Today is the day. The day of The Big Plan. I peered around the corner of the back of the cafe where i stood. I caught a glimpse of my beloved pancake digging into an ambitious plate of many bagels, all pleading and screaming for their lives, as they should. Alright, phase one of The Big Plan is all set to begin. I strutted into the cafe, letting the door swing behind me, slamming some poor old sap in the face of course. Across the room, i fixed my eyes on that sexy pancake in the corner. Puffing out my chest, i strode over to him, slamming my hand down on his table. Yeah, I knew what he liked. Startled, his wide eyes found mine and widened still further as his face reddened deeply. A brave bagel took this as his time to escape off my pancake's plate.
"You mind if i sit here?" I said, putting on my deepest, most Mario-esque voice.
He opened his mouth several times, searching for a reply.
"G-go for it," he stuttered, looking down at the grimy floors, flushing furiously. Short and sweet. I liked that. I lowered myself down across from him, nearly hitting my head on the lamp stationed above the table for two.
And we talked. Talked for a long while. We talked and laughed and cried until it was getting dark and the cafe staff were screaming at us to get the fuck out for some reason. So we did.
Phase two of The Big Plan was in motion. I had so kindly asked the weather gods to send rain our way at this time the day before, and so it had happened. And of course neither of us brought an umbrella.
"Hey, uh, why don't we just run to my house, and we can clean up there?" Said pancake, ocean eyes staring up at me. And my pecs.
"Bit of course," I said
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Waffle x pancake
RomanceWaffle and pancakes as humans that find and date each other This is written by two people we each write for one of the characters
