January | 10th | 2010
Glue
That's it's job. It sticks to things.
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Ichigo yawned. It was another boring day at work and she had nothing to amuse her. Minto sat at her regular table and drank tea, Pudding spun plates, Lettuce was busy getting orders and Zakuro was around the cafe as well. She leaned on her broom stick...
And without knowing it she hit the ground with a thud. Everyone in the cafe started to look at her and she blushed instantly.
"Nyaa..." she said, scratching her head.
Something touched her hand and she instantly jumped. It was Ryou and he was pulling her up, the same bored yet amused look on his face. "You were sleeping on the job again. Guess I'm going to have to deducted your pay, baka-Strawberry." She pouted and tried to take her hand away from his...
But it was stuck?
What? why?
Ryou noticed this too and they both stared at their hands. "Let go of me, Ryou! And you can't deduct my pay! I've been working all day!"
"Can't you see that we're glued together, Ichigo?" he replied. "I don't know how glue got on my hand—a powerful solution at that—"
"Nya?! We're glued together?"
"Hush, Ichigo. We have customers in here, remember?" Ichigo pouted. Now not only did she have to stay at the cafe, but she had to stay glued to Ryou for who knows how long.
There was no telling how long they'd be stuck. "I think you did this on purpose, nya! I think you wanted to hold my hand!"
"Don't be ridiculous baka-Strawberry," he said. "Now follow me into the kitchen so I can see if we'll come undone."
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Lesson learned? Never sleep during the job, and never place glue in places where you know you can touch it.