Milk and Coffee at the Cafe

[kitcat]

((what are titles? Sorry!! idk, I recently heard the Kashitaro Ito/GUMI song Milk and Coffee so...XD
Also, I saw Mikuo works part-time at a cafe so, I went off that?))

A drop of rain startled V.Flower out of her thoughts. She frowned and glared at the sky, as if daring it to continue to rain on her. Yet, the rain either didn’t care about her thoughts or chose not to hear her, and the skies soon opened up, releasing a deluge of water. Flower’s outfit was by no means water friendly, and she had just gotten her hair to look right and was not in the mood to have it ruined by the rain. She lifted her bag above her head, in place of an umbrella and glanced around for somewhere to duck into. Her eyes fell on a small, but pleasant looking café sitting almost ducked away. It looked right up her alley: as though the inside would be cute and charming. She bolted for it, and all but threw open the door in her dash to get out of the rain. She stood just inside the door, dripping slightly. It was warm and cozy inside, and definitely dry.


She attempted to shake out some of the water in her hair, but gave up and entered the café properly. It was surprisingly quiet for such a rainy day. A few patrons sat enjoying drinks and various bakery items. A single barista stood behind the bar, looking slightly bored. V.Flower scanned the menu, biting her lip as she struggled to figure out what to buy. All of the different kinds of coffees and teas often ended up confusing her, and she elected to order whatever she first saw when she ordered.


She took a deep breath and approached the counter. She glanced at the menu again and made her decision.


“Um, hello” She mumbled, greeting the worker.


“Can I order a medium café au lait?” She asked, staring straight ahead yet not meeting the worker’s eyes.


“Oh, and a pastry?” She asked, fishing around in her bag for money. She stopped when she realized she had her cute kitty purse, which was so out of character for her. She blushed and looked around her, embarrassed. It didn’t help that she soon recognized who the cashier was. It was Hatsune Mikuo, one of the smartest kids at school that everyone wanted to get to know. Flower had always pegged him as cold, aloof and somewhat judgmental (an irony she didn’t realize as she instantly judged his personality).


As she fumbled for a way to get her money out without him noticing her purse, her over working, panicked mind jumped to action, and she ended up blurting out that thought.


“Aren’t you Hatsune Mikuo, from school? The really smart one?” She asked, hoping to catch him off guard long enough to finish counting change.



((I hope this works... ;u;

I also realized I think you said Mikuo would walk in and there would be a gunman...I can change it if that works better...?))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

((I LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS OH MY GOS H I WAS LOOKING AT POSTS AND THAT WAS WHEN I REALIZED OMFG IM SO SORRY and nah its fine!! i like this better actually haha ))

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<sub>Work had only barely started when things had probably taken a turn for the worst for Mikuo Hatsune.

First of all, it was seriously the worst outside. The weather channel hadn't predicted rain in the morning before he left, yet here it was in all it's shining glory. Mikuo wasn't fortunate enough to snag an extra umbrella before he left, like he usually did.

He wondered, as he stood behind the counter, if his sister was caught off guard from the rain. She had mentioned she was going out...

Feeling slightly disgusted with himself for thinking of her for the tenth time today since his shift started, he was glad to turn his attention to the girl in front of him.

It was an understatement to say that the rain got her "a little". A little more than half of her hair was wet, and it was clear to see that her wet clothes were dripping onto the tile floor, a mess slowly forming.

Mikuo almost chuckled at the thought of Teto coming in to clean up the mess.

As Mikuo took the girl's order, he really didn't expect for her to go out and say anything related to the sort, but...

When she asked him if he was Hatsune Mikuo, he almost rolled his eyes right there.

Ah, the talk of Hatsune Mikuo, how he was all smart and cold and, occasionally, mysterious. In all honesty, Mikuo couldn't give one more shit about the issue, but the sole fact that this happened outside of school pissed him off.

"Is that what's going around about me? How nice," he said, a tone of deadly sweetness in his voice.

Whoever this girl was, she made his day a bit more annoying.</sub>

[kitcat]

((It's fine! ^^ okay!! ^^))

V. Flower stiffened up, embarrassed. She placed her change on the table and looked at her feet. She could feel her face heating up, but she was determined to remain aloof and practical. She composed herself and shrugged.

"That's the talk at least. I'm not sure how smart you really are, but that is what's going around about you" She said, hoping she sounded nonchalant. She murmured a "it's better than being labeled a delinquent" under her breath, as a snide after remark, and flicked her glance up, hoping he didn't hear. This whole ordeal was going from bad to worse.

She shifted her weight and stared at Mikuo while she waited for him to get her order. She didn't trust herself to open her mouth again, so she waited in silence, yelling at herself and her awkwardness in her head.

((so...I thought I'd introduce the conflict in my next post? I apologize for the really short post..>.>))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

((it's okay haha short posts happen a lot with everyone OTL))

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<sub>Mikuo's eyes narrowed, slightly confused about what to say.

This girl was a customer, yes, and he had no excuse to be rude to her. Yet, as she said these things, Mikuo almost wanted to walk out of the cafe and into the pouring rain.

Instead, he took the change and put it into the cash register. He messily wrote the order down on a scratchpad and handed the paper to the barista. Looking back to the front of the counter, he noticed the girl had stiffened up.

"That's the talk at least-"

Oh, really?

"-I'm not sure how smart you are, but that is what's going around about you."

Before Mikuo took a sigh, ready to just switch the topic of the conversation, he heard the remark the girl said.

"It's better than being labeled a delinquent."

It was very quiet and quick, but he heard it regardless.

"Regardless of whatever I am, it's still uncomfortable to be known by the entire student body," he retorted, narrowing his eyes at the girl.</sub> 

[kitcat]

((I'll wait for Mokachan, but I like your post in the school festival one...XD))

Her head shot up at his comment; her eyes widened before she narrowed them, suspiciously. She had an inkling he had overheard her, and she wasn't sure how that made her feel.

"How is that bad? You're super popular and everyone wants to be your friend!" Flower was surprised that he didn't want the attention; good attention couldn't be bad, right?

However, Mikuo never got to answer. The door to the cafe slammed open, and a man in a mask stormed in, with gun raised in the air. The gun looked like it could do some serious damage.

"Everyone hands up!" He shouted over the sounds of the screaming customers. V. Flower stood frozen in place at the sight. She had started to panic, which was never a good thing. But, the whole situation was so surreal, and unexpected and just...just way too much like something from a movie! V. Flower couldn't even really hear them over the sound of her pounding heart.

((So, I apologize for the fact that I kinda copped out...I have no idea how to do the scence... sorry... ;3; ))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

(( LOL alright! And haha ty ^^ your transition was fine btw o: ))

Mikuo was about to apologize when, all of a sudden, the impossible happened:

A fucking gunman came in.

"T-They only come in f-for one reason..." Mikuo whispered, feeling light-headed.

The gunman wanted money.

He, fucking Hatsune Mikuo, was in charge of money.

As if he had said this out loud, the gunman looked right at him with a wicked grin, coming over. At this point, he couldn't even see where the girl he was talking to less than a minute ago was.

"You know what to do, don't you?" He said, cackling. He walked over and held the gun to Mikuo's head.

At this point, Mikuo almost cried. Opening the cash register, he took the bills out with shaking hands.

"Hurry up, god dammit!" The man screamed, eventually kicking Mikuo in the shin. Mikuo doubled over in pain, his insides two seconds away from spilling themselves out.

He tried to reassure himself. Everything would be okay, right?

[kitcat]

((Also, I am assuming we are following orders for the rps (like the zombie one)...right?
oh! okay! thanks! 0.0))

V. Flower half-turned her head to Mikuo and saw the slight panic on his face. It was just enough to slightly shake her out of her own fear, and she turned to face the attacker. After all, Mikuo was, essentially, the target off the gunman's attention.

Yet, even still, it took her a long time to act. She hadn't even started moving (and even then it was as slow as syrup) before she saw Mikuo double over. Even if he had pissed her off shortly before, he was still a kid, and didn't deserve to be robbed at work at gunpoint.

"Hey! You want money!?" She yelled, hurling her kitty purse at the attacker's head. Her plan was to wrestle the gun away from him. She waited until the purse hit him, right in the head (she was glad she had a good arm), and then charged at him, eyes focusing on the gun.

Flower was by no means weak, and could hold her own. Yet, she was still weaker by far than the gunman. Even with a burst of adrenaline shooting through her veins, she was by no means strong enough to overpower the gunman.

"You bitch!" He growled, using the gun to backhand her across the face, sending V. Flower slipping across the floor. She looked up, still glaring at him when she noticed the gun pointed at her.

She wouldn't give in. She knew she should. But she was still on a adrenaline high, and she didn't know how Mikuo was doing. She never thought she would do anything this stupid, but she had stopped thinking ages ago, probably when the gunman entered the cafe.

Still glaring at the gunman, Flower spit the blood building up in her mouth onto the floor.

(So, feel free to rp as the gunman too...Cuz, I dislike having my characters hurt by me, cuz I feel like I'm godmodding, so you are welcome to...just don't kill her...XD Also, hope this is believable...?))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

(( don't worry, if anything you do the gunman's actions for mikuo and ill do it for v.flower xD & yes, let's follow an order haha ))

When V.Flower spat up blood, Mikuo felt his insides churn.

He hated blood.

Unfortunately, for Mikuo, if he didn't act fast, his blood would be on the goddamn floor.

The gunman took V.Flower and held her by her hair, dragging her to the middle of the room.

"If any of you squeal and call the cops, I'll blow her fuckin' head off!"

Multiple sobs were muffled as the gunman stared around the room, making eye contact with a select few, who eventually broke it off once they realized they may have been staring into the eyes of death.

Mikuo felt the bile form in his mouth. He wasn't ready to die. There was so much in his life he hadn't gotten to do.

When he thought about this, a spark of adrenaline flowed through his veins.

"You want money, right? Get it and leave," Mikuo said as politely as he could, using a paper bag to stack the bills that were currently in the register.

[kitcat]

((that works... ^^ Okay! ^^))

V. Flower gritted her teeth, resisting as much as she dared. It wasn't much, but she did drag her legs to make it slower, but she got an extra tug on her hair, and she stopped that soon there after. She sat in the middle of the room and fidgeted every so often to let him know she hadn't resigned to her fate entirely.

She was honestly shocked when Mikuo spoke. She was also annoyed at him. She glared at him across the room. The only reason she had done what she did was to let Mikuo leave or something. If he wasn't careful, he'd be getting a bullet in his head.

She tried to convey her annoyance to him ,non-verbally, but she was soon dragged again as the gunman and his hostage crossed the room to Mikuo.

The gunman glared at Mikuo, not trusting him.

"No funny business, you here? Or you're both getting a taste of my gun!" He shouted, shoving Mikuo aside and shoveling the rest of the bills in.

It wasn't a lot of time, but it was enough.

"What are you doing?!" Flower hissed at Mikuo, glaring at him.

"Are you crazy? You're the one most in danger here!" She muttered, lowering her voice and pausing when the gunman looked her way. He was starting to get fidgety, and that was never a good sign.

He finished the cashier and turned to Mikuo, aiming the gun first at the boy, and then at herself. He selected Mikuo, and, still holding V.Flower's hair, placed the gun back against Mikuo's temple.

"Is there anymore cash in this building...and you better tell the truth! No use hiding it from me!" He barked.

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

Oh my fucking God.

The gun was against his temple.

"No, there isn't any money left in the building," Mikuo said as sternly as he could. The gunman seemed to doubt him, as he let go of the girl's hair and took the fist to Mikuo's face several times

Mikuo fell back once the man stopped punching him, cringing in pain as he watched the gunman kick the same girl a few more times before running out of the cafe.

Mikuo finally fell to the floor, grasping his right eye. From what he experienced, it was definitely a close call from being shot. He'd take the punches any day.

"Fuck..." Mikuo sobbed quietly, taking an arm to cover his eyes from leaking tears to his cheeks.

He almost fucking died. That's what scared him the most.

Mikuo passed out.

(( .... LOL UM

I made Mikuo unconscious. You can tailor this towards a new sort of dilemma, or you could write up a conclusion and we can be done with this and start a new one! You choose c:

Also sorry for the lazy derp writing at the end LOL))