Y/n, the doorman, scans over the window to find anybody in need of their ID checked. Their jaw dropped when they saw Francis standing in front of them.
"Milk delivery." His gruff voice spoke.
"Y-You're not Francis!" Y/n clutched the desk, hand hovering over the red button.
"What makes you say that?!" Francis smacked a hand on the glass in anger.
A confused head pops it's way out from under Y/n's desk, it's... FRANCIS?! All three of them look back at eachother in shock. After seconds of silence, Y/n finally speaks up.
"Soooooo, three-way?"
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Save a Cow, Milk the Milkman
FanfictionThis milkman is stuck in my brain, here's oneshots about him. Finished.
