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Be Tavros

Tavros sat by the entrance to the kitchen. The cafe wasn't too busy that day, so he could take a break here and there. He watched all of the people on the streets walk by. Soon he found himself scanning the sidewalk for Gamzee. He didn't know why he was so eager for the weird guy to come in the cafe that day. And besides, it was barely 1:00. He usually came in around 2:30, so why was Tavros so worried?

Tavros sighed and put his elbow on his arm-rest, his chin in the palm of his hand now. He couldn't stand waiting for him any longer, which was odd for him. Usually that was the thing he was trying to avoid. He tried to avoid that strange guy who stared at him for a while, considering it was very creepy, and, he had to admit, the guy was a little strange with the clown make-up and all. But soon he grew to figure out he'd just have to serve the guy every day, or the guy would leave, which meant that the money he didn't spend came out of Tavros's paycheck.

Tavros didn't really mind that much; soon he even grew to expect and accept it. Now, where was Gamzee? It was 2:50 pm now, and there was no sign of him. Was it because he kissed Tav? Oh, god, he kissed Tav. Tavros forgot all about that, since he was busy with work all day. But now that he'd had the chance to take a break, his face grew bright red at some of his thoughts. Maybe that was just Gamzee's way of being friendly? Maybe Gamzee didn't like him that way and he was just imagining things? But then why would Gamzee stae at him for months and take him to his apartment and rescue him and.. and.. Tavros started to get really wound up in his thoughts, but then a customer came up to him.

"Excuse me, young man?" the old woman asked. "I'd like to be seated, but no one is by the podium."

"I'm so, uh, sorry. The new girl we, uh, hired isnt too good at being at her station. Let me seat you..." Tavros replied with a friendly smile. He grabbed some silverware from the little table beside him and wheeled towards an empty table. As he wheeled, he looked out the window to watch for Gamzee. It was already 3:05, and he wasn't in the cafe yet. Tavros was starting to worry, but he wasn't sure why.

Be the girl that doesn't like to stay at her station

The girl sighed and leaned against the brick wall. She took a long drag of her cigarette and looked at the parking lot with only two cars in it. Her name was Vriska Serket, and she was working at that stupid cafe as a hostess. She hated it there, mostly because it was pink and fruity, and she had to wear a stupid pink dress and apron as a uniform. She looked like something off of a cheesey anime. The only reason she was working there was because of a certain someone she loved to torment. She didn't only love to torment him, she'd loved to love him.

She loved him, but of course she'd never admit it. He was a total loser, a weakling, if you will. She tried to help him, but he only pushed her away. Okay, yeah sure. She broke his legs and made him paralyzed forever, but he should've learned to forgive and forget, right? Vriska took another drag of her cigarette and stomped it out with her foot. She started to head back inside to do her actual job, but then she stopped.

What if he was there? She wasn't talking about Tavros; she was talking about that one guy who liked to stare at Tavros. What if he was inside of that cafe right now, staring him? She knew it would never go anywhere with them. It couldn't. I mean, come on. She knew this fact... yet she couldn't stop glaring at the clown boy in hatred and jealousy whenever he came by. She tried to serve him every now and then, to get some information out of him, but he'd only let Tavros ever serve him. He was so strange, and she knew nothing could ever ever ever happen... right?

She stomped her foot in annoyance and scowled, frustrated at herself for being afraid of him even a little. She opened the door and walked inside, surprised and oh so happy that the clown freak wasn't sitting in his regular seat, an old lady was.

What happened to Gamzee? D:

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