Mamoru Nakamura [Ichigo Kurosaki] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2013-07-16 12:25 am
15minuteslate) wrote in savetheearth2013-07-16 12:25 am
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Who: Vanessa and Mamoru
What: Vanessa and Mamoru getting along like a house on fire. By which I mean, she's stealing from the tip jar again because he was an ass to her, and the Tom and Jerry shenanigans are rudely interrupted by a Vermini attack.
Where: Starbucks.
When: July 16
It had been one hell of a shift. First there had been "make sure the cappuccino's not too dry but not wet either" girl (who really wanted it bone dry, she brought it back if it wasn't) and then there had to be at least five people who forgot that they'd wanted their drinks iced until they'd already been made, and he'd just finished off someone who'd apparently been sent to get coffee for an army. An army that wanted dirty chais and iced lattes and everything else under the sun.
Half an hour. That was it. Then he could ditch this place and go blow off some steam somewhere else before that class...
Mamoru had his back to the register, cleaning out the coffee urns with a wet rag. He glanced back at the front every few minutes, but really wasn't paying all that much attention.
What: Vanessa and Mamoru getting along like a house on fire. By which I mean, she's stealing from the tip jar again because he was an ass to her, and the Tom and Jerry shenanigans are rudely interrupted by a Vermini attack.
Where: Starbucks.
When: July 16
It had been one hell of a shift. First there had been "make sure the cappuccino's not too dry but not wet either" girl (who really wanted it bone dry, she brought it back if it wasn't) and then there had to be at least five people who forgot that they'd wanted their drinks iced until they'd already been made, and he'd just finished off someone who'd apparently been sent to get coffee for an army. An army that wanted dirty chais and iced lattes and everything else under the sun.
Half an hour. That was it. Then he could ditch this place and go blow off some steam somewhere else before that class...
Mamoru had his back to the register, cleaning out the coffee urns with a wet rag. He glanced back at the front every few minutes, but really wasn't paying all that much attention.
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"Great, way to make me look like an axe murderer! This won't be conspicuous at all," he groaned.
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Oh, god, it was under her fingernails!
"I'm the one who's going to come out of here looking like a murderer anyway. So stop complaining." She muttered, still focused on her hand.
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"I'll come up with something." Now this knife was a problem. She might be able to explain away some blood on her clothes but that was a little too conspicuous.
She tossed a glance around the cafe before spotting an abandoned laptop bag that the owner had left behind while still securing their computer and headed straight for it, unzipping it and shoving the knife inside. That would do.