The Doll CafeThe dining room was normal, relatively. There were ten round tables around the room, a bar and stools along the left wall, and outside a lovely patio with more tables. The cafe had an old time saloon kind of feeling, with a balcony that ran across the interior of the dinner area. Whitney could see a number of doors heading into rooms up there, but had no idea what may be behind them.More Like This
She almost stumbled on the ballerina doll as she stopped by a nearby table, close to the center of the room and right next to a pedestal with another doll on it. She seemed to be made from a soft, light wood, and her brown haircut pixie short.
The doll was a marionette, her arms and legs dangling from a handle two feet above her head and held up by a colorful wooden stand. Her clothes, too, were bright and playful, consisting of short green shorts and an unbuttoned green shirt, both with pink trim and fake pink buttons. Her whole costume was that of a slightly more feminine lederhosen. She had knee high mu
The Cat's Bell...or NotIt was Mitsuki's first day at William's, her boyfriend's, favorite Cat Cafe. Ever since she heard it was his favorite place, she wanted to work there. She was glad that, even though it turned out that the cat in cat cafe does not mean cat girls, she was allowed to dress up as a catgirl maid. She was completely prepared: a pink maid dress with a black cat tail, a matching pink maid headband with black cat ears, long socks that ended in frills and had pink ribbons, and pink maid shoes. But last and not least, she had a strange, golden, large cat bell that fell out of William's backpack the other day. She really didn't know what he was doing with a cat bell, but she thought it was a sign of good luck. She looked at her watch. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'll be late!" she shouted. She put on her costume and ran out the door.More Like This
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Pollux, also known to some locals as “the man-in-black”, “black-robed angel”, “creepy mugger”, etc... looked out the window of the small principals office of the rowdy Manhattan high school, counting the number of ticks coming from the nearby clock. Several months had passed since he'd begun to rectify the disturbances in the realms he was entrusted to protect. The snow was gone, and the frequency of rain in the small corner of the world he now stood in was beginning to lessen. Summer was right around the corner, the sun teasing his bare hands as he gazed onto the streets of the aging metropolis that was New York City.
The door to the office clicked open. Pollux knew who it was, so he didn't turn around.
“You're late, Mr. Washington. Have a seat.”
Jayden Alan Washington was a black teenager of about seventeen late-winters.