This is just a tiny story about what happened when Krory asked Jerry... a question. :D
"What'll it be, honey?" Jerry asked the really tall exorcist in front of him. He had his pen poised in case it was an exceptionally large order.
Krory seemed to be nervous about something. "Uh, just a coffee please..." He looked at the counter, then back up at the ceiling, then at the floor. In any event, Jerry noticed something. Krory was not leaving. He raised a pointed eyebrow.
"Do you need anything else, sweetheart?"
At this, Krory faltered. "I-I-I don't know." He glanced behind him, where Lavi gave him a thumbs-up. "I just wanted to ask you...something..." Krory's cheeks turned a bright red, and he turned back to Jerry, hiding behind his long white bangs. "I just wanted to know... are you... A-a-a-are you... And I'm sorry to bother you if you're not... Uh, well, see... Could you possibly..."
Jerry frowned. He had people waiting, and he was already in a bad mood.
"A-a-a-are you..." Krory cleared his throat and coughed a couple of times. "I, well, uh, um...iwantedtoknowifyouweregay, and I can see that you're busy, and I'll leave you alone now."
Jerry blinked. "What, dear?"
Krory shuddered. The nicknames Jerry gave everyone only made this question that much harder to ask. "Are... you... ?"
The chef's eyebrows furrowed. "Am I what?" He asked in confusion and annoyance.
Krory seemed to shrink a little, and you could hardly see his face because he was hiding behind his bangs. "...gay?"
The chef snapped upward, his mouth turning into a scowl. "What? I have customers to serve here! And for your incompetence, you get to wash dishes!" Jerry slammed the coffee cup onto the counter and pointed to the door that led to the kitchen. Krory, shivering, humiliated and ready to murder Lavi, fololowed Jerry into the kitchen...
Aww, poor Krory! Try and ask a simple question! lol, review please!