catching ✧ dreams

        “– and he’s not anti-Strains. I still don’t understand how           any of you managed to work here with this kind of boss.          The stuff the others told me about him… makes me shud-          der, really.”     He was actually glad he hadn’t applied earlier already, even     though he had wanted to. Working under the previous own-     er of the cafe didn’t sound like something he’s have liked to     do, according to the rest of the kitchen staff and a thing or     two Hajime had told him.         “Careful there, doggy. You’re not the only one with sharp          teeth. You know girls fawn over vampires a lot more than          they do about smelly werewolves?”     Still only jesting, Ren laughed a little deviously, but mainly     in amusement.          “Heartbreak… ugh, tell me about it. Though I guess it’s a          lot worse when you’re actually in love with someone, and          not just majorly crushing. Nobody said anything about gi-          ving up… it’s just a little depressing sometimes, you know?          I mean, you’re engaged, Hajime is too, Kakeru and Wataru          have someone, as well, and I’m pretty sure there’s someth-          ing along those lines going on with aniki right now, too. Wa-          tching is never fun.”

     ”Exactly.”

It was rather obvious that they all preferred their current boss, and Yamato couldn’t help but look a tad bit amused at how neither of them seem to miss the elderly man who ended up never finding out that he actually only hired Strains in the end. He could definitely understand where Ren was coming from with those words, and if it weren’t for the fact that he had been in need of this job and all, the butterfly most likely wouldn’t have applied at this place, either. In the end, he stayed mainly because of his coworkers. 

“Well, as bad as it was, it’s positive to see how much nicer this place has become since Shigeru-san took over, don’t you think? Not to mention that the previous boss wasn’t even able to find out that he was actually surrounded by Strains. Or he did know unconsciously and left as a result, who knows.”

Raising a mere brow at the patissier’s jesting comment, Yamato let out something that sounded oddly familiar to a failed growl, before simply deciding to drop that subject for now. 

        “But I’m a patissier, not a waiter. It wouldn’t feel right to do          anything but what I love so much.” He chuckled. “Was that          a subtle compliment? I’ll do my best not to make anyone          faint, though. I’ve a feeling Miyashita-san wouldn’t be ve-          ry happy about it.”     As Yamato continued to speak, Ren busied himself with sort-     ing the cupcakes left into a small box – as soon as he was do-     ne at the cafe, he was going to stop by at Rei’s to give him the     baked goods, as he did so often when he made these little sa-     mples.         “A werewolf, huh… not bad, not bad. But that makes us ene-          mies. Careful~”     Ren was merely jesting, obvious by the wide, toothy grin on his     face. However, it soon vanished, and got replaced by a smaller     smile.         “…not sure. So far, I didn’t consider any of the people I dat-          ed ideal, actually… appearance-wise, sure, but other than          that… so I don’t really know what my ideal person would          be like. As long as they’re not an ass and only date me to          use me, I guess I’d be able to arrange myself with anyone,          really.”

"Then that means you’re doing a good job for both occupations, so be proud of that,” Yamato retorted with a snicker as he leaned back slightly, arms crossed in front of his chest as he observed the younger male with a grin on his lips. “Mhh, well, that doesn’t change the fact that I get the feeling that Shigeru-san is less strict about everything than the previous owner. And he’s definitely more sympathetic.” 

At the patissier’s next comment, the shapeshifter couldn’t help but release a snort, one brow raised in amusement as he showed his teeth. “Hee~ well let’s see whether we get to amuse the customers like this then. It would be something different, that’s for sure~”

        “Of course I am~! It wouldn’t be fun if only you butlers got to           wear costumes and everyone else was just wearing their no-          rmal work clothing, or not? It would totally ruin the mood.”     Not that he expected to have time to actually show off his cost-     ume, not only because he already knew he was going to be sw-     amped with work, but also because he was going to have to we-     ar some sort of protective clothing above it, anyhow – flour or     powdered sugar on black fabric was a formula for sheer disa-     ster, after all.         “But yeah, I’ll be a vampire – cliche, I know, but I’ll work it.          No idea about Reiki, though… you might have to ask him yo-          urself. What are you going to be?”     He propped one arm up on the table before him to balance his     cheek in his palm.         “Man, I’m so jealous… but that’s good to hear. So you had          fun?”

”Maybe you should have applied as a butler then?” the butterfly mused, though he had to admit that the other had a point there. “I bet the people will be squealing when they find out that the kitchen staff is that good-looking as well. Careful, or you might make a customer or two faint~”

Seeing that things were bound to get busy especially during theme weeks, Yamato wouldn’t be surprised if the patissier might end up bring some food to the customer himself when the butlers were all occupied with orders and drinks. And, judging by his coworker’s characters, he had no doubted that the other would fit right into the mood. 

“Ah... I’ll pass. The two of us don’t seem to be getting along that well, so I’ll just let myself get surprised, I guess.” Not that it would pose such a problem, because they would most likely end up having a shift or two at around the same time. “I’m a werewolf. I’m mainly here to pick up my costume, so no idea how it even looks. It’s gonna be fun though~”

        “I’ll stick to this recipe, then, I think. Hajime seemed pretty          enthusiastic earlier, too, even though he said he doesn’t           even like pumpkins that much. Ironic, considering his cos-          tume…”     He took the other half of the cupcake to eat it, himself, obv-     iously delighted, too. But it was always good to ask for multi-     ple opinions – he would probably pester Shuichiro with this,     too, just to hear the verdict of a professional.         “Anyways – how was Germany?”

The butterfly snorted at that comment. “Well, can’t deny the fact that the pumpkin costume definitely suits him. I heard you are dressing up as well? How did negations go with our megane? Is he dressing up as well?” The last thing he knew was Kenta refusing each and any costume suggestions they all came up with. 

        “As long as you keep it a secret, it’ll be fine.”     He simply played along, though still in the driest and most sarc-     astic voice he could muster. The patissier then leaned in again     to watch Yamato closely, and nodded after every point the other     listed. It all sounded rather satisfying so far.         “So the icing’s alright like this? I wasn’t sure which flavor was         better… I wouldn’t want the pumpkin-y taste to be drowned         underneath a layer of sweet, after all.”

”We’ll see about that then.”

        “Look who’s talking.”     Ren deadpanned for a moment, but soon enough, excitement     infused his mien again as he watched Yamato bite into the cup-     cake’s half. In jest, he leaned back a little, one hand pressing     against his chest as if he was shocked to hear that comment.     His response, however, was delivered in the driest of tones.         “Oh my god, really? What a scandal.”

”Yep, the biggest one yet happening in this cafe - careful that Shigeru-san doesn’t find out~”

        “Jetlag? More like banging your fiance all night long, probably.          But that’s none of my business.”     He grabbed a knife to cut one of the cupcakes in half, then shov-     ed the plate even closer towards Yamato with an encouraging gr-     in.         “Take a bite. I want your opinion.”

”Don’t talk about things that’s none of your business then, you little shit.”

        “…you know, you could at least pretend to laugh. I put          all my effort into baking these AND into thinking up a          witty thing to say. Killjoy.”

        “Okay, but the actual fun part about,”     he pushes the plate of cupcakes resembling little pumpkins     closer,         “these ones is – wait for it! They’re pumpkin-flavored!!”     Cue jazzhands.

     ”......”

♡ courage:

{okitsuba ♥}

It was almost like a miracle that he had been in a relationship with the calli- grapher for a month now, especially given how long they actually needed to  only start talking to each other - or to finally become an item with the youn- ger male in the first place, even though that part was mainly thanks to Oki- moto’s courage in the end. 

Somehow, picking up the Strain after work was something natural by now,  and as always, he would wait at the back entrance with a small smile on his  lips - though today, he made sure to pick up his pre-ordered bouquet of chry- santhemums beforehand. As soon as the other stepped out of the building,  Tsubasa didn’t waste a second to walk up to his beloved with a somewhat  shy smile gracing his lips. 

     “Hey there, my dear,”

he greeted the younger male at once before pressing a few small kisses on- to the other’s forehead first and then straight on the lips, keeping the contact chaste while doing so. 

“This is for you, for our monthsary,” he added while gently placing the flower  bouquet in his boyfriend’s hands. “I… know that I’m not the best when it comes to telling my feelings for you, or taking the initiative, but… I want you to know  that you’re important to me, that the time we get to spend together - no matter how incredibly short it sometimes is - makes my day. Just seeing your smile makes my day better, Okimoto.” He took a deep breath to calm his fast-paced heartbeat as he leaned forward to press their foreheads together. 

“…I love you. More than I’m probably able to show, but I really do. Thanks for feeling the same about me as well, Okimoto, and happy monthsary.” His ex- pression softened - in a way it only would around the blue-haired Strain. “I  look forward to spending lots and lots of more of them in the future. 

               Together with you.”

Alright, I think it’s time for me to make a small announcement. (For people who aren’t interested in the whole story, feel free to ignore the part under the read more.)

I’ve been busy these past few weeks with moving my current blog to a new one between balancing my work and a few other chores back home, as well as a few replies here and there because I don’t want to make my partners wait too long. The new blog is still in the process of being set up, but I think I should be able to finish all the work by the end of this month before completely moving over there. So if you’re interested in my new blog, feel free to either like this post or drop me an ask, because for reasons that will be listed down under the read more, I won’t post it here anywhere. 

Thanks for understanding.

[txt] Sure thing.

[txt] ...yeah, no, I dunno.

[txt] I mean, how about a bet? If neither of us have found anyone in five years, we can still see whether things work out between us.

[txt] Though I still think we’d be better off as good friends - no offense =u=

[txt] Yes, that’s the ideal situation of course.

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