It's been a couple of days since Shoto visited Vox's house. Needless to say, he's been teased by Mysta a couple hundred thousand times after that. Asking questioning and prompting suggestions for more dates. What is this? Some cheesey kdrama!?
"Ya know, there's another place near the park. You can feed the little ducks and shit." Great, another suggestion popped into the idiot's mind. "You have so many dating ideas but you're bitchless." Shoto added as he folded the dry clothes in a neat and clean manner.
"Okay Mr. Uki 2.0" Mysta scoffed.
Fidding with his computer, he laid chest down to the bunker as he clicked and skimmered through anything he could find on his laptop. His legs moving forward and back, both surpassing each other by each swoop of his legs. Humming and full-on concentration mode before shortly getting rushed back to reality.
Shoto snapped his fingers. "Uh hello? Not every malewife is an Uki 2.0." Sassily replying. "I'm my own malewife. This is my arc." He joked, smirking when he heard the other male scoff and laugh.
"Whatever ya say, Shorto." Replied the sly fox and all hell broke loose. "Oh you asked for it, bitch." Having said that, the demon slayer chucked the whole basket of neatly folded clothes ontop of Mysta.
Shrieking, the yelping boy covered the top of his head with his hands as a failed attempt of defense.
Clothes poured over him like wet droplets on a rainy day. "DUDE!" He yelled as he eyed the demon slayer. "Waitâ Where are you going!?" Shouting in disbelief because the fucker left him and the wrinkled clothes all over him now!
"Shoto-" Getting cut off by the other's voice. "You can clean that up! I'm going to work." The slayer's voice echoing through the halls of their room, that was the last that Mysta saw that bitch for the day.
-x-
There Shoto was, in his familiar enviroment after the past weeks. A few more days and he'd officially be working here for a whole month! Should he celebrate it soon? Maybe- He can ask his fellow coworkers for help.
Getting swift on his feet, he freely passed other customers waiting for their order as he delivered the ones he was plating. He was a known waiter amongst the others alongside Reimu and Alban. The newcomers who he believered were named Scarle and Aster were also warming up well on their training.
*Snap* *Snap*
The little demon slayer heard snaps coming near his direction. He glanced over the sound source before seeing furrowed brows. Oh no, he seemed mad.
Eyeing the situation before rushing in, he noticed a woman also seemingly looking as mad as the other and two kids who ate like this was normal.
He sighed internally, was he about to get scolded by a stranger?
Reluctantly, he followed the continuous fling of the male's fingers calling over him. "Hello sir, Is there an issue?" Shoto spoke in the most gentle voice he could muster. A faint smile appearing on his face because he knows better than to insult a customer.
"Issue!?" Yelled the man, clearly angry and frustrated but why? "So there is one..? How can I help you, sir?" Shoto addressed carefully, trying not to provoke the already startled male.
"You got my order wrong!" He continued. "Same goes for my wife!! I demand a refund and a coupon for free meals." Not even asking but straight up commanding Shoto to do as he says. Like some sort of king towards a lowly peasant. It left a bitter taste in the waiter's mouth.
He hasn't dealt with much entitled people or better known as 'karens' compared to the other waiters and chefs in the business. So this was a first in a while, the restaurant was usually upbeat and friendly so wandering jerks never really stopped by. Wellâ Until now of course.
But from the stories Shoto has heard multiple times, he knew that he couldn't have gotten an order wrong twice, so the fucker probably just lied so he could get free stuff with his wife. It was a good excuse, might work one or two times but after the fifth time, it just gets boring at this point.
He squinted his eyes, looking closer to the already eaten dish that Shoto supposively got mistaken. "Sir- I can't refund you for food you and your wife already ate." Spitting out the truth, he calmly stated.
Of course, this didn't register in the male's knuckle brain. This just caused him to be more persistent than ever. "BULLSHIT! I'll sue you for wrongful doing! I want my actual order this instant!" There he goes again, blabbering whatever ego he has on him to the unbothered Shoto.
"Sir-"
"And what about my wife, huh? Why should we even trust you got our kid's meals correct, you bastard!"
What- Excuse me? Shoto trying to process whatever nonsense he was spewing out, he unknowingly let out a 'huh'. This of course- caught the attention of the male and his wife in the making.
Great. Now there's two problems to deal with. Isn't it his lucky day?
"Huh? Are you not understanding what my husband is saying?! You call this service!?" She joined, yelling that this was the worst restaurant service they've ever had in their lifetime and all that egotistical junk.
Shoto was halfway to just ditch these bitching couple and their poor children. Plus, many were already staring at the commotion they've gathered and made. Some chefs and waiters even stopping in their tracks to see if anything serious was happening, only to go back to whatever they were doing to realize it was just a stupid entitled couple.
"Ma'am and Sir- I can assure you that we most likely don't send refunds when it comes to the food in this business âNor do we have any useable coupons that provide free meals. So both of your request are denied for explainable reasons. Is there any more?" He was never trained about karens- He doesn't know how they attack and react. They're a different wordly beast to him!
Scary 0 IQ individuals which he can't seem to grasp his mind around. "Oh.. My.. GOD!" The clearly drunk male yelled in a fit of outrage, suddenly standing up and tugging at Shoto's collar, lifting it up ever so slightly. What is this? An attempt to threaten him? To make him scared? For him to cower in fear and do what the fucker pleases? No fucking way.
The guy was even shorter than him so tugging on his collar didn't do much but make it seem like a serious fight was about to happen.
And this is exactly what Shoto was saying. Almost everyone gasped or flinched the sudden movement from the husband. Please, who do they take him for? Some sort of lost puppy who needs a home? Fuck that, Shoto can handle this perfectly well.
"Sir, I'd suggest you don't go any further with your actions unless you want charges pressed agaisnt you." Cold and blunt was what dripped out of his voice. Pure annoyance lingered his tongue and seeped through his words.
Not listening, the customer continued yelling and shaking the slayer up and down. As if messing up his collar and swinging him back and forth would do anything. It surely didn't threaten or intimidate him, that's for sure.
He calmly lifted his arms in surrender. "Alright sir, I guess I'll have to escort you out myself." Venom on his last words, he finally restrained the drunken bastard.
Swiftly removing the grip near his neck, he twisted the man's arm downwards to the table alongside the other arm. Now fully restrained, arms behind his back. He could hear the fucker curse for Shoto to let him go and all that what-not. All he could do is roll his eyes before tightly holding onto the glued wrist behind the man's back.
Escorting him out, he yanked the drunk bitch outside the restaurant and quickly eyed the mother. If stares could kill then that family could be reduced to ashes and went to the overworld.
Needless to say, his glare was enough to scare the angry but frightened mother outside the diner. He did frown at their kids, they just wanted to eat their stupid meal but their parents were massive cocks.
Sighing, he lightly patted his hands and apron. Silence arose and it felt like everyone was staring at him.
Did he handle the situation wrong?
Should he have been less aggressive?
He didn't know what to do. Bowing quickly, he skated towards their private bathroom.
Closing the door abruptly, he took a look at himself. He didn't look like a mess so why were they staring?
He needed to calm down. Turning the fossett on, he watched as the water's temperature went from warm to cold in a matter of seconds. Flowing down the white marbled sink, he closed his eyes and sighed.
The sound of water hitting the bottom of the sink was calming for him.
Taking a big amount of liquid onto his palms, he eagerly washed and soaked his face. Trying not to get his uniform wet, he was finally done.
That felt good, he thought. The coldness was like an ironic warm hug. Something he could call home.
Dabbing his face with a dry cotton towel, he stared once more at the mirror. Okay, he was ready to go outside. Thank god his break was somewhat near so he didn't just suddenly stopped working just to calm himself down.
Though, he'd be lying if he didn't feel a bit embarrassed going out again after that. He could still feel the eyes lingering off of him, what a dreadful feeling..
The door creaking open, he peaked through the small crack. Okay, everyone was doing their work like nothing happened. Okay, he's good and safe.
Sheepishly walking back into his station, he eyed the surroundings. Things has seem to die down in terms of tension and now most of them were on their break or relaxing.
He was quickly approached by one of his coworkers. Instead of the usual chef, it was a waiter this time. "Holy shit dude!" He yelled in awe, stars practicalling shimmering in his eyes. Beaming with admiration, he was as bright as the sun.
"I remember you- Alban, right?" Clarifying, he asked. The brunette nodded excitedly before trailing back to his words. "Yup! That's me! Also- The way you handled that dude was super cool!!" He praised, Shoto swears he can see cat ears and a tail on how expressive he was.
"Oh- I thought that was the normal thing to do in a situation like that-"
"Nu uh." Alban shook his head. "Some would even have called the police!"
"By the way- How did you learn those sick moves!?" The neko boy added, glistening with curiosity and excitement. He was like a kid on Christmas Eve!
Shoto's hand brushed pass his nape. "Aha.. I uhm- Took some self defense lessons as a kid, came in handy." He lied with a smile, Oh how he hated lying. He knew it'll bite him in the ass one day but hopefully not now.
To think Alban couldn't look more amazed, he was blinding at this point. "Yoo!! That's sick-! I have a friend who's a training cop and I'm still not use to seeing it all in action and stuff!" Cop? Could that be the guy he talked about in their meetup? What was his name again.. Sonny? Maybe Shoto could search him up later.
"Really?- That's actually so cool, bro. Having a cop friend." He complimented, only to earn a satisfied huff and smile from the other.
They continued talking till their break was over.
Shoto was also approached by some stunned chefs like Shu and Ike who praised how he handled the situation and that they were impressed at his quick skills and thinking.
He knew his demon slaying job would be useful in this field.