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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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[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?]

[That's a good question that no one will probably ever actually get the answer to, so Chikusa doesn't bother to try. Still, did Minato bother him that much? Jeez.]

I'll make it with care, Mukuro-sama.

[This isn't just lip service, either. When Chikusa finally comes back, a bunny has been carefully drawn on in ketchup, surrounded by hearts. On one side, along the rim, are little ketchup pawprints. On the other side, a small pool of sauce that has somehow managed to leave a heart spaced emptiness in the center.]

[Look at that effort he put in just for your spoiled ass, Mukuro.]

[What doesn't make him booty blistered Chikusa. Even though he had been through hell seven times and lived through seven lives, he was still clearly an emotional infant.

He knew that Chikusa always put forth his best effort when it concerned him, but he hadn't been expecting so many different decorations, clearly far more than in the picture. For a moment, he only looked down at the plate in slight surprise, before he caught himself, chuckling lightly into a gloved hand.]

It looks delicious. It seems a shame to eat it.

Please eat it, Mukuro-sama….

[He better not have put all that effort in for nothing, ugh.]

[Still, for all that it won’t show on his face- there’s too much silent exasperation there to have room for anything else- he’s a bit pleased he got Mukuro-sama offguard. It’s a little payback for not giving him and Ken and Dokuro money for food lately.]

[What a rude housewife. Didn't Chikusa know that times were hard in the kingdom and he would give them more money if he- but no, he had every reason to be annoyed.

Mukuro picked up a spoon, before looking up at Chikusa under lowered lashes, almost contrite if it wasn't for the mocking curve of his lips.]

Share it with me? Eating dinner alone is lonely.

[He was supposed to be playing the part of a loyal customer, right?]

[Mukuro always ruins whatever play at emotions he tries, whether from cockiness, impatience, or being a Grade A troll. Fortunately, having grown up with such looks, Chikusa isn’t bothered. Instead, he just considers the invitation. The potential of getting free food is one of the perks of this job…]

...Would you like me to feed you, Mukuro-sama?

[Chikusa was there anything you wouldn't do for free food?

The offer was amusing, and Mukuro propped his chin up with both of his hands, smirk widening.]

If you don't have any other guests to attend to.

[Though clearly, there better not be.]

[Listen, when Mukuro-sama is there, he takes up his whole world. However, when he isn’t there, someone has to worry about “do we have enough money and food to last until the next sporadic appearance”. Trust him, Chikusa would like to lay and do nothing but daydream about a life with running water regularly accessible.]

[But M.M. tries to have this mystical thing called A Life, Ken can’t be trusted to even recognize proper food, and Dokuro hangs around people like the Vongola and Kyoko and Haru who actually make sure she’s regularly fed. So. Here he is.]

I’m always your devoted servant, Mukuro-sama.

[Not only is it true, Chikusa also knows it’ll help stroke Mukuro’s ego. Not that it needs the help. He reaches for the fork, absolutely serious in his offer.]

May I?

[People call Mukuro dramatic, but clearly it was rubbing off on Chikusa.

Hearing that from Chikusa did make Mukuro's killing intent recede, if even a little bit, his smirk softening around the corners. It was ironic, that someone who survived off of lying and illusions and keeping secrets would seek out those who were completely honest and truthful with him.

He couldn't help but chuckle at Chikusa's earnestness, leaning forward, opening his mouth obediently in answer.]

[It’s not dramatic if it’s a totally legitimate concern, Mukuro-sama.]
[Neatly slicing through the omurice and scooping it up, he slips it into Mukuro’s mouth with the same quiet expression as always and tilts his head to the side.]

Is it satisfactory, Mukuro-sama?

[All that time he spent on it, it better be.]

[It's not like Mukuro would let them starve. There were apps now that he could manage their bank finances with no matter where he was, and it wasn't like wiring money took a lot of time. The shitting out in the woods without running water, yes, but not starving.

He hummed as he swallowed up the spoon, leaning back to lick his lips as he watched Chikusa's face with a contented smirk.]

Try it for yourself.

[He let an illusion swallow the two of them up before he reached for Chikusa, pulling him forward to kiss him, swiping his tongue against his bottom leap to coax the other boy's mouth open.]

[Mukuro’s name isn’t even half off his lips before he’s being pulled in close and he can feel the illusion wrapping around them. Any control over his own body is relinquished as those familiar lips slide along his own. There’s no point in fighting against it. Chikusa practically melts against the kiss, eyes fluttering shut.]

Mukuro-sama…

[The rest of the world is unimportant now. Hell, if it weren’t for the troublesome reactions of other people, it’s doubtful he’d care even if Mukuro did this shamelessly in public with nothing to hide either of them. All there is is the kiss, and Chikusa drops the fork onto the plate so that his hand can press longingly against Mukuro’s chest.]

[It's an easy thing to be with his followers, Chikusa in particular, who makes a point to be as unintrusive as possible while being as helpful as he could be. It was a trait worth rewarding, especially with Chikusa so pliant in his arms.

The sound of the fork clattering from Chikusa's hand was immensely satisfying, and smirking, Mukuro drew back slightly, lashes lowered.]

What do you think?

[About the food, but he would accept Chikusa's thoughts about the kiss as well.]

[Chikusa blinks, coming back to things neatly. Really, he should still be somewhat exasperated at Mukuro-sama... but his touch has a value higher than anything of monetary value. It's not worth the effort to hold onto those particular emotions.]

I couldn't tell you, Mukuro-sama... I was distracted.

[As per his plan, no doubt, but Chikusa's not complaining.]

[For all Mukuro knew how to manipulate his subordinates, he had to admit they mostly knew how to quell or ride out his moods just as easily, seasoned sailors used to navigating water that could be calm one minute and treacherous the next.

Pleased at that honest response, Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he leaned back in closer so their lips could brush again, looking up at Chikusa from underneath his lashes.]

Should I give you another taste?

[Rokudo Mukuro a tease? Never.]

[‘Never’ meaning ‘always’. A quiet shudder travels through his body as Mukuro gives him only the faintest of touches.]

Please, Mukuro-sama.

[It’s not as though he can expect any other answer. Chikusa has never hidden when he’s wanted Mukuro’s attention, in nearly an form, and now is no exception. His fingers knead into Mukuro’s shirt, a silent plea, but he doesn’t push forward himself. Instead, patient against his own desires, Chikusa waits.]

[While Mukuro would mock and comment on Ken's similarities to canines more often than not, sometimes he couldn't help but think Chikusa was more like one. Steadfastly loyal, well-trained, and constantly looking to him for affection or approval. It took little thought to imagine Chikusa waiting patiently for him to return for decades on end, even if there had been no word from him in ages.

He smirked at the response, expecting nothing less, before leaning back in to reward him for his good behavior.

He let the kiss linger this time, soft and slow, a gloved hand gently cradling Chikusa's cheek.]

[Mukuro being gentle somehow does more to him than if he’d been rough. Maybe it’s because he’s seen firsthand of how easy it is for Mukuro to be cruel, doing monstrous things with a flick of his wrist, so to be one of the few recipients of this soft touch…]

[His legs quiver beneath him, and he presses closer to suck softly on Mukuro’s lips as the kiss drags on.]

[It was hard not to chuckle as he felt the tremors start through Chikusa's body, and he pulled away slightly the more aggressive Chikusa became, licking his lips as he watched his subordinate.]

Perhaps you should take a seat.

[It was low, a silky suggestion instead of a command.]

[Mukuro pulling away is enough to make Chikusa pause, gears hastily turning in his head. Had that been too much, too fast? Usually he’s aware of how much he can get away with Mukuro-sama, whether holding him back physically from committing murder or pushing when they’re in bed. Still, mist was fickle and slipped through your fingers…]

[That invitation is a relief in that regard, and Chikusa silently takes a seat. Eyes full of wanting focus on Mukuro, patient but only so much so waiting for a command or permission given.]

[My, my, how utterly well-trained and well-behaved Chikusa was. It was enough to make Mukuro chuckle, soft and low, his eyes blazing. Truly, he had been fortunate enough to have Chikusa and Ken at his side, so obedient and pliant and willing. It would be enough to make any man drunk on power, and Mukuro was worse than most when it came to power.]

Well?

[Because he'd given Chikusa enough of a taste for him to give him his opinion, though at the same time he might be a bit put out if Chikusa could remember what they were talking about earlier. It wasn't as conflicting as it sounded.]

[The question makes him pause, as hard as it may be to tell that from someone so taciturn as Chikusa is regularly. He flicks through his memories again, not taking too long before he remembers the primary question. Ah, right.]

I think… the taste was somewhat faded by the time you kissed me the second time.

[A slow and thoughtful tilt of his head.]

...But I appreciated the texture far more.

[And by ‘texture’ he means ‘kiss’.]

Hungry for something else? My, my how rare.

[Well, not necessarily considering how thirsty his followers' were for his affections, not that he was complaining.

His smirk widened, not unkindly, as he leaned back against his chair to pick up the fork again.]

It's better to finish dinner first. It would be a shame to let all your hard work go to waste.

[He cut off a section off the omurice, holding it out to Chikusa.]

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