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"thank you for your patience, you two! here are your caramel apple-nut waffles." a waiter leaves a highly appetizing plate of—surely—absolute goodness.
"wowwww! i've been dying to try this ever since my friend got it!" [y/n]'s eyes lit up in satisfaction, impressed. "they look sooo good...where should i start, scarapoop?! i mean, the middle looks really tasty, but i don't wanna ruin its look! oh, speaking of which—lemme take a pic!"
this so-called "scarapoop" watched her giggle and take multiple photos of the dessert in different angles. '...did she just call me scarapoop? what..the hell. oh god, why did i agree to this? wait, i didn't!'
with the final photo, the [h/c]-headed violinist smiled contently. "alright, that's all. time to dig in!"
"uhm," scaramouche tried to start a conversation, "is photography a hobby of yours?"
"nah, i just really like desserts. especially ones with such a look that heals your eyes!" she explained, picking up her fork and stabbing it into the pancake. cutting it and achieving a piece in her mouth, she hummed. "mmmmmh! mmh-mmh-mmmh!"
[y/n] started rocking side to side, utterly amazed by the dish. the boy filling in for her boyfriend rested his cheek in the palm of his hand and smiled almost as admiringly as her real boyfriend would. 'when the violin is in her hands, she's so graceful...otherwise, she's any girl she wants to be.' suddenly, the two cocked their heads to the sound of a piano, being played by two kids.
"woah!" the pair of [e/c]-eyes widened, "i thought it was just for looks, but it turns out it actually works! and their playing "twinkle, twinkle, little star"—the piano must be so happy. what a happy little piano. a silly little happy pian—"
"actually, that piano is mad as hell. just look at the flowerpot on top—water damage." this killjoy interrupted. and with that, [y/n] gasped. "oh, you fucking pessimist..."
at the current moment, she threw away her childish, happy-go-lucky personality and brought back the threatening and angry one. feeling sort of pissed at his unenthusiastic words, she hopped over to the girls playing the piano. "ah, one of the mozart versions!"
