[Incomplete]

[cardmagic]

Who: Sakura and the workers of Watanuki's Cafe.
When: This morning.
Where: The Cafe of course.
Rating: PG - PG-13 I'd say.
Warnings: Uh, lots of confusion probably.
Summary: Watanuki is now itty!Watanuki and as such doesn't remember he owns the cafe (or how to cook apparantly >>) so Sakura steps in to take care of things until he returns to normal. This

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[unforgivencurse]

"Well, I was a waiter, but I have no problem taking over anything else that needs to be done at the moment." He looked around curiously, wondering if he were the eldest there at a natural seventeen. It was...odd seeing so many people he worked with at such young ages.

And considering he was taking care of five of them at home it just gave him a slightly bigger headache.

"Can anyone else here cook? So that when people come into the cafe we can place their orders?" he wanted to know, rubbing gently at the back of his head.

[bentorequests]

He blinked, a hand merely lifting from his pocket to open the door to the cafe. A almost blank expression on his face as he merely looked around, noticing a few of the faces that had replied, he silently concluded this must be the correct location.

Closing the door silently, he merely took a seat to the back of the cafe eyes watching the majority of the group, awaiting his instructions on what to do.

[supraiz_ghosts]

Watanuki listened to what Sakura said, but it didn't make too use sense to him. He didn't know much about business stuff, after all. So he just continued to hide in the back, watching the people as they talked about what to do with the cafe.

He noticed Makube sit down by him, and he tried to smile a little at the boy, but he was still spooked. He didn't like being around a lot of people, specially people he didn't know well.

[virtualunknown]

Persistent as always, Makube patted Watanuki's hand. "You'll be okay," he whispered. "We all wanna help you, you know!"

D:

[ranshinvan]

Syaoran’s steps came to pass, right in front of the frame of the door more over, entrance. Voices behind wood, muffled. He pushed the door opened with a creak - a peer on inside, pausing before stepping in fully, one hand on the handle the other kept into the fold of his jacket‘s pocket, “Oi.” Everyone was here now or the start of everyone? His eyes had trailed from the left to his right, a couple blinks, that straight-laced guy over in the corner, that one kid with the… animal atop his shoulder. A mere second or so passed…before brown caught two others or of some partial view. Then those two..

Sakura’s voice, his attention rightfully diverted elsewhere, right to the source. Or to say the older Sakura, was going to take some getting used to for the time until she was back to normal. Brown eyes laid on on the girl, he remained silent for that brief while, Sakura welcoming all - the door clicked shut at his back. The light only came from lamps - the setting of light soft for the cafe' almost calming in a sense.