Life as I know it.
Who: Kiku Honda (though it is quite open to anyone passing through)
When: Oct. 27, mid-afternoon
Where: The Royal Café, Huayuan
What: An extremely slow day...
For the hundredth time today, Kiku stared up at the bell hanging from the top of the door, willing it to cheerfully announce running costs guests into the trendy yet admittedly appealing-to-a-limited-audience cafe. He'd sent the lunch waitresses home early, choosing to cut weekday cost a bit by filling the role himself.
It wasn't something he did often. Certainly not enough to be considered a hobby. Really, the purpose of the uniform frilly skirt, lacy petticoats, and over-knee stockings was to help control the slow mid week afternoon cost of running a cafe with such a specific clientèle base. He'd be changing before the evening shift workers got there. Running things in this way allowed him to extend the hours without having to close between meal shifts. If someone chanced to come in during this hour, they'd be expecting a maid, and he could provide that service. And besides, the cat ears were a nice charm point.
Things were certain to be better in the evening. Especially this close to Halloween. If nothing else, he'd position a few of the girls to pass out fliers and tissue packets to advertise the specials for the weekend. He was counting on that revenue to update the uniforms to fit with the new season of anime that had just come out in Japan. Despite being in America, he was hardly going to let that stop him from closely following the latest trends. In his mind, this cafe was in competition with those in Akihabara, and standards were extremely high.
Sighing again...it seemed there was no helping it if it would be a quiet afternoon...he began searching for some surface...any surface available to clean. He'd scrubbed the undersides of the seats yesterday, polished all metallic surfaces an hour ago, and there were no dishes to speak of. The tops of the light fixtures were done last week, and to do them again he'd need help getting up and down the stepladder with the necessary cleaning tools. The wooden floor was spotless, lace doilies a sparkling bleached white, and the heart shaped chairs looked as if they were purchased yesterday in all their pastel pink, blue, and lilac glory.
With nothing readily available to clean, he supposed he had the time to play a bit on his DS. Perhaps this time he could try to win through with a team of nothing but choroneko. Just to pose a challenge.
When: Oct. 27, mid-afternoon
Where: The Royal Café, Huayuan
What: An extremely slow day...
For the hundredth time today, Kiku stared up at the bell hanging from the top of the door, willing it to cheerfully announce running costs guests into the trendy yet admittedly appealing-to-a-limited-audience cafe. He'd sent the lunch waitresses home early, choosing to cut weekday cost a bit by filling the role himself.
It wasn't something he did often. Certainly not enough to be considered a hobby. Really, the purpose of the uniform frilly skirt, lacy petticoats, and over-knee stockings was to help control the slow mid week afternoon cost of running a cafe with such a specific clientèle base. He'd be changing before the evening shift workers got there. Running things in this way allowed him to extend the hours without having to close between meal shifts. If someone chanced to come in during this hour, they'd be expecting a maid, and he could provide that service. And besides, the cat ears were a nice charm point.
Things were certain to be better in the evening. Especially this close to Halloween. If nothing else, he'd position a few of the girls to pass out fliers and tissue packets to advertise the specials for the weekend. He was counting on that revenue to update the uniforms to fit with the new season of anime that had just come out in Japan. Despite being in America, he was hardly going to let that stop him from closely following the latest trends. In his mind, this cafe was in competition with those in Akihabara, and standards were extremely high.
Sighing again...it seemed there was no helping it if it would be a quiet afternoon...he began searching for some surface...any surface available to clean. He'd scrubbed the undersides of the seats yesterday, polished all metallic surfaces an hour ago, and there were no dishes to speak of. The tops of the light fixtures were done last week, and to do them again he'd need help getting up and down the stepladder with the necessary cleaning tools. The wooden floor was spotless, lace doilies a sparkling bleached white, and the heart shaped chairs looked as if they were purchased yesterday in all their pastel pink, blue, and lilac glory.
With nothing readily available to clean, he supposed he had the time to play a bit on his DS. Perhaps this time he could try to win through with a team of nothing but choroneko. Just to pose a challenge.