Probs one of the shortest posts I've done in a long time but w/e I'm tired and lazy rn. I don't even know what to do with this scene anymore so Sato's salty. yay
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Mako playing along was a relief, at least. But it was also not a relief that Akira stuck around still, deciding to order the coffee (possibly) due to their recommendations. Sato nodded and pretended to write it down on a piece of note paper. He brushed past Akira to go place the order, but as he did so, Akira whipped around with his phone in hand and camera already snapping. Sato retaliated by ripping himself away from the boy, making sure to display his disgust with his behaviour obvious. Of course he minded, and it was at that moment he confirmed that Akira knew it was him. Or at least was rather confident. Still, he had pictures to prove it. Hopefully Shizu’s make-up talent would discredit the photo if Akira were to show it to anyone.
Sato returned to the two teens once the coffee was prepared, and he set the steaming cup in front of Akira. As he stepped forward to set the coffee down, Sato stomped with a subtle ferocity on Akira’s foot. ”A-ah! Sorry, master! Please enjoy your coffee!” Despite the intentional attack, Sato acted out an apologetic demeanour as well as he could before backing off.
'Tis true but it'll be a fun little game and will get 'her' picture out in circulation, make numerous fans, have 'her' own fan club and then when the others come to the same conclusion and realize who it is, so so rekt. Warakuma's own crossdressing archer is borrn.
Crossdressing Archer is honestly amazing and it's officially his title. I don't even know why I like it so much.
He had a reputation? Wut?
LOL
Very true.
That is, of course, if all the archery club members can figure out it's the precious Sato.
Damn it. Now I have to post. Better share the hot pix, Akira.
Oh Gods, chicken pox is the worst. Get well soon!
Just waiting on X to post for Akira.
...On another note, WHERE IS EVERYONE ELSE.
Just waiting on X to post for Akira.
I somehow didn't see that Ama posted two days ago, and I was waiting for her to actually do so before I posted, so yeah. There was a bit of a delay. Anyway I did it and Sato's suffering.
‘Saki’ watched as Shizu wrote down Mako’s order (Bunker Buster Cake Special, which Sato had absolutely know idea what it would consist of besides cake) and excused them both with a refined response. As Shizu lead him back over to the counter area (thankfully), Sato could merely pray that Mako didn’t figure out who he was. But he probably did, based on the way he was suspiciously eyeing him. He definitely knew and all he could do is hope that Mako would just never mention it. To anyone. Ever.
He rubbed his arm awkwardly as Shizu and the manager discussed his very first performance. Shizu apparently took his interaction with Mako as playing a character, which Sato supposed was better than just being a nervous beginner. The dragged-up boy barely paid attention to what they were doing or saying until he heard a familiar name. Hoshikawa Kenji. Sato’s neck snapped to look at the manager and was shocked to realize that it was in fact Kenji Hoshikawa’s face. While he didn’t anymore, he used to watch sentai stuff all the time as a kid and the only actor he really knew from any of them was Kenji. Sato bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling like a child. ”Wow,” he muttered.
After Kenji left, Sato turned her his attention to the cake that was placed on the counter beside them. It looked… like he expected. It fit the already zany theme. Shizu instructed him to deliver the slice of decadent cake over to Mako as she greeted some new customers. He nodded firmly and whisked the cake from the counter and over to Mako’s table. As he walked over to his master, Sato stole a glance at the customers that had just entered. And to his surprise, it was Alexai Dragunov, the fellow he had met in Drama, standing beside a younger-looking girl who Sato guessed was related to Alexai in some fashion based on the similarities between their appearances. Sato whole-heartedly expected yet another person from Drama to find their way to this maid café he didn’t even know existed before a couple hours ago.
”Here’s your order, master. Please enjoy.” ‘Saki’ set the plate in front of Mako. Under his breath, he quickly muttered something. ”Andpleasedon’tsayanythingaboutthis.” The maid took a short step back, glaring at Mako without trying to hide it. What he wouldn’t leave for him to just leave. At least Alexai was being served by someone else, but this guy would just be a problem until he was gone, and it would only get worse as someone called to him.
”Saki-chan was it?” Sato turned to face who owned the all too familiar voice.
Kill me.
Sato stared at Akira. Why the hell was he here? ”You look awfully familiar, now, where have we met before? And even Akira recognized him. Or at least had an idea. Mako was enough trouble, so Sato conjured up a voice as feminine as he could muster, shied his face towards the floor, and decided to fully commit to this waitress thing.
”Hello, master! I am Saki, yes. I’m afraid we haven’t met before unfortunately, however. Would like to order anything? A coffee, perhaps? My other master can testify for the quality of it.” Sato replied, a cheerful tone tacked onto his voice. He nodded his head in the direction of Mako when he mentioned his ‘other master’. Ordering coffee meant that Sato had an excuse to flee from the scene and avoid any more immediate contact with the two boys.
Posted o/
That was a fun post to write. I guess.
That was a fun post to write. I guess.
Sato found himself leaning against the wall again (a thing that became subconscious) after the manager had left to go fetch his mentor for the day. For being as elusive as it was, the staff room was pretty bland. Or perhaps, Sato considered, he had just went a little crazy with his imagination when it came to the mysterious staff-only section of stores and restaurants. It was almost crushing, really. And as Sato considered this disappointment, a chirping sound came from his pocket and he fished out his phone almost instantly. Three texts from Mika.
satoooo u heard about the big sales?? HALF OFF
half off sato
come with me sato nobody else will
The boy clicked his tongue as his fingers flew about the touchscreen keyboard.
Can’t （ﾉ´д｀） I’m busy today. tommorow?
Just as the text finished sending, Sato heard someone entering the room and immediately thrust his phone back into his pocket. A blonde girl wearing the same kind of get-up as all the other waitresses entered the room and gave a bow. Sato returned it before she walked over to a rack of costumes and clothes on the other side of the room. The girl skimmed through the various frilly skirts before uttering the first word. ”Nice to meet you. I’m Sato Hashimoto, and I suppose we’ll be working together today.” And it was after he introduced himself did Shizu-chan bring up the issue that there was no butler costumes left due to the overabundance of male waiters working. ”What’re we going to do then?” Sato wrapped his arms around his chest. Even though he hoped otherwise, the slender male knew what they were going to do.
”May I present to you… our newest maid!”
Sato did a tiny twirl in his long black dress. The newly christened maid stumbled awkwardly to one side after having done so, and he quickly repositioned himself and quietly folded his hands at his waist. ”Welcome home, master!” Sato practiced, using the most realistic feminine voice the boy could muster. At least with the wig and the amount of make-up applied, the chances of being recognized by anyone were slim to none. An alien feeling of bashfulness ran through him when the manager gave a whistle, and he shook his head a bit to get rid of it. This was just like… like playing a character. Acting. This whole thing was just some practice for drama! Yeah, that was it!
The now pink-haired Sato took the cup of coffee and followed Shizu-chan over to their customer— master? —and as soon as he saw his face, the boy wanted to scream. Mako, that one guy from drama, was at the maid café. And they were serving him. Nervously, Sato placed the elegant cup of coffee before Mako as fluidly as he could. ”H-hello, master! I’m Saki, and I’ll be serving you today!” The words came out too fast and too loud, and Sato at least knew he would appeal to the guys that were into the whole shy girl thing. That was something. ”A-ahh, your order. Would you like anything, Mak— master?”
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