#keisuno

hmm, four years older— is that right?— is still older!!!

hey—- `huffs, my voice coming out nasally` don’t do that! and don’t pout either!!! `reaches for your hand with mine, pulling it down and intertwining my fingers with yours instead` and to think, you’re the older one here.

`snorts and scrunches my nose, shifting a bit to get more comfortable` you got scared from that? huh—- weeeeak, you’re weak.

`grins cheekily and reaches for your wrist, my fingers wrapping around it as i pull you into my arms a bit suddenly, flopping us both down` whaaaaaaaa—???

no, you come to me, dang.

"Would you like a free sample?" L.Joe was on sample duty again but this time his boss told him to go further away from the cafe and to pass out small pearl-purple coloured flyers with the address on them. The text was printed in a fancy metallic silver paint.

Shifting on his feet, his red converse scrapping the ground, he held up a white tray full of small cups with different types of liquid in them. His boss decided that they should try to offer more flavours of fruit juice, such as the new Strawberry Kiwi, Mixed Berry and Melon Supreme. The contents in the cups either had a peachy pink, a dark purple or a pastel green colour.

The cups were also branded with the cafe's name in the same kind of metallic paint on the cards, although L.Joe couldn't understand why. Ordering custom cups was a waste of money but his boss was also the type to go all out on certain things. On the side of the tray was a small stack of business-size cards that had the address of the cafe, it's website and a QR code for easy scanning.