#idlemaid

Otto had absolutely no idea what was going on today. Was it a festival? An event? He tried to check his phone but couldn’t find anything. The entire line of shops that dotted the street he found himself on were completely packed. Even the bar! Really, he just wanted to take a break and get some food in his belly! After all, traffic and the denizens of Shizume were merciless. If you so much as put a horse drawn carriage on the road it slowed down traffic and the abuse he’d had to suffer because of it really took the wind out of his sails. 

“Uuu.. Maybe I should invest in a car after all...” he thought to himself as he parked his carriage along the side of the road, his hands stroking the animal’s mane once he had finished supplying it with food and drink from the back. It would be all too easy for someone to walk up and steal what they wanted given that it was an open carriage, but that’s what his horse was for! Also since he’d only be a short distance away, he’d just set up some tiny little barriers thanks to his aura. Hopefully they held out long enough for him to enjoy a good meal. 

“I can’t believe this is the only place that isn’t packed..” Otto eyed the ornate sign that decorated the maid cafe and his cheeks flushed a bit in embarrassment. He’d never been to one. Just what kind of fetish establishment was this!? Well, as long as they had good food he couldn’t really complain. 

Once he walked in he was in awe. It felt like a whole other world. This place was designed to cater to men and yet the interior decoration was so girly and frilly. Was it to give the impression of being inside a girl’s room? That would definitely get a man’s heart pumping! How cunning these maid’s be. 

Emilia was flat broke. That was an irrefutable fact. Sure, she lived in a luxurious mansion that had more rooms than only the small handful of occupants even needed, and a large estate that took roughly about an hour to walk the circumference of but that didn't necessarily reflect the ongoing state of Emilia's wallet. The eccentric man who had fostered Emilia was probably one of the richest men in Shizume and he took care of Emilia's every need without complaint, but she was absolutely loathe to request anything of him. All the pretty dresses that lined Emilia's closet and the cute hair accessories she wore were all because of Puck's scheming. Her foster father, who was a strain himself, didn't at all seem surprised by the appearance of Puck, who shamelessly requested things on Emilia's behalf. Personally, the female could care less about what she wore as long as it sufficiently covered her, but Puck wanted his cute Lia to look even more cute. While Emilia went on her weekly stroll throughout the city, she often found herself staring wistfully through the shop windows. She didn't dare do more than window browse, and despite Puck's urging, she refused to ask her benefactor for any funds. Every once in a while she'd walk by that cafe and yearn to order something on the menu.. That's how Emilia came to work at one particular maid cafe. Because of Emilia's odd appearance most wouldn't even consider her, but this place was different. The manager was desperate to hire and even though Emilia's appearance was strange, the owner remarked that some of the cafe's patrons were odd otaku's who were into that kind of thing. Emilia had no idea what an "otaku" was but she was glad they seemed to be so accepting. Once hired, Emilia was to start the next day after her college courses ended. She donned the monochromatic uniform in the changing room and looked up as a woman with short pink hair entered, also sporting the same uniform. "Hello. It looks like I'll be in your care today." Emilia put on her best smile and even though she had steeled her resolve, she couldn't quell the anxiety welling up within her. Thoughts of how she might fail at something or how there would be any customers who may not be as open as the owner claimed.. She banished such negative thoughts and thought back to how Puck had cheered her on earlier, those words would help see her through the day.  

Emilia’s stroll through the city brought her past interesting shops and cafe’s, though being completely broke she didn’t dare step foot inside. She didn’t feel comfortable relying on the man who had taken her in, no matter how filthy rich he was, and because of that she applied to as many jobs as she could. Not many were keen on hiring her though she couldn’t blame them for that.. Most would probably be unsettled by her appearance. However, one job seemed desperate, and the manager didn’t hide his exasperation for one of his employees who, while being a hit with the more masochistic patrons, honestly just wasn’t very good for much else. 

Emilia donned the black and white uniform of the maid cafe and got to work. Though if Emilia had any inkling as to whom the manager was referring to, she might have questioned why he’d have this particular maid train her. When it came time for Emilia to serve one of the guests a parfait, she couldn’t help but notice that the person who had built it for her had missed a few key ingredients, but seemed far too busy to assist with it.

“Cover it in mustard, and call it a day.”

“But... Isn’t this a parfait? Eh? Eh? Is this really OK?”

Fortunately, the customer in question happened to be a fan of her teacher, and therefore didn’t mind when she followed Emilia to the table and casually drowned the parfait in the yellow condiment, then with a dark veil shrouding her eyes said something akin to “Eat it you worm. Don’t waste my kouhai’s hard work.”

Coffee: How easily do they get addicted to things?

He can take up and drop most things fairly easily, except for games. If he’s hooked, he’s playing until he beats it. Even shitty mobile games.

Deploy: What is their view on the world in general (i.e. is it positive, negative, etc.)?

But is she too lazy to step on me?

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