Summary: Mk and Red son go on a date but something goes wrong...
(This is a single father au that I thought up at like 3:00 am so yeah. Enjoy! :))
Mk and Red son walk into the restaurant hand in hand
Mk: It's so nice to finally get out and eat without the kids for once.
Red son: Agreed.
They walk to the front so they could get a table.
Waiter: Hello. May I help you and your...friend.
Mk: Oh um, boyfriend actually.
The waiter paused for a second. He had an unpleasant look on his face. He looked like he had eaten something very rotten or sour.
Waiter: Um, do you have a reservation?
Mk: Um, n-no I've never needed one here before...
Waiter: W-Well, we are completely full so we cannot serve you.
Mk looked down at the ground looking a bit disappointed.
Mk: Oh...
Red son however, knew the waiter was lying because he saw tables that were tables that were empty for them to sit at.
Red son: Then...why do I see four empty tables right there?
Waiter: T-Those are reserved.
Red son: For who?
Waiter: Other people.
Red son: Huh, that funny because I don't see any other people here.
Waiter: They're running late I guess.
Red son: All of them?
Waiter:..Yes.
Red son: Hm. Let me ask you this...looks down at his name tag Todd. Do you like your fingers?
Mk: whispers Oh no...
Waiter: I don't understand the question.
Red son: Let me rephrase that. Do you like your fingers being attached to the rest of your body?
Waiter: Are you saying that you will cut off my fingers?
Red son: I did not say that. Did I say that Mk?
Mk: Nope, he didn't.
Red son: But now that we have that all sorted, you can sit us at on of those four tables which we both know nobody is coming to sit in tonight. And you can your pretty little fingers so you can take them home to your extremely unsatisfied wife and actually put them to use for once. Deal?
The waiter looked extremely surprised and offended and Mk stood there also quite surprised.
Waiter:...R-Right this way.
Red son: That's what I thought.
The end :)
I'm kinda thinking of making this au into a full book series.
