WARNING!!! THERE IS SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!
I got many story ideas, not many can make it to paper. But since I started writing aside from illustrating, I thought I might take a moment once in a while to write something.
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Thursday, the end of our lunch rush…
I had asked Clementine to help behind the counter with the cash register all day. She's surprisingly excellent at customer service. Despite her… condition. She's been acting like this every day. That's all it is to her, isn't it? Acting. Pretending to be someone else. Does she ever wonder what it's like to be genuinely happy or sad?
There he is in the tan trench coat and matching fedora, watching Clementine from the corner of his eye. Reginald.
I've been cleaning tables today and approached our special guest. "Good afternoon. How are you enjoying your order?" He had one last bite of an English muffin breakfast sandwich and a double-shot mocha latté.
"Splendid! May I ask where the restroom is?" Said my old boss.
"Right this way." I led him to the men's toiletries and made sure the stalls were empty before locking the door.
"You were right."
I turned to him. Reginald appears to be at a loss.
He took off his hat and fixed his hair, holding back a tear. "She truly is my daughter."
"How do you know?"
"She looks just like her mother. Why didn't she reach out to me? I could've sent her money at least. Be a part of her life even! Why?" I've never seen this side of the ex-chief. Hurt and uncertain. I'm not quite sure how to help.
"I don't know." Averting my gaze.
Reginald took a deep breath and sighed, "Probably because of my involvement with the Toppats and she wanted to keep her away from that life. Look what good that did." He began to compose himself. "So… You've spent some time with her. What is she like?"
"She's… odd. Her knowledge of weapons and martial arts for a 13-year-old is worrisome. Then again, she told me about her diagnosis of being a psychopath so I'm not sure what to make of it. She plays nicely at least." I had to tell him. His daughter is dangerous.
