A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "Panting and panting, are you running? Running to open the door, the forbidden. My naughty princess, thank you for coming. And now the last one, and now whose turn?"
* Octavinelle Dorm - Mostro Lounge
Before opening...
"So, uh... What should we have this guy DO, anyway?" Floyd asked lazily, leaning over the counter. "We can't have it take over the cookin'. It'd have to memorize recipes for that."
The Floyd tsum gave a little shrug, unbothered.
"I'm still a tad worried about its penchant for indiscriminate squeezing, but it might make a passable waiter," Azul mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "It's charming enough."
Jade smiled in agreement.
"Oh, hey. It's good at squeezin' stuff, right?" Floyd's eyes lit up with mischief. "What if we gave it a grapefruit? Think it could make us some fresh-squeezed juice?"
Without waiting for approval, Floyd sauntered behind the bar and plucked a ripe grapefruit from a crate.
"Here." Floyd gave the fruit to his tsum.
The tsum hopped up, grabbed the fruit in its tiny body, and—squeezed.
"The tsum's wrapped itself around the grapefruit, and it's squeezing the juice out!" Azul and Jade said at the same time, staring in surprise.
"Dude, it's like turnin' on a faucet! Who needs a juicer with this guy around?" Floyd laughed, leaning on the counter to watch. "And the tsum's havin' a blast too. It's just goin' from one grapefruit to the next."
The tsum happily hopped from one grapefruit to the next, squeezing them with impressive strength.
"These grapefruits are expensive, but considering the time and labor this will save, I'll write this off as a training cost." Azul sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Just do that when we're open for business, if you would."
"Sure thing." Floyd grinned, clearly entertained.
The tsum bounced excitedly, squeaking in response.
*
By the time the Mostro Lounge opened, the Floyd tsum was supposed to be ready for its "job" as the official fruit-squeezer.
"Hey, table seven's put in an order for some fresh-squeezed juice." loyd grinned, nudging his tsum with a finger. "C'mon, this is your debut. Show these people the grapefruit squeeze you did earlier."
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