Here's some food for you lovely simps out there.
I'm not too far into the game yet, but I wanted to do some oneshots anyways so here I am! I hope you all enjoy!
Also feel free to leave requests! I have a list of the characters I'm willing to write o...
Notes before reading: ~ THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THIS ONESHOT... PLEASE GO READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS ONESHOT AND THE NOTES BEFORE READING THERE UNTIL YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS ONE ~ ~ I'd also like to quickly clear up the reason why the quote and the banner haven't changed since the last part and why the quote in the first part doesn't even appear there... it's actually because of the sole reason of me being possibly the laziest and most forgetful person on the planet ~
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Waiting for someone had never felt so...agitating, to say the least.
Scaramouche growled to himself as he crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his foot. He was currently waiting at a table in Wanmin Restaurant for the unknown user he had recently started talking with.
The waiter eagerly passed by his table frequently, asking repeatedly if he was ready to order yet. In response, Scaramouche replied "no, go away." Eventually though, it got to the point where Scaramouche was so annoyed that he just flipped him off. It took a good ten or so minutes before a new waiter came to his table, asking him if he'd want anything to eat or drink.
Eventually, he got worried. He decided to text (U/N) just to make sure that they hadn't gotten into any trouble.
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TheBalladeer: You're late. Thirty minutes late.
(U/N): I know, sorry. I'm not good with time management. I'm walking over now I swear. I'm almost there.
TheBalladeer: Well hurry, okay? I'm at table four.
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With a sigh, Scaramouche then turned off his phone and set it on the table. He would just have to wait.
A few minutes later, the most shocking and aggravating thing that could happen happened; you walked in. "Shit," Scaramouche muttered to himself before trying to hide his face in his arms on the table. But somehow, you seemed to walk right over to him, not even hesitating once. It was as if you knew he was going to be there, and he was even more annoyed at that.
You stopped at his table and asked, "w-wait... Scara? What are you doing here?" You then tried to sit down across from him, but he put his foot up on the chair.
