Sweeter than candy on a stick, huckleberry, cherry or lime...
WHO: The Employees of the White Bun Cafe, and those seeking employment!
WHAT: Interviews!
WHERE: The White Bun Cafe
WHEN: First of the Month
NOTE: This is an open/quick log, start a new thread with your interviewee, and choose the style you like, quicklog or prose!
It had all happened rather quickly. A little cafe once bustling with employees was suddenly empty, and most of its workers gone. Among them had been Neil, who Kobato had taken as a father. His absence made her ache, but she knew that it was for the best that she keep moving. She kept the White Bun Cafe as much to Yuuko's original intent as possible, though she had popped pink and yellow flowers in the vases.
Rukia was a fascinating person to Kobato- she was her antithesis, really. Calm, well-trained, and intelligent. Occasionally Kobato would try to mimic her steps when she walked.
Today they were both interviewing new employees. It was a bit, she thought, like interviewing new for new friends, and members of the family. Kobato smoothed her dress and adjusted her hat, still wearing a pinch of black out of respect for her parents, but also frothy, sweet pink, because she couldn't keep bright colors off her body very long. Placing a heavy seashell in front of the door kept it open.
WHAT: Interviews!
WHERE: The White Bun Cafe
WHEN: First of the Month
NOTE: This is an open/quick log, start a new thread with your interviewee, and choose the style you like, quicklog or prose!
It had all happened rather quickly. A little cafe once bustling with employees was suddenly empty, and most of its workers gone. Among them had been Neil, who Kobato had taken as a father. His absence made her ache, but she knew that it was for the best that she keep moving. She kept the White Bun Cafe as much to Yuuko's original intent as possible, though she had popped pink and yellow flowers in the vases.
Rukia was a fascinating person to Kobato- she was her antithesis, really. Calm, well-trained, and intelligent. Occasionally Kobato would try to mimic her steps when she walked.
Today they were both interviewing new employees. It was a bit, she thought, like interviewing new for new friends, and members of the family. Kobato smoothed her dress and adjusted her hat, still wearing a pinch of black out of respect for her parents, but also frothy, sweet pink, because she couldn't keep bright colors off her body very long. Placing a heavy seashell in front of the door kept it open.