Kuroko's settling in to his job

[invisiballman]

Who: Kuroko and OPEN
What: Kuroko is on the job
When: Anytime during the week
Where: Sweet Dreams cafe
Warnings: None yet


[The Sweet Dreams Cafe is a small establishment that specializes mostly in upscale coffee, smoothies, bubble tea, and most importantly for Kuroko, milkshakes. They also have a small selection of sandwiches and pastries.The owner was kind enough to give him a job, and he thinks he's getting the hang of it pretty quickly. He does have a little problem with accidentally sneaking up on the customers though.

He's working on that. So if anyone is startled by the sudden appearance of a blue haired boy in a pink apron, he's sorry. The name tag on his apron says 'Kai' ]


Welcome to Sweet Dreams. What can I get for you today?


[His dog is also lending a hand. Or... a paw. There is a fluffy little puppy sitting outside the cafe, barking at passersby. Those that look are greeted with a wagging tail and an expectant look. Come inside. How can you say no to that face?]

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[invisiballman]

I see. Thank you very much for your continued support.

[Kuroko is nothing if not extremely polite.]

It's very nice to meet you, Pinkie. My name is Kai.

[There's just the barest hint of a pause before the name. He's steadily getting better at remembering to use the alias.]

[sailorlaughter]

You're welcome!

[And Pinkie's pretty literal.]

Nice to meet you too, Kai! Where're you from?

[invisiballman]

[Hmm, he really should have put more thought into a fake backstory.

No, actually he should have put any thought at all into a fake backstory. Time to improvise.]

I grew up in a very small town out in the country. I only moved to the city recently. It's not at all what I expected.

[That last bit is certainly true.]

[sailorlaughter]

Oh, yeah? Me too! I grew up on like, a little farm out somewhere!

[Because that's specific, right?]

But I've been living here for a while now. Ever since our first tour finished up!

[invisiballman]

[He can't be any more specific himself, so he won't press.]

Tour? Are you a performer?

[Is she one of the people they're here to rescue?]

[sailorlaughter]

Yeah! My name's Pinkie, I'm in System Crash!

[Which, obviously, he has heard of. Obviously.]

[invisiballman]

[He has, actually. He's at least looked up the names of the current popular bands. But he doesn't know much else about them.]

I see. You'll have to forgive me. I didn't expect someone so famous to come to a small place like this.

[Mental note: More studying is in order. Both about the entertainment industry and geography.]

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie giggles.]

It's no problem! And don't worry, I don't think anybody's following me! I usually stay out of the tabloids and stuff!

[invisiballman]

That's wise of you. The tabloids aren't usually that flattering.

[He's read a few about Kise by now that have him a little worried. He hopes there's a healthy does of scandal sells behind it. Better than it being true.]

[sailorlaughter]

Yeeeeeeah. I mean, you know they just make up most of the stuff they say, right?

[Her own band doesn't get talked about half as much as some - probably because they're so young. But Pinkie stil worries.]

[invisiballman]

Do they? That's good to know.

[If only there was a way to sort out the truth, the tabloids could still be useful though.]

I suppose that from an insider perspective, they must seem a little ridiculous.

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie snorts.]

Totally! Like, one time they said one of my bandmates was a demon, just 'cause her eyes were red? People still sometimes throw saltines at her when we go out.

[invisiballman]

Do saltines work against demons?

[He's pretty sure that's just salt.]

[sailorlaughter]

[She shrugs.]

I dunno. That's what the magazine said.

[invisiballman]

I see. If I ever meet a demon, I'll give it a try.

[He may be joking. It's hard to tell.]

[sailorlaughter]

Pfffffft, demons aren't REAL, silly! [Pinkie giggles.] But if they WERE, maybe they'd like crackers and you could get away while they ate them!

[invisiballman]

Then it might be worth it to have better crackers than saltines. They'd probably prefer something fancier.

[sailorlaughter]

Yeeeeeeah, I guess? You could bring some little cheese slices too!

[invisiballman]

[The carefully maintained poker face slips a little at the image of someone escaping demons by offering a cheese tray. That's actually pretty funny.]

I suppose the safest thing would be to carry an entire selection of hors d'oeuvres in case different demons have different tastes.

[sailorlaughter]

Yeah! And maybe little cakes too, in case they've already eaten dinner!

[invisiballman]

[At this rate she might actually succeed at getting him to laugh out loud.]

At that point, you might as well just bring them dinner.

[What is this conversation even?]

[sailorlaughter]

You can just carry around a picnic basket, just in case you find any demons!

[Who knows, man.]