Fumioto Hirota
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Post by Fumioto Hirota on Jan 17, 2015 0:20:17 GMT -5
"Sick! Get a freaking room you horny toads!" Yet again Fumioto found the manager and the chef making out in the bathroom. Not only was it unsanitary and flat out tacky but the manager was a girl... and this was the men's bathroom. After freeing the man whom's face she was sucking onto she then proceeded to yelling at Fumi for making a scene and sent the two men to work. While walking he leaned over to the chef and whispered "So how much does she pay you to swap spit with her?" The manager must have heard him because she then commanded him to sweep the floor. Throwing his head back and letting out and audible moan he dragged his feet over to the supply closet and grabbed the broom.
Honestly he hated working here so much, especially when it was Saturday and he had to see his mule of a boss smooching in the men's bathroom. With an expression of pure hatred the teenager glared at the floor and swept. He was going to take his sweet time doing this. If the manager wanted to run like a chicken with it's head cut off and work the cash register and make coffee then so be it. Fumi wanted to watch her squirm anyways.
With passive agrssive thoughts muddling his brain the male accedently bumped his hip on the table. Out of habit he swore under his breath at the soarness now throbbing on his hip bone. However he swore a second time louder once he looked up and saw a customer sitting at the table with their coffee tipped over. "Aw- sorry darling just a second." Instinctively he lifted up his black apron to wipe off the spill but as he looked down he remembered he was wearing a white button up and there was no way he was going to get a coffee stain out of it. "Wait" he ordered bluntly as abandoned the costumer back to retrieve some rags. Upon returning he was rolling up his sleeves to make sure they wouldn't stain. "Sorry sorry " he sang in a unapologetic voice as he wiped up the mess. Deep down he didn't really feel bad that he spilled a little coffee but he wanted to keep his job.
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Post by Yukimi Aoi on Jan 18, 2015 18:24:44 GMT -5
The café was always a good place for Yukimi to think and write some sheet music...and plus he really loved the coffee there. On a cold day it was always nice to have a hot cup of coffee.
Yukimi sat in his usual seat near the farthest window, most people sat near the front but Yukimi didn't want to hear their pointless conversations about the weather or who's cute and who's not... Today was kind of a bad day for his head, Yukimi couldn't seem to put anything on his paper. He was already on his second cup of coffee when he noticed one of the workers was sweeping the floor awfully close to his table. It seemed like the young man was thinking of something and not really paying attention. And then as if in slow motion the other teenager bumped Yukimi's table and the coffee tipped over spilling whatever was left inside on the empty music sheet. Yukimi bolted up not wanting to get any coffee on himself. Though the other guy got some on him.
Without thinking Yukimi glared at the other person, honestly he was more angry about his coffee than the paper. As the other guy left for a second, Yukimi looked at his spilled coffee slowly spreading across the table. "Well there goes my money..." The worker came back with some rags. "Sorry sorry" Yukimi watched as he wiped up the coffee. "That doesn't sound very apologetic." Yukimi didn't really care but he was refraining from asking if he could get a free coffee...
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Fumioto Hirota
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Post by Fumioto Hirota on Jan 19, 2015 12:51:42 GMT -5
A small smirk tucked into the corners of the teen's lips as he wiped up the mess. "Oooh?" he thought as he saw the blank music sheets. Apparently that guy was some sort of music writer. How admirable. A small chuckle escaped him as the customer called him out for not sounding sorry. It was nice to have someone stand up to him every once in a while. "Would you prefer me to sound more apologetic sir?" he asked with a sinful grin. Without waiting for an answer he took the stranger's hand in his own and looked him straight in the eye. "I feel the deepest sorrow from doing an action as horrid as spilling someone's coffee while their ten entire steps away from a counter where they can buy a new one." He released the other male's hand and held his own cheek in thought. "Ah but I'm sure walking the few steps isn't a problem. It's money isn't it?"
Precisely. Coffee wasn't cheep these days, especially when it came out of a Styrofoam cup. Plus the guy across from him was relatively young and probably didn't have a job. And being a professional music writer was out of the question due to the now soaked blank sheets of paper. "We could actually be from the same school," thought Fumi as he studied the other male. Most boys around his age didn't come to a coffee shop to write music unless they were musically inclined.
Fumi then took out that day's tips out of his apron and handed it to the boy before him. "Here darling. You go buy yourself another cup of Joe and I'll clean the rest of this up." Fumi wasn't necessarily trying to be nice to the customer but he knew if the manmanager found out he spilled a customer's coffee and gave him a new one "on the house" she would just yell at him and take it out of his paycheck anyways. This way he wouldn't get in trouble.
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Post by Yukimi Aoi on Jan 19, 2015 23:40:37 GMT -5
As the other teen took Yukimi's hand, Yukimi looked him right back in the eye and down at his hand as the other guy held. Yukimi narrowed his eyes at this person, clearly hearing the sarcasm and sass. Normally Yukimi wouldn't bother with a person like this, but it was Saturday morning, and Yukimi was in need of more coffee. Besides, this guy seemed to have it coming to him.
Yukimi looked away clearly embarrassed as the worker correctly guessed his money problem. Was it obvious that Yukimi was low on cash? Sure he was young and jobless but he could still have money...How would a stranger know? He was surprised as the guy handed him his own money. Yukimi figured he didn't wanna lose the job because of this mess. Yukimi looked at the money in his hand and closed his fingers around it. "And why should I take your money when I could go tell the manager, get you in trouble, AND get free coffee, Darling?" He looked at the other male with a raised eyebrow.
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Fumioto Hirota
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Post by Fumioto Hirota on Jan 20, 2015 23:55:24 GMT -5
Oh hoho, that kid had guts. Fumi liked that. With his venomous grin widening he bent down and started wiping up the mess already. "Well sweetheart, my manager is a heartless bit- uh- woman and I highly doubt she would even give you a drink if you went up and told her about this whole fiasco." That was a straight up lie, but he sounded like he was being genuinely honest. He let out a small laugh before continuing, "I really don't see why you're on the fence about this. You're taking my hard earned money and buying whatever coffee you want with it. Even if you were to go back up there and miraculously got another coffee it would be the same size and type. So why don't you just be grateful and buy yourself another coffee."
Honestly that handful of tips right there was his dinner. Out of the two of them Fumi was probably the most in need of that extra bit of cash. However he really needed to keep his record clean in this shop and once again he let his pride rule over him. But whatever, he looked pretty sick just handing out money to strangers like it was nothing.
Between two fingers the male held up a soggy piece of music paper. "You don't need this right? I mean it is blank after all," he asked even though he already knew the answer. "Sly eyes scanned over the page before he crumpled it up and stuffed it in the empty coffee cup. He knew from experience that it really hurt when people criticized your music abilities and he was hoping to get under the guys skin just a little before he scurried away and spent his dinner money.
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Post by Yukimi Aoi on Jan 21, 2015 15:27:52 GMT -5
Yukimi froze. He stared at the balled up paper in the cup, then glared back up at the guy. The paper may have been blank but Yukimi was simply taking his time of thinking up a tune. Also considering that was the assignment from his composing class, Yukimi couldn't get another one of those...So, of course, he couldn't just let it go.
"Well, must not have been so hard earned if you're not even good at your job." He turned around to grab his backpack, which had the music school's insignia on the side, and held up the money to the other teen's face. "Maybe I'll use your money...and perhaps complain about a certain worker." Yukimi gave him a fake grin and turned towards the cashier, still waving the money up above his head.
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Fumioto Hirota
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Post by Fumioto Hirota on Jan 21, 2015 22:18:04 GMT -5
A shrug was given to the other male in response to his "insult". He couldn't argue with that one. The only reason he really got those tips was because he was a good looking dude and flirted with everyone in sight. He also made a pretty decent cup of coffee but that wasn't much of a factor In this case.
Thinking that the conversation was over with the worker bent over the table once more and soaked up the spilled liquid. Suddenly in front of his face appeared his money once. Quirking his brows at the unexpected scene he listened to the other male's threat. "Okie dokie honey, whatever makes you feel happy. Have fun talking to Satan," his tone was flippant. Out of habit he ran his fingers through his bangs and smiled at himself. Yeah. He was so screwed. But there was no way on god's great earth he was going to show any sort of indication he, Fumioto Hirota was defeated. No way, he was just going to cross his fingers and hope he wouldn't get fired.
"HIIIIIRRRRRROOOOTAAAAAH" boomed the manager. Customers looked up from their phones and beverages to gawk at the clearly aggravated woman. A few seconds of dead air hung before people reluctantly went back to their normal conversations. Fumi (who was now back to sweeping) looked up and sneered. Well it looked like the kid tattled after all. "Coming," he sang, not even phased by the crazy nut's yelling. As soon as he approached the two dinguses the woman demanded Fumi to apologize. "Ah, I'm not sure what I did wrong," he looked innocently at the customer, "could you please give me a quick recap what I did so I can properly apologize?"Now he was just playing dumb to screw with the stranger one last time.
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Post by Yukimi Aoi on Jan 22, 2015 22:46:06 GMT -5
Hirota... That name sounded familiar to Yukimi, as the manager lady screamed across the entire café. But Yukimi stood against the counter, with his new fresh cup of coffee, and watched as the worker walked over to the manager. Yukimi tried to make the cup very visible, so that he could see that Yukimi did spend his money on the biggest size...Yukimi couldn't help but smile a little as he drank some.
As the guy looked at Yukimi, playing clueless, Yukimi couldn't help but turn slightly red at out anger. He closed his eyes in frustration and threw his hand through the front of his hair revealing his forehead. "Ugh..." Yukimi glared at the this annoying person and said slightly through his teeth, "You spilled my coffee..."
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Fumioto Hirota
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Registered: Dec 26, 2014 1:52:24 GMT -5
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Post by Fumioto Hirota on Jan 24, 2015 23:29:10 GMT -5
The manager's eyes were like freaking dangers. God she made him feel uncomfortable. It was like she was some sort of hawk with a messed up face glaring down at it's prey. He couldn't smile with her looking at him like that. He also was beyond pissed that the kid actually told his manager even when he paid for the coffee. Honestly Fumi was going to find him at school and kick the living daylights out of him.
Once the stranger repeated his wrong doing Fumi forced his usual smirk and spat "Dear me, sorry that I am only human and spilled your precious coffee." His sass was thick enough to cut with a knife. Ah but his manager didn't like that. "With that attitude you can go home for the day, Hirota." Eyes as cold as ice stabbed into the woman's gaze. She knew how much he needed the extra hours and now she was telling him to go home? His eyes then shot to the kid. That guy was so dead.
But like the gentleman he was he only shrugged and started to untie his apron. "Thank you ma'am. I have a lot of homework from the academy," he then looked straight at the other male, " I have a remix to finish anyways." His tone was deadly, "Hey maybe I'll see you there, prick. It would be a pleasur seeing that pretty face of yours again." He then continued to throw the apron over the stranger's head and leave the shop despite his manager's yelling.
On the sidewalk in front of the cafe the male pulled out his phone and started dialing a friend of his. He was going to have to borrow some money.
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Post by Yukimi Aoi on Jan 27, 2015 21:05:56 GMT -5
Yukimi watched as the two talked, his eyes going back and forth from the manager lady to this Hirota guy. As the other guy shot him a look, Yukimi looked away as if he had nothing to do with it. He didn't feel bad at all really, the kid seemed like a complete ass... Yukimi rolled his eyes at the level of sass coming from this guy. He seemed to have a reply full of attitude for everything and it bothered Yukimi like crazy.
At the mention of the academy from the other male, Yukimi suddenly remembered seeing him occasionally though never for more than a slip second. And considering Yukimi's anti-socialness, he never bothers to focus on people. But as the other student basically threatening him of looking for him in school, Yukimi lowered his cup and gave him a look.
As the apron landed on his face, Yukimi jumped off the chair instantly throwing the apron off him, "Argh!" and glared after the kid as he walked off. This was officially the most annoying person Yukimi could think of. He gave out an irritated breath and turned to gulf down the rest of the coffee. He turned to the crazy manager and after a slight bow headed the door. He instantly regretted leaving when he saw Hirota still standing outside. But he couldn't just go back inside after already opening the door. Yukimi decided to completely avoid the person and tried as quietly as he could to go in the opposite direction.
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