[center][h2][color=a36209]JM MASON[/color][/h2][i]Market District - Food Court[/i]
[@Sho Minazuki][/center][hr]
JM thought he could feel a vein popping.

[color=a36209][i]"This. Little. Shit."[/i][/color]

This! This is why he hated working in the fucking service industry. Give him construction work or blue collar shit any day, but fuck having to interact with people - especially entitled pricks like this one!

He glared at the kid, scarcely taking note of his accent (or more accurately, not even recognizing it) and clicked his tongue. [color=a36209]"The fuck do you want kid? If you've got nothing to order, then scram."[/color] He snorted. [color=a36209]"What, you got nothing better to do than bother other people? And so what if I'm a fucking demon or whatever? Do you even go to this fucking school or what?"[/color]

He made a dismissive gesture, and proceeded to go back to minding the food. Looks like there weren't many people out now. Hopefully he'd be able to end this shift early, because damn if that kid looked like he wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon. The last thing he needed was to get his balls busted by some up-jumped cosplayer from la-la land.