Milk and Coffee at the Cafe

[mokachahanrp]

((eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey sorry for butting in, but i enjoy reading these and by waiting for me you meant waiting for the other roleplay, right? this one is between you guys, right? because if i was supposed to be a part of this HOO BOY DID I MISS A CUE. so like, carry on, i don't think i was supposed to but apologies if i was--

also not only you guys great writers, but omg, flower and mikuo are the best brotp. (also i love itou kashitarou) anywho carry on, sorry for totally reading EVERYTHING omg))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

(( if anything can u come in pls omg bc the more the merrier right? hehehe

and aw thank you! you're a great writer too. ^^ & yea I sorta ship them too, but not too romantically aha that would ruin my OTP

so yeah you could join if you want!! bc i'm pretty much just waiting for a reply OTL ))

[kitcat]

((you could totally join and we could draw this out! XD

_{kashitaro has a nice voice... =3= xD))}

Thanks!! ^///^ I love your writing...I also tend to chuckle when I read it, and you make it funny, but super like professional... ^^
These two are such bros, like, I agree...brOTP! XD
_{Mikuo, can I ask your OTP?}

If Moka joins, should she reply or should I...?))

[mokachahanrp]

((OMG BUT I NEVER WRITE SERIOUSYL AND THIS IS A SERIOUS RP I'M GONNA SCREW UP SO BAD))

"Hey-o, I'd like to order a Mont Blan- ooooh." Mugi waltzed into the store, a spring in his step but was cut short by the scene. Wow, this guy did not do a good job of securing the place. Awkward.

Mugi's quickest reaction was to turn around and begin exiting the cafe, crying, "I-i'm calling the cops!" He reached into his pocket and searched for his phone, when he heard the gun cocking right behind him. Oh yeah, you're not supposed to announced that kind of thing.

"Your phone," Mr. Murder Man growled, "Drop it on the ground."

Soon the cell phone was discarded and Mugi was directed into the cafe where the gunman could keep an eye on him. Well, that was quick.

((AHAHAHAHAHhhahahahHAHAHAHAHA.....................))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

(( OTP IS MIKU AND MIKUO... IT'S BEEN FOR YEARS LOLOL ))

Oh, cool. Mikuo definitely recognized this kid.

Over-the-top, peppy Megpoid Mugi was the only one out of anyone who walked into the cafe at a point like this. Mikuo felt the blood drain from his face as Mugi was also kept hostage from all this.

Mikuo had to think of something fast. As the gunman had his focus on Mugi, Mikuo quickly took the phone in his pocket and dialed 911. Once the phone was connected, he slipped it back in his pocket and stared at the rest of the cafe.

He couldn't die. He had so much to live for.

[mokachahanrp]

((heeey, i know someone who ships that to deaaaaaaath! as a multishipper, i just ship everything. A-ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY-- TH-THANK YOU KITKAT))

Once Mugi was forced to stand against the wall (usually that's what gunmen do) along with the rest of the unfortunate customers, he couldn't help but notice he recognized the other two students vaguely.

"Hey, you're Mikuo-kun!" Mugi exclaimed, and the gunman who was about to turn to face the cash register whirled around again at the idiot. "You were infamous for something! Were you the one who stole bread from the cafete--"

Mugi was cut short by a swift blow to the left cheek by the butt of the man's pistol. He crumpled to the ground, cradling the bruise that was beginning to form.

"Shut up," the man barked. Mugi shut up. "Stand up against the wall." Mugi stood up against the wall.

((here we have a first class case example of a moron))

[初音ミクオ☆彡]

(( o really??? haha who? ))

Mikuo's cheeks burned as Mugi fell to the ground, his focus on something other than the gunman and Mugi for a few seconds.

Shit, is that still going around about me? I could've sworn that people forgot about that by no-

"Hey, pay attention!" 

Mikuo's attention was now fully on the gunman once again, who had a gun pointed directly at Mugi's forehead. He didn't doubt for a second that Mugi could be dead any minute, and as annoying the peppy student was, Mikuo did not want to see a fellow classmate's head be shot open.

His brows furrowed as he thought about their current situation. Where were the goddamn cops? They should've been here by now, right? And what the hell was the gunman still doing here? 

Mikuo slowly took a step back away from where the gunman and Mugi were. This man clearly had other objectives besides ransacking the entire cafe, and if he so happened to be a pervert...

The teal-haired individual slowly pulled out his phone, looking to see where the call had went. To his horror, the call had dropped the second 911 had come into contact.

F-Fuck.. What now?!

Just then, the gunman turned around to look at the rest of the cafe, unfortunately spotting the blue phone in his hands.

"Tried to be slick, huh asshole?!" 

He grabbed Mikuo by the hair. Dragging the teenager towards the side of the room where Mugi had to stand by earlier, he was kicked to the floor. In that moment, Mikuo never feared for his life more. 

S-shit!!

[mokachahanrp]

((WAIT HE ACTUALLY STOLE BREAD FROM THE CAFETE----))

Mugi's eyes widened as the gravity of the situation (finally) occurred to him. Mikuo was getting pummeled by an armed man who could take his life at any moment! He had so much to live for! So much bread to eat. (He was panicking and his mind started to lose focus.)

((AND I DON'T THINK I'LL DO TOO MUCH BECAUSE OTHERWISE FLOWER'LL BE COMATOSE))

[kitcat]

((why do I always have to pick in the Cultural Fest!! DX

You are doing fine Mokachan!! ^^ and you're welcome! ^3^

Oh! I see your OTP now Mikuo...XD I get very indecisive with ships in Vocaloid...XDD))

Curling up slightly, V. Flower gritted her teeth and scrunched up her face as she took the multiple kicks the gunman lavished out on her. She kept repeating a mantra of As long as he doesn’t hurt Mikuo, you’ll live; she thought this for no glorious reasons, and not because she admired or was in love with the annoying teal haired teen, but because he looked ready to snap. Flower believed that, of the two of them, she would be more apt to handle the kicks than the slender and delicate looking Mikuo. Besides, she couldn’t exactly stand by and let the most popular boy in school (and brother to THEHatsune Miku) be killed or something while she just sat there like a damsel in distress; she could talk care of herself!

Or so she liked to believe. As she lay, curled up on the floor, and wincing, the door opened and a distinctive shock of green hair strode in. Flower groaned but she wasn’t sure if it was from the multiple kicks she had received from gunman, or if it was because the world’s clumsiest class representative had just entered the bakery. She had just been about to think that the situation had hit rock bottom, and by default most improve soon yet it would seem she had thought too soo- Wait. Mikuo, the Mikuo had stolen bread from the cafeteria!? The thought was too amusing, V. Flower burst out laughing.

“You stole bread?!” She barked out. The thought was so amusing, she hardly minded the growl from the gunman to stop. She sobered when Mugi was hit across the face. V. Flower had never seen Mugi so compliant, or terrified looking than then (with good reason of course).

And of course, things got worse from there. Flower’s eyes opened in surprise at Mikuo as she noticed he had tried to contact the police. And he had been caught by the gunman! Flower nibbled on her lip in fear. The gunman seemed crazed by this point, and he was definitely waiting for something…. Mikuo could have potentially signed his death sentence. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face, trying desperately to think of something. Phones were out, madly dashing at him was out, this was out, and that was out, out, out! OUT!! She couldn’t think of anything!! She began to panic, and she did what first came to mind as a remotely good idea. She could handle this stuff; she was tougher than Mikuo or Mugi. They were used to nice pampered lives. She had remembered hard, hungry nights with her mother, she regularly got in fights at school as a little kid. She could do this!

“Hey!! Mister!” V. Flower called out, standing up, her legs slightly weak. She was aware her knees shook slightly, but she pushed the thought from her mind. She had two options. Appeal to the fact he was a man, and hope to distract him for Mugi or Mikuo to do something, or fight him, and hope Mugi and Mikuo would work something out while he was distracted.

At least the gunman had stopped pummeling Mikuo. She tried to catch his eye or Mugi’s, but neither attempt was successful. She took a hesitant step towards the gunman, who raised the gun.

“Do you kids think I’m fucking around?!” He yelled, spittle flying from his mouth. He definitely looked crazed. V. Flower faltered, eyes trained on the gun pointed once more on her. Suddenly her two ideas didn’t seem to work that well. Any sudden movements, and he would probably shoot her. At this range, there was no way she wasn’t making it out with just a flesh wound.

“What else do you want? He’s already told you there’s no more money” she pointed at Mikuo here “and you’ve scared us all enough. What is it you want? Hmm? My money? Me? Everyone? What is it?” She asked, coldly.

The gunman snarled.

“I’m getting real tired of you!! All of you!!” He leaped forward and snatched V. Flower’s wrist. She tried to jerk it back, but he grabbed hold and pulled her to him, cocked the gun and shoved it against her head, tilting her head up. She winced. She had messed up majorly. For the first time, she felt scared. She was terrified. She flicked her glance between Mikuo and Mugi.

((I kinda like the idea of V.Flower having lived a not so decent life..? So I’m gunna play with that dynamic a bit…sorry!! >.>
Also…I’m sorry I just stopped…I realized I have no idea what we’re doing anymore..? Like, should the police come all the same? Or a superhero? Or does he kill everyone?

And sorry about the wall... ^^; ))