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[personal profile] vernus 2019-07-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[mysteriously, it's raining sharks outside.

the only seemingly safe spot is an innocuous cafe filled with the enticing aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. sandalphon's absentmindedly cleaning off a mug, even when sharks are visibly plummeting from the skies beyond the window. to his credit, he's refined his customer service voice. he's Leveled Up in cafe management, after all.]


Welcome! What will you be having today?
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[personal profile] haillenarte 2019-07-17 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[admittedly, this is pretty effective — francel can't possibly brood on his tragic interpersonal relationships when there are murderous, man-eating sharks after him! nearly teary-eyed, he sputters:]

Why are there sharks outside?!
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[personal profile] vernus 2019-07-18 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[bemused, sandalphon spares a glance at the window. somehow, he doesn't look surprised at all...]

...Ah. Them. They must be leftovers from the recent tornado we dispelled. [he flashes his equivalent of a reassuring expression, looking bizarrely calm about the whole situation.] No need to worry about them. They'll scatter after they hit land or sea.

[...somehow, this is not entirely convincing as a shark flies by the window with a sharp cry of "SHAAAAAARK!"...]

You should take a seat; you look unwell. I'll prepare our special for you—how does that sound? I've had compliments on my coffee, so I'm certain it'll ease your nerves.
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[personal profile] haillenarte 2019-07-18 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
I am, indeed, very unwell!

[still somewhat agitated, francel looks over his shoulder, but... no, there are no sharks chasing him. in fact, there strangely don't seem to be sharks anywhere near the vicinity of this cafe, which is partly why he ran here in a panic to begin with, but... what is this place? some kind of enchanted storefront? perhaps some particularly effective magical barrier...

francel has his concerned for anybody else who is out and about right now, but the barista seems wholly unconcerned, and maybe it's best not to contradict his hospitality when keeping this man happy might be the only thing standing between francel and several rows of deadly shark teeth. gradually, he relaxes... or at least he tries to relax.]


I'll... I... well, certainly. If you would be so kind. I... don't believe I've ever had this "coffee" of which you speak.