Allen was still dragging Rabi by the arm when he happened to look over to his left and skid to a halt. It was a rare spectacle. He clearly had kindred here. He reached up on his toes to ruffle Rabi's hair once before diving into the shop and sprinting up to the stranger he saw at the counter.
Wide-eyed, he pointed a white-gloved hand at the back of the man's head and declared loudly, "You have white hair too!"
Bakura stared blankly at the boy in front of him, wondering both where the hell he sprang out of and what the hell Olette just said.
"Congratulations. You aren't colorblind," he grumbled before returning to his task of dumping ingredients into the...cappuccino maker, it read. He moved to the shelves behind him, picking up random bottles and studying their labels. Vanilla? Edible. Cinnamon? Could help. Clorox? What in the name of Ra was that doing here. Hell, what was Clorox?
Gathering bottles in his arms, he turned back to the counter only to find that the boy was still there.
He stood, standing and staring blankly for several moments before realizing he had absolutely no purpose barging in. Finally dropping his raised arm, Allen blinked and glanced over at the girl he hadn't noticed on his initial run-in. He scratched the back of his head once thoughtfully before admitting, "Uhm. I...guess not?"
Bakura was interrupted mid-sentence by the howling of the cappuccino machine. He could do nothing but watch as it sputtered chewed up beans, boiling brown liquid, and suds -- suds?!? -- all over the countertop. However, It looked as if this was only the beginning of what that seemingly possessed piece of technology would do.
"Don't just stand there, make yourself useful if you're going to insist on staying!" he ordered.
Rabi had forgotten how strong his buddy can be. In fact, Allen probably had the strongest physical strength out of all of their humble 'group'. The lack of testing out their powers on the AKUMA makes it difficult to keep up. ..And this was from the person whose memory could top off everyone. Not good.
"Hey wait~!" the redhead called out to one of the two new companies. "I'd like.." and he trailed off, staring at the list of meals and drinks. A brow lofted from its place as a whole bunch of a question marks shrouded his mind. With a half grin, he continued, "..the best thing you have here! ♥" Rabi stood straight, satisfied of his order. "Oh, are you hiring too? I think the Beansprout needs a job."
"I do not own this place!" Bakura snapped at the shop's newest visitor. "Make your own fucking cup of coffee!"
Bakura searched the counters for a rag or a roll of paper towels so that he could clean up the growing mess that the machine kept on sputtering out. Wait...
"On second thought, yes, this shop is mine, and yes, I'm hiring. Right now, as a matter of fact. And you two are my first employees. Now, clean this mess up."
Allen immediately blanched and felt his eyes go wide. His jaw opened and closed a few times before he finally shut it and edged around the technologically challenged boy (not that he was any better, actually) to look for a mop, grabbing Rabi's arm as he did so. On his way, he paused and blinked at the back of Bakura's head.
"Uh..." he began uncertainly, clearing his throat and slowly lifting a finger to point at the back of his head. "Y-You...have some coffee in your hair."
Rabi remained steadfast on the counter, leaning down as his two elbows supported his upper body--chin nestled at the center of his palm as he watched the others try to clean up their own mess. Hell, Rabi didn't ask for it! "Oh, fine haired owner! I only asked for the Brit to be hired, so hurry up and clean up the mess so I can get my drink! ♥! We don't have all day~~."
"Tell him then, not me! He's the slave janitor around here, not me," Bakura scoffed. To Allen, he raised an eyebrow.
"Coffee in my hair? Quit stalling and get to work, otherwise you won't be getting paid."
Nevertheless, while the others weren't looking, he slid a hand behind his head to check if the boy actually was right. The skin of his palm met with the warm dampness that had somehow seemed to saturate his hair. Angrily, he darted to the nearest reflective surface he saw and attempted to get a glance at his back hairs. He fisted the longest of his tassled white locks, brought the bunch to eye level and stared.
Shooting Rabi a slightly less than dirty look, Allen peered around the counter to look for cleaning supplies. He spotted a mop conveniently propped up against the wall near the sink and slowly made his way towards it. He couldn't, however, keep his widened eyes off Bakura's new patch of brown hair.
"It works like hair dye," he commented to himself in awe as he grabbed the mop.
He was quuuite familiar with that look, where Allen's expression would literally go, 'WHAT THE HELL, RABI?' Rabi knew Allen way too well, and was therefore immune to the look. In fact, he only stood there, humming as the workers struggled to clean things up.
For a moment, he stared at the strands of hair that were tainted with brown (and inside, he laughed); Rabi snickered, "y'know, Yuuchan's an expert when it comes to hair care," he suggested. "Maybe you should try SOAP! That's what Yuu uses!"
Wide-eyed, he pointed a white-gloved hand at the back of the man's head and declared loudly, "You have white hair too!"
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Bakura stared blankly at the boy in front of him, wondering both where the hell he sprang out of and what the hell Olette just said.
"Congratulations. You aren't colorblind," he grumbled before returning to his task of dumping ingredients into the...cappuccino maker, it read. He moved to the shelves behind him, picking up random bottles and studying their labels. Vanilla? Edible. Cinnamon? Could help. Clorox? What in the name of Ra was that doing here. Hell, what was Clorox?
Gathering bottles in his arms, he turned back to the counter only to find that the boy was still there.
"Did you want something?"
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Bakura was interrupted mid-sentence by the howling of the cappuccino machine. He could do nothing but watch as it sputtered chewed up beans, boiling brown liquid, and suds -- suds?!? -- all over the countertop. However, It looked as if this was only the beginning of what that seemingly possessed piece of technology would do.
"Don't just stand there, make yourself useful if you're going to insist on staying!" he ordered.
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"Hey wait~!" the redhead called out to one of the two new companies. "I'd like.." and he trailed off, staring at the list of meals and drinks. A brow lofted from its place as a whole bunch of a question marks shrouded his mind. With a half grin, he continued, "..the best thing you have here! ♥" Rabi stood straight, satisfied of his order. "Oh, are you hiring too? I think the Beansprout needs a job."
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Bakura searched the counters for a rag or a roll of paper towels so that he could clean up the growing mess that the machine kept on sputtering out. Wait...
"On second thought, yes, this shop is mine, and yes, I'm hiring. Right now, as a matter of fact. And you two are my first employees. Now, clean this mess up."
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"Uh..." he began uncertainly, clearing his throat and slowly lifting a finger to point at the back of his head. "Y-You...have some coffee in your hair."
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"Coffee in my hair? Quit stalling and get to work, otherwise you won't be getting paid."
Nevertheless, while the others weren't looking, he slid a hand behind his head to check if the boy actually was right. The skin of his palm met with the warm dampness that had somehow seemed to saturate his hair. Angrily, he darted to the nearest reflective surface he saw and attempted to get a glance at his back hairs. He fisted the longest of his tassled white locks, brought the bunch to eye level and stared.
"How the hell...?!?"
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"It works like hair dye," he commented to himself in awe as he grabbed the mop.
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For a moment, he stared at the strands of hair that were tainted with brown (and inside, he laughed); Rabi snickered, "y'know, Yuuchan's an expert when it comes to hair care," he suggested. "Maybe you should try SOAP! That's what Yuu uses!"
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