I'm so sorry this took awhile to get out. I had meant to post this chapter earlier, but life kinda got in the way. Anyway, I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter, so without further ado, here's the newest chapter of 'Chihiro Swears'!
Chihiro walked into the cafeteria. The cafeteria was nearly empty, the only other people in there were Celeste and Hifumi. The programmer looked over at the clock; he was thirty minutes early.
'Well, I might as well grab lunch before everyone else rushes in. Knowing my luck today if I wait until twelve there probably won't be any food left.'
Chihiro walked across the cafeteria, glancing over at Hifumi, who had just brought Celeste a cup of milk tea. The gambler took a sip of the tea, pausing a moment before throwing the cup across the room. She yelled at Hifumi to make the tea again. Chihiro gave the otaku a sympathetic look as the heavier male scurried to the kitchen to make another cup.
Chihiro walked over to the end of the counter, grabbing a tray. He moved to the center of the counter, sliding his tray with him. Now in front of the person behind the counter, Chihiro asked for a chicken salad sandwich. As the person behind the counter turned to get it for him, he grabbed a water bottle and a bag of chips. The person returned, handing the programmer his food as he thanked them.
Chihiro grabbed his tray and started to walk towards the tables, humming to himself. As he was walking, he didn't notice the puddle of tea that Celeste had threw across the room earlier, and slipped on the tea.
"Babbling furry fuckers!" cried the light-haired male as he hit the ground. Chihiro groaned before slowly picking himself off the ground, vaguely hearing the sound of something breaking. As he got up, he looked down at himself.
"Mother of cock-tease hell," groaned the doe-eyed male. His clothes were soaked with tea and water, as well as covered in chicken salad. He quickly ran out of the cafeteria to wash his clothes.
Celeste and Hifumi were left in the cafeteria completely staggered. Hifumi stood in the kitchen doorway, shattered pieces of a tea cup in front of his feet. Celeste sat frozen in her seat, her eyes wide. Both stared at the spot where the doe-eyed male once stood, speechless.