But I like what's underneath better.

[He nipped at the skin underneath teasingly, both to see Ken's reaction and to put on a show for Chikusa.]

[...He sees how it is.]

[Not that it's particularly hard, with Ken's blatant challenge combined alongside Mukuro-sama's much more subtle smirk. While some social intricacies escape him, there's no missing this. For a moment, Chikusa simply stares with the usual impassive wall of an expression in place.]

[After a moment, however, he shifts and starts to shuffle not back into the staff area but towards the table they've apparently claimed in this now messy little cafe. Instead of sitting near Ken, however, he makes a point to sit on the other side of Mukuro. There's no use on wasting his breath on words when there's better things to do.]

[For example: scratching his nails lightly up along the nape of Mukuro's neck and brushing through the hair there before he stretches his fingers deep through the dark strands. An attention demanding kiss is sucked into the side of his neck while his fingers are busy.]

[Ken certainly doesn't need to be called over by Mukuro twice. He moves to stand before him eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. And when Mukuro's tongue rasps over his skin, he makes a sound that's practically a whine, shivering where he stands at the attention as it's followed by the scrape of teeth.

Ken's relationship with Mukuro isn't anything like his relationship with Chikusa. With Chikusa, Ken stands on equal footing, and would feel free to take his own initiative based on what he wants. But with Mukuro...Mukuro is his lord and master, and Ken's whole existence is bent towards doing what Mukuro wishes of him. That means that, as badly as he wants Mukuro, he simply gives himself up to his whims, wholly obedient, and waits to be told what to do - or lets Mukuro do things himself - rather than making any move of his own. Ken is never more compliant and almost worshipfully still as when Mukuro is favoring him with his attention.

And then Chikusa intrudes and ruins it. Ken watches Chikusa do what - in a reversal of their behavior everywhere else - Ken would never dare to, jealously, and scowls.] I thought the cold fish kappa was leaving, byon.

[Ironically, he'd wanted Chikusa to participate not thirty seconds ago, and his provoking remark had been made half with that in mind. But when it comes to fighting over Mukuro's all-too-rare open displays of affection, Ken's not going to take any prisoners. And neither, clearly, is Chikusa.]

[Though Mukuro might be many things, impatient wasn't one of them. He took his time to roll back the sleeve of Ken's uniform, taking great care in smoothing it down once he was finished. He let his lips trace lightly along the newly exposed skin, his eyes fixed on Ken's, alternating between kisses and small bites.

Part of the fun with playing with Ken was knowing he had complete control of the situation, that no matter how badly Ken wanted to reciprocate, he would behave until Mukuro told him otherwise. That power over a person was heady, a different rush from possessing someone.

Chikusa joining in wasn't an unexpected or unwelcome addition, and he let his lashes drop slightly as he felt Chikusa's hands through his hair and his lips against his neck. He couldn't resist chuckling softly, reaching to caress Chikusa's neck almost thoughtlessly.]

Are you sure?

[It was mostly a tease since Chikusa hadn't seemed so keen earlier. Because of that, he would keep his eyes on Ken for now, gently entangling his other hand in his tie to pull him down closer.]

Take off the vest and unbutton your shirt.

[Because there was something satisfying too, in giving orders and watching someone eagerly obey them.]

[Things Chikusa could do: give Ken an answer]

[Things he’s not going to do: that]

[Instead, his response is completely nonverbal. He tilts his head to the side, still softly working along Mukuro-sama’s throat but able to peer over the rim of his glasses to make direct eye contact with Ken. He keeps it, even as he quietly nips along Mukuro-sama’s jaw.]

[If it looks like a blatant challenge, that’s because it is.]

[After all- he’s the one who found this job in the first place with costumes Mukuro-sama clearly likes, the one who was forced into taking care of Ken and the others since no one else was viable, and the one who has to deal with all this mess. Doesn’t he deserve something for that?]

[...Also Ken started it.]

[Mukuro can likely feel the way his lips turn down as he burrows his face against his neck, even as he sighs against his skin at Mukuro’s touch.]

...Not to Ken when he's this kind of mess…

[Besides, you know, the usual kind of mess that is Ken’s very existence.]

But…. always for you, Mukuro-sama.

[His free hand slips over Mukuro’s chest, thin fingers spreading wide over his shirt. It’s as much a quiet plea for attention as the way his other hand moving in his hair is when he scrapes his nails against Mukuro’s scalp.]

[Chikusa is ignoring him! Ken might huffily yell at him about this at any other time, but Mukuro is way more interesting anyway - especially when his mouth and tongue are moving along Ken's arm. Ken whimpers, heated gaze locked on Mukuro, and the decision to ignore Chikusa in return is almost not a decision at all - or at least not one he's making. Mukuro's almost making it for him.

It's not that Chikusa is less important to him than Mukuro...not exactly, anyway. They're both very different to him, but if he had to pick between one or the other, he'd lock up. It'd be like asking him which he needed more to live, his lungs or his heart. But he gets to be with Chikusa all the time, while Mukuro is a rare treat he never gets enough of. So in the face of Mukuro, Chikusa is easily forgotten.

Mukuro doesn't precisely direct it, but when he pulls Ken close and down, Ken readily drops to his knees in front of him. He tears off his vest without a second thought, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt even as he watches Mukuro expectantly, breathless with anticipation for whatever he'll do next.]

[Ladies, ladies there was clearly enough of this shitty trashlord to go around. Not that Mukuro would want to change their dynamic in any way. Chikusa and Ken had been at odds but bound together long before Mukuro had entered their lives, and he had just become their focal point. A person to follow and also fight over. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if some of the others in their lab had survived and he had different subordinates, or if it was just the luck of the draw that he had gotten two wholly obedient and competitive followers.

He chuckled lightly at Chikusa's response, withdrawing from Ken slightly to reward Chikusa with a small nip against his neck, giving Ken time to strip.]

Kufufufu should I make you two kiss and make up?

[Never let it be said that Mukuro wasn't a bit of a voyeur after all.]

[A pleased sigh escapes him as he feels Mukuro move against him, sinking into even a little bit of attention. Just that much- well, and his own natural lack of effort- is enough to keep him from trying to challenge Ken much more. Besides, this should be enough to work him up. It doesn't take much, with Ken.]

[It's the suggestion for kiss and make up that drags him out of it, a slight frown crossing his face.]

Mukuro-sama...

[No doubt there's a complaint on the way. Ken, after all, is still covered in all manner of sweets and mess even with half his clothing off. Besides, this is a competition for Mukuro's attention. If there's one thing they can both agree on, it's how much that is a prized commodity.]

[Before the complaint can come, however, Chikusa's words trail off and something more akin to thoughtfulness flickers in his usual apathetic stare. After a moment of bandying the pros and cons in his head, he finally gets a voice to what's come to mind.]

The other day, we argued about being patient... [So, you know, just one of the many inane things they bicker about when left to their own devices.] Can I prove why it's good to him?

[Considering the situation, he's obviously not talking about just having Ken 'sit' and 'stay'.]

[Ken's fully finished unbuttoning his shirt by the time Mukuro's attention turns to Chikusa - and with no more directions beyond that, all he can do is sit and watch, all but whining in the back of his throat as he waits for Mukuro to turn back to him. He trusts that his half-stripping is going somewhere, which is the only reason he doesn't try to interrupt and demand attention for himself.

Chikusa's thoughtful attitude, however, abruptly draws his attention, with the unerring instinct of an animal who senses potential danger in something they don't necessarily understand. He watches Chikusa through narrowed eyes, and when Chikusa makes his remarks...well, Ken's even more suspicious.

He doesn't know what Chikusa's going on about, but he gets the distinct feeling it's going to be really annoying. And it sounds like it might not involve Mukuro, who's the one Ken wants right now.]

I've already been patient, byon. [Ken's voice is distinctly sulky.] And we got lots of money. Mukuro-sama was gonna reward me, right? [And he looks toward Mukuro, hopefully, for confirmation.]

[My, my, it wasn't often that Chikusa could be labeled as 'devious', and Mukuro did so enjoy it when he decided to be. He canted his head to the side slightly, an amused smirk gracing his features.]

What did you have in mind?

[He could make an educated guess, and the question was more for Ken's benefit than his own. Mukuro had no qualms about going along with Chikusa's idea, since there should be some balance after all. Ken had his fun, and there was something satisfying about seeing him whine and beg. It's a good thing that Mukuro had never believed himself to be a good person.

At Ken's question, he turned back to him, smirk sharpening. He leaned forward, swiping his tongue leisurely against Ken's neck, voice low and full of promise.]

Of course you'll be rewarded Ken. But sometimes waiting makes the reward all the more satisfying.

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