"Good night, you will wake up to a 5000 word slowburn fanfic!" - Faust, Wednesday December 6th, 9:43 PM, CST.
"If I wake up to that in my dms I will go rampant like a wild ape" - Frenchbull, Wednesday December 6th, 9:45 PM, CST.
Dedicated to Frenchbull, in hopes he does not test my insanity the next time. Please enjoy.
"O-oh, my bad sir!" Frenchie said frantically, leaning down to clean the drink off the man with his apron.
"No need." The man in the suit said sternly, scoffing and snatching the apron from him. "I can do it myself."
Frenchie stood there awkwardly, "Perhaps this job isn't for me..." he thought to himself, fidgeting with his hands awkwardly.
"Are you just gonna stand there? Go get me some damn napkins at least." The suited man said sternly, shooting him a cold glance.
"A-ah right on it sir!" Frenchie said quickly, snapping out of his short-lived trance.
END OF CHAPTER NOTES :
I'm too tired for this shit, it is currently 11:40 PM and I am going for like 5-7k words by tomorrow evening.