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Girls of the Cafe - (Vocaloid Fanfiction)Ruko: Not Your Average GalGirls of the Cafe - (Vocaloid Fanfiction) by Johnclaw-Dragonhelm
As the rest of the crew went about their business, a set of a red and a blue eye watched them carefully. The eyes scanned for gestures of the hand or wrist, ready to react if such a thing was spotted. Her arms crossed tightly, she reserved herself to her corner table. She chose this one in particular one because it was out of the way. Last thing she needed was some guy hitting on her. Besides, she tended to scare people away, so she didn’t want to be too visible, even if Momo had assured her she would be fine anywhere. She knew the kind girl just didn’t want to upset her. She really could use a bit more guts that one…
Ruko snapped to attention as she heard the door ring, sitting up, causing a couple people nearby to jump in reaction. Her reputation preceded her, so when people saw Ruko get up, they got down. Leaning into the aisle for a better view, she smiled as she saw who it was.
Holding the door open, Kiyoteru’s gaze was directed d
Girls of the Cafe - (Vocaloid Fanfiction)“Have a good day!” Teto yelled after Kiku as she reached her car. Kiku gave a small wave as she threw her bag into the back seat, hearing the slight clang of metal with a tinge of guilt. She really shouldn’t have been carrying her cleavers everywhere.Girls of the Cafe - (Vocaloid Fanfiction) by Johnclaw-Dragonhelm
“Cya Teto!” she returned, trying to bolster her confidence. Kiku quickly focused her effort on starting up her car. After all, she had places to be and things to do. Her job didn’t stop after she left the cafe. She’d argue it started.
Kiku shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought. She kept telling herself she needed to stop thinking like that. Her psychiatrist kept telling her too. No one at the cafe said anything, other than Momo occasionally asking how Kiku was holding up.
Taking a deep breath, Kiku realized how tight of a grip she had on the wheel, as if she had been trying to choke it. Kiku shakily eased her grip as she pulled up to the house of the Martells. It was a slightly upper-middl