One (A)Rose // Coffee-Tastic & MacabreFather

[MacabreFather]

 

 

 

Name: Riddley Barnett

Age: 24

Eye Colour: Reddish Brown

Hair Colour/Type: Black

Height: 6ft 0in

Weight/Build: Nice build, his muscles are mildly defined

Position: Seke

Background: After getting fired from multiple jobs due to his Personality Issues, he decided that he couldn't do any normal jobs and decided that he'd just work for someone without telling them and hope for the best... And with the way he is, it isn't that far-fetched of an idea. Or at least he believes it isn't. Once he was eighteen and had enough money to be on his own his parents urged him to move out since he was always driving his three sisters insane, although he meant no ill-will by it and other than that he gets along with his family quite nicely. He tries his absolute best not to be a stereotypical butler and goes to extremes just to avoid it.

Likes: Getting reactions out of people, large dogs, teasing, working a lot and talking whether or not the person is even listening.

Dislikes: People disobeying him, small animals of any sort, people trying to get reactions out of him, big crowds and any oblong or tube shaped food.

 

 

 

 

Sounds of car horns suddenly blared so loudly that it made it hard to hear his own thoughts as he strolled across the street during a green light, intentionally kicking his feet unnecessarily high as if he were pretending to march like the soldiers in the Korean army.

 

"Now where...? Haven't found the right one yet." He said to himself, letting out an exasperated sigh as someone yelled at him to get his ass off the road. "Give me three minutes, my legs aren't what they used to be!"

 

Despite his cocky tone, he walked at a faster pace when the drivers intentionally started using their cars to bump into him, urging him onto the sidewalk. He knew he shouldn't mess with danger like that, but his days were getting unbearably boring without his sisters, or just anyone, around to tease.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he started walking toward the closest building that seemed to have a decent atmosphere, in hope to find what he had been searching for. Which was both possible food and his soon-to-be master.

[Coffee-Tastic]

 

 

 

Name: Orion Niko (He's got Greek blood in his genes!)

Age: 21

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/ type: A chestnut color with a faint glaze of red. His hair is short and very soft after he decides to take a shower, but that's not as often as he should.

Height: 5ft 10in

Weight/build: Average weight and build for his size, he doesn't have any noticeable muscles but isn't brittle like a straw at all.

Position: Seke

Background: After high school, he didn't see himself perusing any kind of professionalism he'd get in college, so he choose to start working after he graduated. It's not like he had money to throw away on classes he might not pass, because he was sure the difficulty would crush him... He's not very confident in his educational abilities. Orion's relationship with his parents is alright, but when he was stable enough, money wise, to live on his own, thats what he chose to do since he's always wanted privacy... He has a sister and a brother, both younger than him and both are in middle school back in his original area.

Likes: Video games, watching television, canned beer, reading erotica, slacking off and he loves being only in his underwear at home.

Dislikes: People knocking on his door (because he has to redress to open it), working overtime, sweating and dogs.

 

 

"Hey, Onion," another server pushed the brunet off a unopened food crate, pushing the slacker to go out and start serving, "You're break has been over for like five minutes, get back on the floor and take orders!"

 

Orion cringed as he put his phone away after unplugging it, the device charging in the wall by where he was sitting, "Dude, stop calling me that. That's the worst nickname I've ever heard... I was just finishing reading the chapter of something, relax. Five minutes is nothing."

 

The other worker rolled his eyes and was crossing his arms, "Yeah, well you aren't the one on their feet and serving food like you're supposed to be doing... Onion."

 

With heavy sigh, Orion pushed out of the kitchen area and put on a smile like he was supposed to. If the constant fear of his boss watching from a camera wasn't over his shoulder, he would just keep a straight face because nobody enjoyed working and everyone knew that, yet they were still required to smile for everyone. Whatever... He have an even heavier sigh on the inside as he came to the front where he noticed a customer standing, a man with dark hair and red eyes, he came up to him and smiled more, though his voice was quite robotic and scripted, "Hello! Welcome to our small, lovely restaurant, "Rosey's"! I will be your server, my name is Orion," he gestured the man to follow him, "Is it a party of one or will there be other's joining you, sir?" Looking at his side for a quick glance, he saw his rival server with a hot, big breasted chick. He bet if he didn't take a longer break, he would have been the one serving her... She looked just like the character in the novel he was reading on his phone. Dammit.

[MacabreFather]

His once indifferent eyes widened slightly, staring down at the smaller man for a brief moment in a mixture of amusement and surprise, although he hadn't taken more than a second to actually notice his appearance other than the uniform they were wearing. Are you being serious right now? This is what the servers are li- He looked around and noticed they all looked different when it came to their features but all acted in the same trained way. Smiling so much that it would make the common man in public life look like he was crazy, talking in a higher pitch and having a look in their eyes that seemed to make them look like an innocent lamb. Although it seemed to match the rest of the atmosphere. Well, the lamb part at least. Like a bunch of androids? That's what they want? Gradually his grin grew wider and in an involuntary action to hide his amusement he started unnecessarily fixing his glasses, only to take them off and clip them to the pocket of his jacket, which to his own surprise, hadn't worn out much although he only ever took it off to wash it.

 

"No no, it's just... Me... You're..." He trailed off, his expression deadpanning for a second before coming back to life with immense excitement. "You're my master! I'm so happy, it's been so long! I've been searching and searching and searching and searching and searching and... Well you get the point!" As he said this he bounced up and down like an overgrown child before bringing his server into a big constricting hug, ignoring all of the attention his extravagant volume was attracting. "I'll be sure to service you well master, and you don't need to act like a brainwashed dog for me, even though it's flattering!" He held onto him as if it were the reunion of a father to his long lost child. Only difference was this hug was enough to strangle said child half to death and his nuzzling was becoming excessive.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Orion literally felt his ribs being compressed within his own body, making a large sum of air force out as a gasp, "What? S-Sir?" Did this guy serious just call me a brainwashed dog? What the hell! Clearly... this guy must have snapped for some strange reason. Maybe his trigger was his face, maybe his name? Because this wasn't normal. He looked to the side again and saw how his more luckier rival was looking at him with that girl laughing awkwardly at his predicament. That asshole. Getting the hottest girl to ever walk in the door... Getting the clearly sane customer with a really cute bow in her hair... His smile was still on his face, but his eyes showed all of his displeasure, getting a drop of sweat to run off the side of his head from the embarrassment of having a lot of people have their eyes on him directly.

 

"Excuse me, sir, can you... can you not? You're kind of squeezing me to death," he was sick of the stares and the anaconda-squeeze so he managed to squirm his way out of the man's hug, taking a deep intake of air to make up what he lost. Orion looked around and lifted his hand to the side of his mouth as he spoke more quietly, "Is this a joke? If it is, its not funny..." His eyes narrowed his eyes, thinking he knew who put this guy up to this, "...Come here." The brunet grabbed the man's hand and pulled him towards a table in the back so there would be less people staring at the show his 'friend', another worker here who had the day off, wanted to cause. "It was Matt wasn't it. He can't be playing these kinds of games at work! You tell that guy he needs to back off. I'm serious this time." Pranks in the break room and in the kitchen were okay, but something to make him publicly embarrassed wasn't cool.

[MacabreFather]

His brow furrowed as he averted his eyes in thought, trying to process everything the man was saying so he could assume some things about his master. Apparently there's someone named Matt that gives him trouble... Need to keep that in mind for later. He can't tell what a joke is and what a joke isn't... He's jealous of his co-worker's girlfriend over there... I got it. He's bullied for being under the average amount of intelligence, doesn't have the physical capability to threaten this 'Matt' person in ways other than words and, because of his jealousy, his self esteem has lowered and that's why he works here instead of where he should be. I should stop thinking before this silence gets awkward.

It was apparent that this man had forgotten his rightful place. Perhaps he literally was brainwashed? Although he himself being the one with a brain problem was always a viable option... Even if it didn't cross his mind at the moment.

 

Riddley tilted his head, disregarding the annoyingly long lock hair that fell in front of his eye. Why did he keep his bangs that long again...? Oh yes, to avoid stereotyping himself, of course. Wait, didn't the brunette say that he was squeezing him to death? So many questions that would be left unanswered and- Wait, they didn't have to go unanswered if he just got the answers himself! Or asked... But where's the fun in that?

With this mindset going on in his head, he nonchalantly grabbed the bottom hem of the man's shirt and lifted it up so quickly so he wouldn't have time to tell him not to, since obviously nobody would want someone lifting their shirt up in public, but there were no strange intentions here. Just checking to make sure his precious master's ribs weren't going to cave in and pierce through his heart. It would be tragic for such a thing to happen on the first day of finding the one he's been looking for for such a long time. "Master, I have some questions. How does one squeeze someone to death without choking or breaking there ribs until they cave in? Who is this Matt person? Why are you looking at your co-worker with such spite? And finally..." He took a quick breath in, regaining his breath from the spew of words that just came racing from him and adjusted himself into an upright position, using his free hand to quickly swiping his glasses from his pocket, flicking his wrist to open them up before putting them back on his face. "Why do you look upset at me? I haven't done anything wrong yet, have I?" His eyes showed that his last question was sincere, although he didn't even notice that he was still holding up the man's shirt with one of his hands.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Yeah, not even Matt could pull this guy off... Okay so this guy really is crazy. Don't know if I'm glad about that fact or not. Matt's antics or dealing with a mentally troubled man, they were both things he didn't want to deal with. He didn't like dealing with his annoying younger siblings and this guy only brought him back to his home where they didnt whatever they wanted with an innocent haze around them. Orion shooed away the man's hand swiftly that held up his shirt and patted it back down in it's rightful place with a frustrated groan and a slight tint in his cheek from being exposed. Now everyone could see that there wasn't anything impressive under his shirt either...

 

"Squeezing me out in the open wasn't very nice to start off with. Nor is lifting up my shirt for no good reason... 'checking' doesn't count as a good reason buddy, you're just being technical as an excuse for getting touchy." He didn't care if it was more reasonable to be calm and patient with people like this, but he wasn't a calm and reasonable person, "Don't touch me again... And stop calling me Master, I'm not your Master or anything like that..." Yeah. Why did it have to be 'Master'? Out of all the things he could have been possibly called, it had to be an S&M title. Weirdo. As if he'd answer any question coming out of his trap. "Now. I don't know where you came from and you aren't my responsibility at all. Either you act like a normal human being here or you can go walk yourself out because I don't want to deal with this. I just got off of break for god's sake..."

 

What he hated more than being called Onion, having Matt on him so much, and having that better looking co-worker always getting more tips just because of his stupid face, that was probably dealing with people on his shift. Getting people who always cause problems, claiming they got food they didn't order, yet eating it anyways, all the way to having to clean up the tables that had the most playful kids, it really felt like he was getting the butt of the bread each time he clocked in. God it sucked. At least this guy didn't look like he'd suddenly pull out a knife or lift up his own shirt to reveal a bomb taped to his chest in clear office tape... Didnt mean he'd take it easy on this metal patient of a customer.

[MacabreFather]

Confused at the man's words, Riddley disregarded him telling him to leave but started trying to conjure up a different way to satisfy his master's wishes. Because there was no way he would give up so easily after how long he had been looking. But... Some kind of unstable pervert was what this man thought he was? It would be terrible for that to be his label. Terrible for anyone really, but especially if that someone was your master now, or boss since he didn't want to be called master... It felt too inappropriate to be calling the man anything other than master, even if he was only saying it in his head. So he kept standing up confidently and brushed away the thought as him simply needing to get used to his new title.

 

Knowing that he couldn't convince the brunette with simply saying that he wasn't a pervert or insane or whatever in sam hill he was understandably labeling him in his mind, he parted his lips slightly, taking a shallow breath before speaking with the same uplifted tone, only quieter since he was obviously making his master quite uncomfortable. "I would never want to be a responsibility to you, my lord. Since it's supposed to be the other way around." He knew that calling him 'my lord' was going to come off as him being a smart ass, not that it would be entirely untrue, but what other options did he have? He can't be so rude as to call him... Whatever his name was. "What's your name mas- my lord? I can't address you properly without knowing it, and frankly, I can't be sure that your uniform tells me your real name if you can't show your real personality here either." It seemed to take all of his willpower to keep a straight faced expression and quiet tone, since he was normally rather expressive and loud due to him not caring what the people around him thought. Although he did try to take certain people's feelings into consideration, like right now.

 

It was probably going to be quite a task to get his master used to his new place, but on the bright side, it seemed he wasn't actually brainwashed... On the other side, if it was one thing that he had a really hard time doing, be it because he hates it or it's just generally difficult, is breaking someone out of a well engraved society shell. Which isn't actually a thing, but he just made the word up because he was tired of repeating the same phrases to himself. Basically what he means is that he is under the assumption that his master has been acting the same way everyday, because of either society rules or this workplace's rules, and now he has some of the traits ingrained in him. Like being humble and not letting other people serve him. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would put up with much though, so he was going to have to be himself and keep trying and trying until eventually the man would stop pushing him away. Perseverance is the key to success, right? Although that would only be the first step. He'd keep the other surprises in store for when he finally warmed up to this first one. I really need to learn these newfangled terms. Squeezing out? That sounds like juicing a fruit... Or Some kind of really uncomfortable sexual act. Maybe he's into that since he said he didn't like it specifically in public? He wasn't actually a stupid person, but his mind was doing everything it could to rationalize the situation he had caused. That and he genuinely didn't know what squeezing someone out meant, aside from the perverted thoughts that flooded his head.

[Coffee-Tastic]

What that man was thinking was slightly off from how Orion actually was. In fact, if he'd not have any restraints on his mind and his thoughts and let them out, he'd probably be a great menace to society. Acting was necessary, but it wasn't something bad at all. Some days he wanted to dump trays of food on people even if they didn't do anything and looked like they were having a great life. The only kind of 'shell of society' the man was bound to was was keeping himself from being a complete ass in order to keep his job, just like many other people. It's called being employed. He didn't like being a server unless it was for people who manage to get past his barrier of judgement, which would be if they had good looks or if they were actually nice to him. Everyone else got a rehearsed smile and fabricated hospitality. What else would people expect from a man who would rather be at home and be by himself all day long, on his game stations, the television and the internet? Everything inside of his studio apartment was better than anything outside. Besides maybe the corner store, his favorite adult store and game center... That was pretty much everything that Orion would willingly go without needing to. Work? It gave him money, sure, but he didn't like having to talk so much and pretend to be friendly to strangers. The supermarket? He felt like people judged him for only getting simple items like ramen/pasta and pre-made frozen food every time. That server's smile he put on was just another thing he needed to get ready for the day. He couldn't leave without a shirt, right? He couldn't leave without being just a tad bit fake either! Everyone does it, it's not even something only he went through.

 

"So it's 'my lord' this time..." he grumbled, running a hand down his face in frustration, "Listen. I don't understand who you think you are. I don't know why you suddenly thought of me as your master and lord. I don't know what can possibly going though your head to be doing and saying any of this... Ill tell you my name again. Orion. But I'm not being apart of whatever fantasy is going through your head, dude." the smaller man turned the guy around, pointing to the straightforward direction of the exit, "That's the exit, you see? You can leave now. Please. I have people to serve and the less people I get, the less tips I get. You're literally costing me money." Though in fact, it was a bit entertaining to be involved with this weirdo. It was a nice, extra amount of time he didn't have to take serving tables and if his boss asked what happened, he'd say he had to deal with a troubled man. Hey, maybe he'd even get paid extra next paycheck from handing the mental... No, that probably wouldn't happen, he can't lie to himself like this. This was literally an interesting, yet annoying thing to waste his time.

[MacabreFather]

Despite thinking that he assessed things correctly on first glance, Riddley was in fact, quite naive on how people were. Thinking that the only way to get them to stop acting was to stop acting himself. Which is more than half the reason he was getting fired and had trouble with almost everyone, usually the kind of trouble that ended with him waking up in a ditch with aches worse than a hangover's headache. But he meant nothing bad by it, he simply thought that's what was right and took the aggression from others as their way of acting natural. Which it was, seeing as they beat the living fire out of him because they lost that self-control everyone needs in order to not get arrested every week. Nevertheless, those loose screws had not been tightened since everyone reacted with violence or yelling rather than calmly telling him that he was doing wrong. Therefore he continued saying, doing and acting the way he felt in the moment. Feel like rolling around in the street? Well he's probably going to get hit by a car, but if he really felt like it... He'd do it. Same for telling someone honestly and exactly how fat or unattractive they were if they ever gave him the question. He always wondered why he was never allowed to get a dog... Well that was the reason. Nobody trusted him with anything since he was always getting into trouble. And letting him have a rottweiler was obviously going to have some serious backfire with the way he gets into fights.

 

Quickly his soft smile faltered until it was basically a straight line and his eyes followed into a rather bland expression, looking to the side and quickly thinking through his options on how to react. Well... He didn't say not to call him my lord, so maybe I can use that until I can call him master? "My lord, it's not a fantasy. My boss told me to find someone of a certain description and you're the exact image that he gave me. Or at least, exact image according to words. If I must, I'll buy something if that would mean you'd let me stay. Because I can't quit now, I've never given up on anything except for that one guy who kept smacking me when I asked him about his wife. It was weird, I mean who d-" He stopped himself before he went into a pointless rant. His master's answer was more important than some story he was about to tell. Not to mention he felt bad for stopping him from doing what he got paid for. Albeit, He never actually heard of any type of pay other than hourly since that's how he always worked and he never watched television or went on the internet, so he was far behind everyone when it came to important information or things that everyone might be talking about.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Yeah, he didn't want to know what the rest of that rant was about either. A boss he says? So somebody really did send this guy out into the world... Unless if it's apart of a delusion.... Damn. This guy is just too weird, I can't even fucking tell. Crazy or not, which he highly doubted this person wasn't, he didn't think this man was going to go away on his own. If he fed into this, or knew more about it, this conversation might end faster if he just tried to ignore it more. "So... Your 'boss' gave you a description of somebody to find and call them weird things. Before I question who your boss even is, let me ask you this. Why would he only give a description of a person you needed to find? No image? That's absurd. There's got to be like," he looked away and tried to come up with a number of how many brunets with cherry brown eyes there were, but he ended up just losing the thought and crossing his arms, "A lot of people who look like me in this city! How do you know its me? Even if you do have a boss, I'm not associated with any other work force besides this restaurant. Why would he need me? Huh? He wouldn't even know me. He didn't even know my name!" He smirked a bit, thinking he caught this guy for good, "Therefore... Why should I believe any of this?" He took a moment to catch something else, and after his deductions, he quickly added, squinting slightly, "And I told you my name, so stop calling me weird things already."

 

No boss would seek him personally unless is was the owner of this place telling him she was sick and tired of his poor work ethics and his lazy ass always eating the food in the kitchen whenever nobody was looking. Orion had no skills, he wasn't reliable, he clearly hated working whenever he was getting off of his shift and he was always on the bottom of any work space. Nobody would want him... And a boss getting some guy to find him and call him master and things of that sort? It was just too improbable. The whole 'servant' gag was sort of cute, but honestly... What was the point of this? Orion took a look behind him to see of any of the other servers were looking his way and wondering what was going on, but it seemed like after the little show in the front, they just forgot about him. What if this guy pulled out a knife and tried to stab me? These guys wouldn't even notice, would they? What a reliable group of morons.

 

Well... if someone pulled out a knife on anyone, he'd just try to worm his way out from the place and go back home. Orion bet the others knew that, now that he thought of it. He wasn't reliable as a working class citizen nor as a human being. You'd think that someone who had younger siblings would gain some sort of desire for protection, but those two were always annoying him to the point he liked kids a little less. They always touched his things and once, while he was using the bathroom, one of those little creatures took his game and accidentally erased all of the saved game date. He had been devastated.

[MacabreFather]

He rocked back and forth on his feet for a moment, eyes narrowing and looking up slightly as if he were trying to recollect his thoughts. That and he was trying to ignore the subtly cocky tone in the man's voice, which for some odd reason made him think of a puppy that won in a tug of war fight. Which he found adorable rather than annoying since he had been trying to give him some type of dog breed label and so far, a golden retriever was what came to mind when it came to Orion's appearance. Which he thought was perfect since that meant he wasn't a little dog. Now that I think of it, his appearance really does reminds me of a dog... Hm... It took him some time, albeit not long, to come back from daydreaming. How long had it been since he held a conversation with somebody for this long? Who knows. Since it's normally just him talking about pointless things. Usually with the other person not even listening. Maybe he's interested after all? Or is it just me being pushy? I guess either way is okay but... I need to warm him up to this before I give him any actual news or he'll be in shock... Is he already in sho- Stop getting lost in your head. He cleared his throat, looking back down at Orion. "You're almost right, but a tiny bit off in some parts, such as... My boss did give me a description on who to look for, he has light brown hair, reddish brown eyes, not too tall but not very short either, doesn't look like he gets much exercise... Which I thought meant fat but apparently not. And last but certainly not least, have a job that people can relate to and this seems perfect!" He said a bit cheerily, but keeping his volume down so he wouldn't attract attention. "I mean really now, have you seen the line up at restaurants of high school kids trying to get a jobs there? Particularly in summer. But if you wish, I will tone down the title, Sir."

 

His expression clearly read as if he remembered something and he almost immediately pulled out a chair, gingerly sitting on it and drumming his fingers on the tabletop, which felt warm since his fingers had been cold. "Almost forgot, I was supposed to order something so I could stop wasting your money." As he said this he reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. "I'm not sure how much you make, but it probably isn't much and I feel bad. So... Will this cover the time so far?" He pinched three twenty dollar bills between his middle and index finger and handed them to him, waving them gently. Legitimately unaware of how overkill that was as a tip since he never ate out due to being in and out of work.

[Coffee-Tastic]

This guy looks older than me, but I'm being called Sir? It's better than 'my lord' at least, that's for sure... He wanted to have more to complain about at the start, especially about the exercise thing, but he couldn't lie about that. The only exercise he got was walking to and from work and he was in the middle between gaining weight and losing weight constantly, keeping him in the grey area. He prioritized gaming and other shut-in luxuries over actually eating. Orion didn't even order pizza that much because he'd have to get dressed if he was expecting to open the door. Home policy: The pants must come off. And isn't it every man's dream to live in his underwear? With nobody besides himself at home, he could do whatever he wanted and that meant that clothes were optional. Boy!! He felt bad for any guy with a stuck up girlfriend or the dudes who still lived at home! The best kind of freedom was the one were there are no pants...

 

Seeing the fine triplets, the first thing that came to mind was how useful sixty bucks could be. Playstation 4 and xBox One games were expensive since the thing was new... And there's a lot of things on Amazon.com that he kept in his cart for when he had the extra money... And his favorite porn star came out with a new dvd special too. In Orion's hesitation, his eyes gleamed thinking about the possibilities, but then he remembered who was trying to give this to him. He shook his head and took the money, putting it back into the owner's hand, "If I took that, I'd feel like I was stealing from the mentally challenged. You keep that... How about you actually order something instead of throwing money at me like that? Then you can tip me. But not that much. How poor do you think I am?" He was going to on and ask something else, but he wanted to clarify, "Don't answer that by the way. It's a rhetorical question..." He wasn't that poor. That would be a correct answer if this weirdo dared to answer that.

 

"Also... I'm not saying I believe you and I'm not going to make any effort to do this, but," he took a deep breath, "Say if I was the one your boss was looking for. What about it? He want to take me into a dark ally and ask me a few questions? He want to ask me if I want the blue pill or the red pill? Because all you've been doing is down-low insulting me and telling me I'm the one you've been looking for," Orion went into his pocket for a pad and small pencil, "And I'll give you time to come up with that story of yours. You have two seconds to figure out what you want to eat and drink before I decide for you."

[MacabreFather]

For the first time in a long time he was almost legitimately angry. Insulting? He'd never want to do something like that to his 'master'! In fact, he never really insulted anyone out of spite before so maybe the anger was actually just his feelings getting hurt. Which was something he needed at some point so he could grow at least a tiny bit of actual empathy. Either way he was starting to realise, with every other word he spoke he had something to clarify in order to not sound like a jerk. Was it always this way? I should probably apologise but... what do I specifically apologise for? Is it an insult to tip someone before you order? Ugh... This job is getting confusing... Albeit he was trying his best, somebody who lacked someone to keep them in check, whether it be to make sure the person gets social interaction or doesn't go about things like this, was obviously pretty lost. Maybe this boss of his was just trying to get rid of him by sending him on this job, only in hopes that he'll get arrested for harassment...

 

Feeling the crisp papers get pushed back into his hand, he slipped them into his pocket rather than return them into his wallet, his expression slightly surprised. "This isn't your normal amount...? What about forty? Anything under that just seems downright ri-" He suddenly stopped himself, hiding his smile with his hand hand. Did he just call me mentally challenged to my face!? With that thought he burst into laughter, it was actually near impossible for him to catch his breath so he just hit the table with his fist occasionally. "That's... That's hilarious! How can someone be so bold as to outright say to someone that he's mentally challenged!? Am I that bad!?" After awhile his laughs were finally able to be stifled. It's kind of hard to tell what made it so hilarious, but his sense of humour could be a bit weird. Everyone's is different though, right? "Okay okay, I'm trying my best not to make a scene but if you say stuff like that, you're just asking for it, Sir."

 

He was still trying his best not to laugh, hard to tell if he was aware that the questions Orion was asking were jokes or if he wanted him to answer with something but... "Sir, you're really funny, and I mean that, I'm not making one of those sarcastic phrases, but the way you think I'm trying to insult you pisses me off. Although since I have two seconds, coffee and that's all." He took a very brief pause to think, having to arrange so many answers so quickly. "No, he might want to ask you the questions but not in an alley, maybe at his mansion but if you're uncomfortable with that... He could always come here. I'll just tell him I scared you too much and you think he's a rapist or a mugger now."

[Coffee-Tastic]

When the man started laughing loudly like that, he just stared at him. I say it because I'm annoyed. And if you weren't mentally troubled, I was hoping you'd just be insulted... When the guy put the blame on him, he frowned, getting angry as well, And who's the one asking for it?! Who's the one acting so out of place?! Out of place he sure was. It was becoming impossible to think this guy wasn't raised in a place with white walls by how he was behaving. Who could be lacking so this much thought and common sense? Orion didn't have all the right screws in his head either, but he could see all the nuts and bolts that fell out of this man around his feet. They must have finally come out while having his laughing fit... Any normal human being wouldn't have laughed so much... and banging on the table too. Nobody does that...

 

With a sigh, he started to write on his notepad, 'coffee and toasted bread', because he didn't say what food he had wanted with his request. And seeing this guy drinking coffee with it might just be the normal-est thing he'd see the man do. And so now there's a mansion involved too. If any of this had truth to it, this sure would be the strangest thing he tried to understand. "I'd rather you not say those things... There's one of your problems. Saying things you don't need to say," he gave a shot at correcting his behavior, "You're an adult, only kids do that... In that situation, you should say 'he rather would meet elsewhere, not your mansion'. If you say that I think he's a rapist and a mugger, how do you think he's going to see me as? Rude... Don't get me wrong, I am that way, but he doesn't need to know that. You got that?" He pointed the tiny pencil a the man's direction.

 

"Also, before you give your money away to less kind people, always just assume tip is 15% of the bill is enough," really though, he hoped this person just stayed home so he wouldn't reap havoc on any other people, mostly himself, "But I don't want your tip, so keep your money to yourself, I still would feel bad for taking anything from you." Looking behind him again, he put his pad and pencil back into his pocket, "And listen, I really can't be chit-chatting for this long. I just got off my break and I'm supposed to be working... You'd really be costing me money if this helps me to get fired." He wasn't too far from the edge in the first place.

[MacabreFather]

The phrase that implied him acting like a child was actually directly on the money of his mentality. He was always pretty immature around anybody he was comfortable with, which meant everyone unless he actually took two seconds to try and understand that people aren't joking when they tell him off. Problem was that most people would sugar-coat their words and tell him he was too much of a 'free spirit' rather than telling him the truth that he was being obnoxious or immature. In other words, everything he did was uninhibited. It's a wonder that he had never gone to jail before. Threatened to be sent? Yes, but never had he seen the inside of a jail cell for himself. Although he had a strange but probably good feeling about Orion. Nobody had ever told him so many of his bad traits before and he honestly found it refreshing rather than hurtful to actually hear somebody speaking what was truly on their mind. I mean really... What do people think I'm going to do? Kill them for telling me I'm being loud? That's just ridiculous.

 

He tilted his head at the extra writing that the brunette was doing on the notepad, noticing that it probably wouldn't take that much to write 'coffee' on it and so he leaned forward to check. "Do people normally eat plain toast with coffee? Sounds kind of gross. Or is it not?" He gave a blank stare for a second, noticing he just did what Orion said not to. "Sorry! I'm still... Habits are hard to kill." He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "So I'm not supposed to say what's on my mind? Okay, I can do that. I won't tell him that you think he's a rapist slash mugger. I'll just tell him it's weird for him to ask people to go to his house so he can ask them questions. He doesn't like weird people very much... Unless there's something specific you want me to tell him, sir?" While he spoke, he started stacking everything he could find on the table. Which he was good at doing since he did it all the time to stave off any potential boredom. Not that he was bored right now, it was out of habit this time.

 

"Oh, and I'd never give my money away to people other than master. Erm, I mean I'd never give my money away to people other than Sir Orion." He sheepishly chuckled, trying his best to correct his seemingly frequent mistakes. "But you can answer those later if you wish, sir. I wouldn't want to get you into any more trouble than I probably already have." He was almost realising how much of a mess he was. not physically per se, but in all the other terms. Like if he were Frankenstein, the big screw going through the side of his head probably wouldn't be there anymore.

[Coffee-Tastic]

"Tell him that if he wants to talk to me, its going to be in this restaurant when I'm not actually working, because he hasn't given me any kind of expatiation," Ugh. If this is serious, that means this takes time away from my weekend... He reluctantly continued, "Today is Friday... So tomorrow or Sunday." The actual attempt to be normal and think for himself sort of proved this person wasn't exactly mental. Judging by the way he stacked up the things on the table, maybe it was ADHD with nobody to tell him what things were utterly stupid or what was wrong to do. Thinking about that, it felt like he was talking to his little brother, but an older version. His sibling didn't have any attention disorder, but he was very hyperactive. Dealing with kids... That didn't make him feel any better about dealing with this man. "By the way, yes, coffee is good with toast. If you're thinking you're supposed to have it in the coffee, let me clarify, you have it separately." Clearing his throat, he finally started to walk away, not feeling like going into why he shouldn't give his money to him even if he thought it was the right thing to do, "It's not going to take long, so don't do anything weird, please, " stacking things up wasn't so bad, but who knows what kinds of things go through that man's head. Thank god coffee and toast only took two snaps of the finger to get...

 

Not long after he walked away, the least annoying waiter here, Darren, crossed his arms and made a face, "Did you know that person? What a... strange fellow," he laughed a bit.

 

"He's completely weird," he said bluntly, "I don't know him, let alone seen him before in my life, but I'm handling it," Orion smiled back and went for the kitchen, getting a pat on his shoulder by Darren in sympathy, which he appreciated. Nobody liked to handle odd people around here, no matter how nice someone honestly was on the inside. Eyes roaming around to the other side of the restaurant to see the girl, his eyes widened seeing part of a garder ruffle peeking out from the bottom of her dress. What is a girl like this doing here?! Seriously, this girl.... no. This woman was too pretty to be here. This place wasn't even that high class, yet she looked like a goddess.

 

Blushing, he got to the doors of the kitchen and pushed them open to see someone he didn't want to see. That goddess's waiter. "Onion, hello! So your buddy finally decided to order something?" Chuckling, the other man left with a plate of chowder, be bet it was for the woman over there... Why was he stuck with an adult ten year old again?

 

The coffee was remade lately, so all he needed to do was get a cup and fill it up. The sugar and cream was already at the table, so at least he didn't have to worry about that. The toaster didn't make it long to crisp up bread on his own, the chefs didn't need to waste their time on this petty order, and things like this, the waiters were expected to do on their own anyways. In five minutes, there was a hot cup of coffee on a small tray accompanied by a plate of toasted bread with butter melted on top, he left the kitchen, seeing his handsome rival making the goddess laugh... He wondered if it was just him, but the garder was pulled out even more... His eyes were somewhat locked down there at it as he walked, speaking distractedly, "I think I forgot to mention, but the toast is free with the coffee, so I'm not making you pay for more."

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[MacabreFather]

He started laughing a little bit loudly again when Orion specified that you didn't put the toast into the coffee, almost knocking down the small stack he had created. "You're hilarious, sir! I appreciate the heads up but I'm not that stupid. Yet." He took out his phone and started texting the details of Orion's meeting preferences to his 'boss'. Albeit it took him awhile to type in since he was more focused on watching the brunette so he could perhaps gather some information on him. Be it info on his relations at work or just some weird quirk that he might want to take into account. What if I am that stupid but still nobody tells me anything? Eh whatever, master will tell me anything I need to fix something about myself... I think? I'll tell him to later. All because I'm his servant now doesn't mean I can't ask him to do something. His thoughts had a tiny bit of an attitude in the tone although he didn't mean for it to sound like that. Did that guy just call Orion an onion? ...I'll have to keep that in mind as well... I wonder if a lot of people bully him? He mentioned that other guy earlier... Something about a guy sending me here to bother him.

 

After the time had passed from him waiting for Orion to return, he was still stacking up all of the stuff, literally having to stand up on his chair to continue stacking, which he was doing but he stopped to look down at him, following his line of vision to a girl that looked like some kind of porn star with the way her garter was clearly visible and she seemed to have a perfect figure. Maybe she was a porn star? Or a model if you want to take a more decent approach. Either way he could tell his 'master' was entranced, and decided to try something in order to get on Orion's good side. "Ah, thank you master! I mean... Thank you sir..." He sighed, having a strong feeling in himself that he was never going to properly shake off that term. Not that he'd stop trying, but he was simply starting to annoy himself with his constant mistakes.

Shaking off that feeling he hopped down from his chair and gave Orion a quick, but still quite firm, hug. Trying to time it so nobody would see. "Sir," He tilted his head with a smile as warm as the coffee he had just received. "Would you like me to get her to talk to you? I promise I won't do anything extravagant. I only did earlier because I was overly excited. Oh, and coffee might not be a good idea for me unless this is decaf. Sorry I didn't think about it earlier I was kind of lost in thinking about where this whole thing is going to go and how I can make it better and-" He abruptly stopped himself and sheepishly laughed, ruffling his own hair slightly. "Um... So would you like me to get her for you?"

[Coffee-Tastic]

Being called Onion wasn't harmful for him, Orion just found it really annoying to hear it come out of people's mouths. In school, people thought his name was awesome because it was the name of a well known constellation and it was also the name of a hunter of Greek mythology. They liked the name then, but that never got him the ability to get a girlfriend. He never started conversations with girls and he'd go out of his way to avoid packs of the strange species. A species he was fine admiring from a distance. If he ever managed to get one, what would he do exactly? Take her to her loud home to play games and watch television? Orion wasn't even the kind to be affectionate, not to anyone. He was born to be forever single.

 

Orion had turned away from the woman at first and he was quickly distracted by the tower that had been created on the table, he didn't even catch that he was called master again. It looked impossible, something Dr.Seuss characters could do. Then the next thing he was hugged again, another thing to catch him off guard, What... The coffee?" He should have guessed that regular coffee was a bad idea for this guy. Orion could have brought him something else besides coffee in fact, like hot chocolate.

 

But then the clear crisp words came to his head finally 'Would you like me to get her for you?' "What?! No!" He whispered a hiss, "What does that even mean? You can't just get a girl either... I certainly wouldn't want any of your help if it was simple." Orion on the handsome scale was maybe a 4.5. That girl's hotness was a 10 out of 10. Her server on the handsome scale was like.... a 9.2. It wouldn't work out. If there was any kind of thing Orion said that would hint to the fact he was confident with girls, he really would like to know. "Yeah. So the answer is no. I appreciate the thought. Do me a favor and carefully take apart that stack please," he couldn't help but stare at it again, "Because if that falls over, I'm the one required to clean it up." A falling stack would attract attention as well. He didn't want anybody getting an eyeload of this special case near him again.

[MacabreFather]

He started to remove his jacket when Orion told him to take the tower down, although he decided to take a picture of it beforehand since the tower seemed to be tall enough to catch a lot of people's eyes, which made him almost feel proud of himself but he avoided feeling that way since it was just a tower of... Various things he found around the place, which was mostly sugar packets and creamer cups. Those creamer cups looked awfully tempting but he didn't want to waste 'Orion's stuff'. Apparently Riddley thought everything in here belonged partially to Orion...?

 

"Mmhm, my boss said if I ever drink caffeine that he'd come and kill me himself." He said with an amused chuckle. His boss was kidding when he said that but Riddley's tone almost sounded serious so he added the laughter to lighten it. He was trying really hard to not make his boss sound like a freak, because he knew that there was a good chance that Orion already thought he was some kind of psycho or at least a really weird old man at this point. "But sir, getting ladies isn't hard at all. I wouldn't say it's simple, but you just need to... Hold yourself nicely. Posture, confidence, the way you dress, talk, do things, etcetera... Most importantly treat her with respect and keep your eyes where they should be. On her face." His tone seemed to chime mischievously as he said that last part. Only because he was pretty sure the brunette was looking lower than the girl's eyes. Who could blame him though? She's practically asking for people to look down. "I could always just make it to where you're serving her instead of me. You probably... Don't like me very much. Be it physically or mentally. And I understand that, so don't say anything to deny it! But back to the more important topic. Would you like me to help you switch places with... Um... Whoever that is?" He gestured to the man serving the girl before averting his attention to the tower.

 

Finally getting out of his jacket he opened it up and spread it across both of his arms to create a large square of space. Walking to the opposite side of of the table so that he was across from Orion. Didn't want any falling on him, yeah? "This might make some noise, so I apologise in advance for any potentially unwanted attention, sir." Almost as quickly as the sentence ended, he knocked over the tower in his own direction and caught all but three onto his jacket. Starting to rearrange them into their proper places on the table. "Funny thing is that never worked for me so well before. Maybe I'd catch half, but I actually caught all but... One, two... Three of them!" He chuckled, despite thinking that Orion was going to snap at him for trying something like that. But the reason he did it was because he would probably fail if he tried taking them down one by one. Too many distractions for him here.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Crazy old man was exactly what he thought. One in a suit with a gun hidden somewhere inside. The laugh didn't help at all, because the man could probably be able to laugh after a lot of things that weren't funny... But he wasn't afraid because if it was anyone that was going to die, it would be this guy not him. Orion felt the color in his face disappear when this maniac toppled over the tower, because really. Who would expect anyone to catch all of that?! The brunet let out a shakey sigh as he went to pick up the three that fell, "If... If you can't take your towers down properly, don't stack things up in the first place! That's not normal and this place isn't a construction site, its a restaurant... I swear to god if that fell, I was going to be the one that might kill you..." I'm not a violent person but I'm not even joking. This guy. I swear.

 

He put the creamers on the table again and put his hand over his forehead. This encounter needs to end quickly... Orion shook his head finally, going back to the lovely woman he wanted to get dirty with in his head, "You're right. I'd rather be serving her, but that's not how it works. You can't just switch... And anyways, she already got her food so there isn't much left to do." He looked over again, glancing at the beauty and then at Him. No, he didn't even like mentioning his name. As far as he knew, that's what his name was. Just Him. Looking at the scene he suddenly imagined a play going on. Orion would be the cute server she couldn't take his eyes off of either. He's serve her a perfect looking milkshake and dare to take a sip out of it before she did... but she wouldn't care. The goddess would keep her blue eyes on him while sipping it next. And in the end? She'd write her phone number on a napkin before she left. Then what would he do with it? He'd call her up, go on a date and make demi-god babies with her. As if. Orion looked back at him, "Anyways. You sit down. I'll be back with something not coffee. You can go ahead and eat the toast to pass the time instead of stacking everything on the damn table.

 

Taking the coffee cup, he turned to the kitchen again, this time avoiding looking at the girl... except he saw Him sitting across from her now, chatting it up. Under the table, she was swinging her legs like a happy little school girl. No fucking way! You've got to be joking me! In that instant, the danger of going over there and dumping the hot coffee of him was real. He became flustered, wishing it was him, and just went off to the kitchen for hot chocolate. Who knows, maybe he might like it more.

[MacabreFather]

"Look at the bright side. I finally did something right! I've been practicing that forever at my boss' place. But he didn't have... These things, so I used utensils. Which is a lot harder than these things." His voice didn't have a single drop of sadness as he said that, even though he realised that the phrase 'finally did something right' sounded pitiable to himself. Not that he'd ever want to pity himself, he was just aware that he messes up a lot. Once your boss whips you twenty times for each time you break his property... You'd probably learn how to understand when you mess up. "If you killed me... I'd be impressed, you're pretty small compared to me. Unless you have a gun, then you could definitely do it!" Those words attracted more attention than when he was stacking the items up. Mostly because it almost sounded like he was suggesting that Orion should try it.

 

After watching Orion get a safe distance away, he looked over to the man serving the assumed-goddess and whistled loudly. The kind of whistle you would do to call your dog back to you if it ran off, but twice the volume. Why so obnoxious? Because he didn't want to waste the few moments of time he had before the brunette came back, so he had to do something that quickly attracts attention and that would probably be hard to ignore. Of course, he just ignored all of the other people who's stares bore into the back of his head. "Hey, I need some serious help if you would be so kind as to come over here." His voice was much blander than it was with Orion. Barely a speck of tone or emotion could be heard in it. I don't actually want to talk to him, but if it's for my master, I won't complain. At least, not out loud. He gently rocked his chair back and forth, miraculously not tipping it over, but he did this all the time so he had learned how to do it without falling over and bruising his face. I seem to have a lot of unnecessary skills, but not any that actually apply to anything important. Let's see... Master knows how to cook, make drinks and act like an android servant when necessary. I know how to... Do most things a preschooler would do but fail at. Okay, I know I can do more, but I need to find out what master wants. Besides to get in bed with that girl. As he thought of these things, more ideas popped into his head and he quickly thought up of some really good sounding coffee beverage. Seemed really sweet, but that might actually be a good thing. All he needed was for this server to come over to him and he could execute the plan properly.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Orion had been to focused ranting to himself over Him and how he didn't deserve a girl like that for being such a man whore, he didn't hear the comment about his height compared to him. He went in the kitchen and went to the smaller maker machine that poured out hot chocolate instead of coffee, looking both devastated and angry. In this case, he was actually not as much mad at Him for being there, but rather because it wasn't him and he was bad at dealing with females. Besides being unaffectionate, one would call him insensative sometimes... In middle school a girl came to her crying because they were friends and she wanted comfort because there was a bully that took her favorite fuzzy pencil. And what did he say back then? "What am I supposed to do about that? That guy is going to beat me up, man. Sorry." Its not like he wanted to be like this, it was just a natural thing. Normally thinking about himself... It wasn't a likable quality and actually, if he had a choice to be different, he'd take it. But the world was just to shitty for him to do that, so this is what the world got from him.

 

A different cup was filled with with the hot chocolate and he topped it with thick whipped cream. It looked so good, he wanted some too, but no, not now. Orion was always able to take a few things from the kitchen after his shift finishes. He was turning around when a server was there, staring at him. Orion stared back until he was getting creeped out, "Uh. Yes?"

 

"Did you see that girl over there? The one that looks like a fucking model, dude? The one Liam is serving" He asked getting closer so nobody would hear, "I talked to him before he got out there and guess what?"

 

That got his interest and he moved close as well, whispering, seething, "What that guy say?"

 

"He said... That's his girlfriend. And that today they're doing some kind of weird kink where they pretend to meet each other for the first time then fuck and stuff because it's 'romantic and sexy'. Can you believe that guy? He's just bringing her her to tease us all."

 

"That son of a bitch... I can totally believe that asshole would do that.... What else does she like?" Orion mumbled after a pause.

 

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Liam got the rude call and frowned, "What the heck... Now he's bothering me?" He sighed and quickly told his girlfriend he'd be right back. Walking towards the customer who gave the friendly Onion a big bear hug at the beginning. "Your server went into the kitchen and he'll be right back. But if it's something quick, I'll be glad to help you, sir." He smiled, it looking more real than Orions. It was only clearly fake because nobody would want to smile at someone who dog whistled you.

[MacabreFather]

A small amused smile crept its way onto Riddley's face again at the repeated act of faking a smile for him. He didn't like seeming like a jerk, which in a lot of cases was true, but he was pretty sure his attention wouldn't be shifted from a girl like that if he merely called him over. "Not as funny as..." He cleared his throat, as if he was forcing the next word out, "Orion. But anyways, I just called you over because he's obviously disturbed by my presence and I find it rather rude so... What's he good at doing and bad at doing at work? And don't hold back because with that stu- with that nickname you gave him, you don't seem to like him very much either." He gave a sigh, giving the server a look that obviously read that he expected him to answer the most likely unusual question. "Don't bring up the hugging either, it's a personal thing."

 

He didn't dislike Orion at all and so of course, he was lying through his teeth. Something he originally learned to do in order to help his sisters get away from creeps. Mostly it was if some guy was harassing one of his sisters and he'd go up and tell him he was her boyfriend. He overdid it all the time by grabbing their butts, or better yet, grabbing the guy's crotch and getting the living fire beaten out of him, but to him the reaction he got was worth the pain. Lucky he didn't get killed. But back to the main point, those white lies soon grew into a skill and he lied to help anyone, regardless if they knew he was doing it or not, and he could do it all with a tone as realistic as his normal voice. Ignoring the fact that his normal expressions were always a little bit exaggerated from what they should be.

 

Even though he had a bad feeling in his gut, he continued with what he was 'planning'. Not knowing for sure if it was going to work or not but it was already in motion and he figured helping his master was more important than the bad vibe he was feeling. Well, he at least thought he was helping Orion, not even knowing who this girl was or if she would be 'good enough' for him.

 

Am I in over my head this time? I mean, the worst thing I've ever done to myself was when I got hit by a car for playing in the road as a kid but... I actually feel weird about this. Am I getting sense? Like, common sense? Hm... No, I probably already have that. Maybe. He continued trying to rationalise his actions, as he always did although if you need to rationalise your thoughts in the first place... Probably means you shouldn't even try it. Maybe he'd figure that out the hard way, but with how things were going for him now... It was highly unlikely.

[Coffee-Tastic]

"Ah. Okay, I guess..." A personal thing? So was it a gay hug? Liam gave a cocky grunt and put his hands on his strong hips, "That Orion guy... He's such a slacker." That was true. "He does work I guess, but someone always has to push him off of his phone..." It actually seemed like this customer would do Onion some more teasing, so he decided to tell him things he didn't need to know. "Between you and me... Someone managed to unlock his phone's code and they said he was reading perverted erotica from the internet. I'm not surprised, though the content wasn't very manly I heard. I think he doesn't have a dick. He's got like no muscle, he likes reading erotica made for girls and sometimes when he talks his voice cracks as if he's faking the voice. He's a very pathetic human being." He wasn't actually trying to say Orion was a girl, but it was all mostly true, except the part where he fakes the voice and the porn he reads was all about women with big boobs, black underwear and lusty eyes.

 

From all of the worker's point of view, Orion was the joke. A runt. The butt of their jokes. Orion knew he wasn't respected by anyone already, so they didn't have to hide that fact so much. He always takes long to start working, he takes long breaks, he steals some food during the day and no matter what his task is, if his hours are up, he goes home. Even if he still had a table with people to serve. Nobody ever saw Orion do anything but be on his phone and the small attempts made by them to invite him to parties or to the bar, he'd always reject the offer! Orion was a useless nobody.

 

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"What? You're totally joking!" From his and the other server's small talk about Liam's girlfriend, they got a few others in on the conversation. Orion just heard that at a night out when they went drinking, she showed up and jokingly asked Eef if he wanted a blowjob, but suspiciously had her hand rubbing his knew. "She's totally a slut. You think she's cheating on him?"

 

"I dont know but," Eff clicked his teeth and chuckled, "Damn. I wouldn't mind being that lucky one."

 

Orion nodded, "Y-Yeah..." So. That shitty guy Liam didn't actually have an angel. He wouldn't mind if his girlfriend cheated on him as long as she was that hot and went down every night. With a sigh, Orion looked at his hand and saw the hot chocolate there. What was I doing? Oh...! He frowned and picked himself up from leaning against the wall and went to go back to the ADHD man. The first thing he laid eyes on was the girl. Where did Him go? A turn of the head, he saw him with his special customer. Orion actually gasped, but all of a sudden he heard a voice.

 

"Ah. Excuse me?" She said with a smile, calling to Orion.

 

The brunet's feet were glued to the floor and he stared at her. The goddess giggled and waved for him to come to her. Oooh my god. Oh my god. With a gulp, he smiled sheepishly and walked over towards her. "Um... Um yes m-miss?"

[MacabreFather]

He tried to stifle his laughter but his amusement was obvious on his face. It seemed very hard for him not to wear his emotions on his sleeve... Because for him it really was almost impossible. He even started crying when his sister got dumped by her first boyfriend, despite trying hard not to. "So he's a lazy one, hm?" He sighed. "That's too bad. I was hoping to find someone able-bodied to scout but... Can't have someone who's phone addicted. Although that girly thing... Some girls think it's cute, I don't get it..." He threw a glance to the goddess sitting across the way, eyes glimmering due to the feeling of accomplishment. Apparently he didn't need to try too hard after all? "Maybe he has a micro-penis... No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend." He continued, feeling as if this man liked to bad talk so it wasn't exactly a waste of his time. Despite the fact he felt insulted by every bad thing he said about Orion. He didn't know the brunette at all, but he knew that sitting here practically asking the man to insult his master only made it feel worse. "Or... Has he ever had a girlfriend?"

This guy seems awfully toxic in the work area... You never gossip about your co-workers! Unless you're with family or a close friend that isn't at your workplace, maybe. Man I'm bored. Should I just stack things again? No, master would get angry... Kind of reminds me of that one time, when I was playing with master's ba- He stopped his thinking as quickly as it started. He wasn't normally talking to people for so long and he was starting to notice he had attention problems. Maybe I am an overgrown child? I can't even pay attention for two minutes...

Although he was still saying things he didn't actually think or feel, and this felt really bad so he was reminded of why he always did things without restraint. It didn't actually feel like this every time, but he wasn't aware of that. He was tired of being thought of as a pest or stupid or some kind of overgrown child fresh out of solitary confinement, but he brought those opinions on himself, not intentionally but saying or doing things he didn't actually feel... That's the main reason he tried to 'break Orion out of his shell'. He felt as if he may feel the same way at work, and he had sympathy on a few minor things such as this. Only because he genuinely felt it.

On the bright side, Orion had finally gotten a chance to talk to the girl, the main reason he was doing any of this, so he kept in mind that this wasn't for himself, this was for his master and it would be worth it. Or so he thought.