(Third and possibly final part of this mini series.
I think I am obsessed with making mini serieses.
Serieses? Serii? Just series?
Idk.
Inspired by _Oatmeal___837 's prompt.
Fluff
Tw: cussing, yelling
That's it
Ships: Moceit (main), Royality (ex), Analogical (side)
Enjoy!)
"Hey Pat?" Logan said, typing on his laptop. Patton was making breakfast, pancakes.with jam, obviously Crofters. Logan only had that jam in the house. Virgil was at the counter, munching a pancake that Pat had made. Logan was writing emails on his laptop, recently being accepted for a new job.
"Yeah, Logie?"
"Look at this ad." Logan turned his laptop to face the 'Dynamic Duo', displaying a brightly-colored 'Help Wanted' advert for a café.
"Ooh, PopStar, seems like they need some more workers. Maybe you can apply?"
"I mean, why not give it a chance, right?"
"That's the spirit!"
"Time to get a new job!"
*****
"Okay, you can do this," Patton encouraged himself as he stood outside 'Café De Ceit'. Strange name. Must be foreign. Kinda sounds Italian.
Which would make sense, because the café was an Italian café.
Patton walked in, the door hitting the bell hanging above it, alerting the waiter at the counter.
"Hello, what can I get you?" said the not-very-enthusiastic waiter. He had hetrochromia, right eye brown, the left a bright, floral green. His face was slightly tan, with light skin patches dappling the left side of his handsome face. His left wrist bore a silver charm bracelet, with lots of little charms, the most prominent ones a yellow snake, a black-and-yellow bowler hat and a morningstar.
"What, never seen someone with vitiligo and hetrochromia before?" The man asked with a slightly snappy Italian-American accent.
"No."
"So?" He asked impatiently
"You look so cool." Patton said, starstruck. He just saw the guy and immediately fell in love with him.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts.
The man was taken aback. "Oh, uh, thanks, I guess. So, why are you here? At 5 in the morning?" His tone had noticeably softened, more amused now.
"Oh, uh, I'm here for the job."
"Well, what's your name."
"Patton Cook(ie)."
"Well, Patton Cook, I am Janus de Ceit."
"Oh, do you run this place?"
"Nah, my brother does. Beware of him, he's a bitch." He waved his hands around in a spooky manner, which made Patton chuckle.
"So, the aprons are in the back, so are the nametags, so put them and get here, double-quick. 'Kay?" He clicked his tongue and winked.
"You're not going to interview me?"
"Nah, you seem nice enough. Welcome to the team, Pat."
The truth was, Janus' brother just wanted more employees, so he told Janus to just randomly employ people who wanted to join.
But still, there was something that drew Janus in. He couldn't tell if it was the over-enthusiam that covered obvious pain of the guy or the fact that he was extremely cute, personality and appearance. His sandy, messy hair complemented his bright blue eyes and pale skin with a few freckles. His face was drawn up in a smile, but his eyes looked sad, but also happy.
Relieved, almost.
And Janus knew how it felt to be trapped, and finally get freedom, with a little help from Remus, of course. And he knew the pain that your heart feels you break up, but the pain heals.
At some point.
"But it will heal." Janus said, hugging Patton, who broke down during a shift when he saw Roman walk into the café.
"Hah. Liar." Patton chuckled through the tears.
"Not this time." Janus said solemnly. He kissed Patton on the head, and helped him up.
"Now, we've got people to serve, and tables to clean, so put on your apron and nametag, and get to the counter, double-quick, 'kay?" He clicked his tongue and winked.
"What, not gonna interview me?" Patton joked. Janus smirked.
"C'mon, let's go."
(Whoo! I'M DONE WITH THIS MINI SERIES PATTIES!
:)
THANK YOU _Oatmeal___837 FOR THE PROMPT!
I enjoyed that one.
Well, have a good day, my patties!)
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