Dark and broody were the only two words to describe the day it was, the sky was a colourless grey and rain poured, covering the town in a layer of wetness.
Ccinos cafe had been open since 6am this morning. For only one person owning and running the cafe, it was the best in town. The coffee was the best around (in that AU anyway) so were the cookies and cake. He was clearly passionate about coffee, he put his best into each cup, perfecting each order, but alas, the town he lived in wasn't very populated, so his small business didn't make much. He got tipped often but only about 7 people would walk in each day. That was a pretty small number but it made him enough money to pay rent for the building, yes, he rented the cafe. It was an abandoned cafe before he fixed it up and made it his own. It was difficult to purchase ingredients every day to bake, somedays he wouldn't be able to. He had nowhere else to go, he was just stuck in this shitty town of Snowdin.
His land owner was constantly bugging him about how he was late giving him the money, it wasn't his fault, he needed extra time. He didn't make much, he didn't really eat, if he did he wouldn't be able to pay rent. It was a cruel cycle.
Ccino sat at the inside of the counter, sipping at a latte he had made. He had his head rested upon his hand, letting out a strained sigh. He didn't get many hours of sleep that night.
His cat Sansy hopped up onto the counter beside him and looked at him, tilting his head.
Ccino giggled at this cute action and reached out to stroke his soft fur, stroking his head softly he could hear the quiet purrs emit from him as he leaned into the skeletons touch.
"Heya buddy"
Sansy let out a little mewl and sat.
*ching, ching*
Ccino looked over at the door to see a customer, a warm grin spread across his face and he stood up, brushing off his apron swiftly. The woman approached and sat at the counter.
"Hello there, welcome to The Cat Cafe, what can i get you?"
The woman looked up at him and smiled, liking how welcoming he was.
"Hi, Can i get an iced latte with soy milk please?"
"Of course, right away"
He said, walking into the back area to get the stuff.
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Grumbling softly the dark god rubbed his singular eyesocket and trudged down the staircase, stomping down each step. He was wearing nothing but a silk robe, slippers and pants, his goopy chest exposed. He looked around, his vision a little blurry from waking up, he didn't see anyone in the kitchen.
"Must be on a mission.."
He whispered to himself. He walked over to the kettle and decided to make a cup of coffee, the usual kind he made. Dark, no milk, no sugar. He liked the pure taste and bitterness.
Should I continue~?
