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With breakfast happily consumed and Jagger content with how he looked, the male Pixie finally made his way from his tiny abode to his place of business down below. Unlike everyone else who had to use the front door to enter the cafe, Jagger's home had it's own door that led into the staff lounge, all the workers knew where it led and knew not to enter. While he wasn't scary in the least, more cuddly than anything, people respected him and he appreciated it. The last the he or maybe anyone would want was someone going through their home.

The pink-haired male crept into the building and silently shut the door behind him, moving silently through the kitchen until he was just about to enter the cafe itself when he spotted a familiar flame. [color=ec008c]"Fiona ~"[/color] He called out in a song-song tone, waving with all the enthusiasm in the world. His nose twitched as the smell of coffee hit him and with a giddy step he gravitated towards the coffee machine. [color=ec008c]"Oh and you already started coffee, it's like you read my mind. I have such reliable workers"[/color] he cooed.

Jagger happily made a cup of coffee for himself, dressing it up with enough creamer and sugar to put anyone else into a sugar coma. Taking a gentle sip of the steaming liquid he glanced out the tinted window to see people already lining up at the door, a smile slipping across his features. It made the male swell with pride to know that people were to fond of his cafe. It wasn't even anything special, just a place he made so people like himself could find a place to belong. He wanted people to feel like they could come to his cafe and feel like they had a place to run if things ever got bad.

The sound of a bell caused Jagger to look towards the front to see Riley, just like with the fiery entity that was Fiona he waved excitedly. [color=ec008c]"Morning Riley!"[/color] He watched her a moment as she headed into the kitchen and the returned to peer outside, wondering what kind of people would show up today.

As workers of all shapes, sizes and colors filtered into the Cafe jagger took the time to gaze at the interior, wondering just how he would pull off what he was imagining in his head. He knew he didn't want to do everything through illusions, no he did want some sort of realism....but what would it be? The male tapped his chin as he contemplated for a few moments before looking at the clock. [i]Oh it's opening time![/i]

With way too much pep in his step the male walked over to the door and flipped the old-fashioned sign that said [i]closed[/i] to [i]open[/i]. While he could have a very modern and high-tech place he preferred the aesthetic and feel that an old-time cafe brought. He was certain that the guests enjoyed it too, why else would they keep showing up. [i]Probably the cakes honestly....[/i] he thought. His cooks took great care to make the pastries and side dished that they served with their drinks, even he rarely ate anything that wasn't made in the cafe.
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