and what I wonderful and fail BFF it is x3polishflareJune 26 2010, 00:51:35 UTC
Feliks enjoyed bursting into nice atmospheres. He enjoyed it so much that he often scoped them out to do just that.
So, the poor, unsuspecting restaurant that just so happened to be near the end of his shopping route didn't even stand a chance. As, it was getting too hot in the afternoon for him to be walking outside anyway, especially since he was having to carry around his own purchases...
He entered the place by pushing the door open with his foot and took it upon himself to find his own seat, not even realizing the rest of the crowd that probably wanted a seat as well, nope, not realizing them at all. He plopped down, quickly setting his bags aside, and fell against the table with a long and loud sigh of relief. Then, groaned as his stomach did as well.
His eyes snapped up to look over his arm, searching for service.
Even though his wish had been granted Feliks took the menu rather slowly and eyed the person from over top of it; who looked like they had been working rather hard and he quirked an eyebrow and frowned after taking in their whole apperance.
He kept his eyes to the server, "...do you have... I, uh... are you aware that your hair is, like, WAY disheaveled...?"
He couldn't take his eyes off anything else, and he allowed just how offended he was by it show all on his face.
"......." What had he just said? Disheveled? Kim felt her left eye twitch just a little bit at that comment.
"... What?" was all she could really say. That was the first time a customer had actually bothered commenting on her appearance. Don't get worked up, Kim.... Just let the guy, or girl, order and get on with work.
Feliks lifted his head more and cocked his head, the signs of frustration he was causing in this going right over his head and maybe he did forget a bit why he had come there in the first place...
He snorted, "What? What? Like, do you not realize it? Because I don't know how anyone can miss it."
He rolled his eyes, looking away and twirling some of his hair around a finger.
"Just because you're, like, a dude." he mumbled, "Doesn't mean you're required to walk around looking, like, all gross and icky and such..."
You could probably see the veins popping if you looked at Kim right now. On the inside she was counting very slowly to ten to try and keep her calm. Gross.... icky..... She could sorta live with that.
BUT A DUDE????
Oh, this girl-boy was gonna get it... Somehow.
" I'm not a guy." she said, managing not to burst just yet. There was no way she was planning on making a scene in her uncle's restaurant. The man didn't need that sort of stuff. Not yet.
Feliks leaned back into his seat and found great interest with one of his nails all of a sudden, focusing on that instead of looking towards his server.
"...That's good, like, I say that sometimes too, but then again I'm wearing something, like, pretty and flowy at the time. Not like what you have on..."
He took a second to eye said outfit, before looking back to his nail.
"...yeah, like, if you're trying to convince yourself of that you should at least, like, try pink..."
"... This is the uniform. If you have a problem with it, talk to the owner." Kim said. This guy was being insanely rude and an ass. Where were his manners? You didn't just tell strangers you just meet this stuff! Was he really expecting her to look perfect after a whole day rushing back and forth between tables carrying different foods?
She bit her tongue before saying something she'd really regret. ' Just order something and let me beeee!' she whined mentally, hoping the guy would cut out the crap.
Otherwise she'd probably end up hitting him with the menu.....
Feliks didn't seem to listen to half of that sentence, and he didn't. He still opened his mouth to say the first that came to mind, but slowly shut it thinking of something else.
"Have a problem with it..." he mused.
He quickly brightened up. Then, ignoring the situation, reached out to tug the server and push them into the seat across from him.
"Oh my god, change your uniform, like, what a great idea!" he prattled on, mainly to himself, and began to dig through the nearest shopping bag, "I don't really have much that a dude would, like, wear though, but that doesn't, like, stop me any... Pft, what am I saying, you'll look loooads better no matter what change it is..."
" I'm a girl!" she hissed quietly at his comment. What was this idiot doing? She was working! Kim could feel a vein popping... Again. If she had her paddle...
No. Don't let this jerk get to you. It could be worse, he could be a drunk pervert.
Come to think of it, maybe a drunk pervert would've been easier... At least then she'd have a reason to beat his ass up and out of the restaurant for good.
Feliks misinterpreted the person's upset. He also only heard the first part of what they had just said because the word 'work' had a hard time sticking in his head without going through one ear and out the other.
"Don't, like, worry. It's okay to crossdress. It, like, totally runs in my family, you know. Well... I like to think it does, like, maybe a late, late, late, late, late, late, great grandfather of mine had or something, then I could be like well grandpa wore skirts, why can't I! Well, then again, they all seemed to, like, like skirts waaaay back when, but... egh, now I'm thinking of old men in skirts... gag."
Feliks finally got hold of a ruffle top in the shopping bag and held it up to inspect. He smirked, "Dude, really you'll feel way better in something like this."
"..... I'm NOT a boy..." she said, although it seemed obvious that this idiot either didn't hear, or didn't care about what she was trying to say. Kim felt like slapping him.
No. She felt like kicking his ass out of this place. This was REALLY not helping her mood stay positive. " Are you gonna eat anything?" she asked. Screw being a helpful waitress.... She could explain things to her uncle later if he asked. As long as she kept it quiet and violence-free....
This was such a proof she should've had bigger breasts.... She HATED it when people didn't believe her when she said she was a girl. Sure, she wasn't the most feminine, but... COME... ON!
Feliks put the shirt down and scrutinized her more. Turning his head sideways and squinting in an attempt to see if that would make her statement seem more true. BUT, didn't find anything to make him think otherwise.
He wanted to giggle, but then heard the word 'eat'...
"...I am really hungry...." he mused, "like, what do you think I should have, um... girl?"
".... My name's Kim...." Stupid idiot.. Kim was clutching the notepad she carried with her, threatening to rip it apart. Had it been his hand or something it would've probably been crushed by now.
No. Focus on your job now. " Today's special is the pho plate." she said, referring to the picture of a bowl of pho.
Please don't make any dumb comment...... She probably wouldn't handle it if he made more stupid statements.
Feliks looked to the picture with big eyes, "Ooh, that looks, like, really good. I can't believe, like, I forgot how hungry I am. I'll have one of those... wait..."
He stopped and raised an eyebrow in amusement, looking up at her.
"...Kim? Like, at least Feliks IS a boy's name! Though, I think it'd be cute to have a girl's name, a totally super cute one though..."
He stopped to cross his arms and grumble off to the side, "hmm, that's kind of cool that you have a girl's name..."
" Yeah.... Cause I'm a girl...." she said, and sighed before getting up. " I'll get your order." she said, took the menu and returned to the kitchen to give the guy's order to the chef.
After that, she went to the break room for a couple of minutes to cool down. In other words, to break her notepad in half and find a new one. Stupid bastard....
She looked like a guy? He didn't exactly look like a guy himself. Kim grumbled and leaned against the wall. Not seeing his face was at least helping. Hopefully she would keep herself from spitting in his food. That was low, you couldn't do that to customers.
About five minutes later, she came out and put the order on his table. " Hope you enjoy your food." she said, keeping the "friendly" mask on. No use in starting a scene.
No matter how tempting it was to drag him outside and kick his ass.
So, the poor, unsuspecting restaurant that just so happened to be near the end of his shopping route didn't even stand a chance. As, it was getting too hot in the afternoon for him to be walking outside anyway, especially since he was having to carry around his own purchases...
He entered the place by pushing the door open with his foot and took it upon himself to find his own seat, not even realizing the rest of the crowd that probably wanted a seat as well, nope, not realizing them at all. He plopped down, quickly setting his bags aside, and fell against the table with a long and loud sigh of relief. Then, groaned as his stomach did as well.
His eyes snapped up to look over his arm, searching for service.
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" Welcome. May I help you?" she asked, putting on a nice smile.
It had been a good day with nice customers, so hopefully it would stay that way until her shift ended in a couple of hours.
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He kept his eyes to the server, "...do you have... I, uh... are you aware that your hair is, like, WAY disheaveled...?"
He couldn't take his eyes off anything else, and he allowed just how offended he was by it show all on his face.
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"... What?" was all she could really say. That was the first time a customer had actually bothered commenting on her appearance. Don't get worked up, Kim.... Just let the guy, or girl, order and get on with work.
Don't get angry....
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He snorted, "What? What? Like, do you not realize it? Because I don't know how anyone can miss it."
He rolled his eyes, looking away and twirling some of his hair around a finger.
"Just because you're, like, a dude." he mumbled, "Doesn't mean you're required to walk around looking, like, all gross and icky and such..."
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BUT A DUDE????
Oh, this girl-boy was gonna get it... Somehow.
" I'm not a guy." she said, managing not to burst just yet. There was no way she was planning on making a scene in her uncle's restaurant. The man didn't need that sort of stuff. Not yet.
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"...That's good, like, I say that sometimes too, but then again I'm wearing something, like, pretty and flowy at the time. Not like what you have on..."
He took a second to eye said outfit, before looking back to his nail.
"...yeah, like, if you're trying to convince yourself of that you should at least, like, try pink..."
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She bit her tongue before saying something she'd really regret.
' Just order something and let me beeee!' she whined mentally, hoping the guy would cut out the crap.
Otherwise she'd probably end up hitting him with the menu.....
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"Have a problem with it..." he mused.
He quickly brightened up. Then, ignoring the situation, reached out to tug the server and push them into the seat across from him.
"Oh my god, change your uniform, like, what a great idea!" he prattled on, mainly to himself, and began to dig through the nearest shopping bag, "I don't really have much that a dude would, like, wear though, but that doesn't, like, stop me any... Pft, what am I saying, you'll look loooads better no matter what change it is..."
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No. Don't let this jerk get to you. It could be worse, he could be a drunk pervert.
Come to think of it, maybe a drunk pervert would've been easier... At least then she'd have a reason to beat his ass up and out of the restaurant for good.
" I actually have work to do." she said.
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"Don't, like, worry. It's okay to crossdress. It, like, totally runs in my family, you know. Well... I like to think it does, like, maybe a late, late, late, late, late, late, great grandfather of mine had or something, then I could be like well grandpa wore skirts, why can't I! Well, then again, they all seemed to, like, like skirts waaaay back when, but... egh, now I'm thinking of old men in skirts... gag."
Feliks finally got hold of a ruffle top in the shopping bag and held it up to inspect. He smirked, "Dude, really you'll feel way better in something like this."
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No. She felt like kicking his ass out of this place. This was REALLY not helping her mood stay positive. " Are you gonna eat anything?" she asked. Screw being a helpful waitress.... She could explain things to her uncle later if he asked. As long as she kept it quiet and violence-free....
This was such a proof she should've had bigger breasts.... She HATED it when people didn't believe her when she said she was a girl. Sure, she wasn't the most feminine, but... COME... ON!
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He wanted to giggle, but then heard the word 'eat'...
"...I am really hungry...." he mused, "like, what do you think I should have, um... girl?"
He giggled at that.
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No. Focus on your job now. " Today's special is the pho plate." she said, referring to the picture of a bowl of pho.
Please don't make any dumb comment...... She probably wouldn't handle it if he made more stupid statements.
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He stopped and raised an eyebrow in amusement, looking up at her.
"...Kim? Like, at least Feliks IS a boy's name! Though, I think it'd be cute to have a girl's name, a totally super cute one though..."
He stopped to cross his arms and grumble off to the side, "hmm, that's kind of cool that you have a girl's name..."
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" Yeah.... Cause I'm a girl...." she said, and sighed before getting up. " I'll get your order." she said, took the menu and returned to the kitchen to give the guy's order to the chef.
After that, she went to the break room for a couple of minutes to cool down. In other words, to break her notepad in half and find a new one. Stupid bastard....
She looked like a guy? He didn't exactly look like a guy himself. Kim grumbled and leaned against the wall. Not seeing his face was at least helping. Hopefully she would keep herself from spitting in his food. That was low, you couldn't do that to customers.
About five minutes later, she came out and put the order on his table. " Hope you enjoy your food." she said, keeping the "friendly" mask on. No use in starting a scene.
No matter how tempting it was to drag him outside and kick his ass.
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