fabula-cantus:

“Hm…” The boss of the Akamine Talent Agency found himself staring at the numerous array of parfaits available at the small cafe that was nearest to said talent agency. Tapping his chin with his index finger, he finally just sighed. “Hm… wakaranai.” He really didn’t know which one to go with and as such was holding up the line. Though he simply waved his hand, telling people to go around him. There were a few people cursing in his direction, but they mostly just did as he asked and simpl went around him.

“Maybe a cherry parfait…? Or strawberry…?” He tilted his head to the other side. “Or perhaps another flavored parfait…?” He sighed almost dramatically as he finally just decided on a cherry parfait. Ordering on for himself, he finally left the counter to go take a seat and indulge himself. Little did he know, hew as still being watched for his previous actions by holding up the line—-

The tall brunette had a coffee and slice of red velvet cake while staring upon the lyrics lain in front of her. Normally, the cafe was serene with only a few bustling customers which is the only reason Yuriko chose to work here in the first place. However, today had been different as the cafe was full of chaotic uproars. ‘I can’t even think let alone hear myself breathe,' she thought disdainfully. 'What the hell is going on anyways?' Setting her cup down before she would end up spilling the beverage all over the lyrics and composition,  she looked to see the cause of all the cursing and angry unserved customers.

A pinkette was holding up the line contemplating what to order. 'Then they should just move to the side instead of causing this commotion,' she thought irritably. Staring down the pink haired individual as they walked away with their cherry parfait, Yuriko hoped that her eyes would cause the discomfort she was mentally sending. Always remaining silent, she looked away from the pinkette whom had ruined her working atmosphere. 'Well, all plans for finishing today’s work is ruined,' she thought, annoyed as she played with her hands trying to read the lyrics with the composition. 'Thank you, Satan for ruining my day.'