(Wind Breaker) The Green Rose's Thorns

Part 26

Nirei (8:56 AM): Aoi still never said what his morning routine is..

Sakura (9:13 AM): Why are you still worried about that?

Kiryu (9:32 AM): you aren't curious at all?

Suo (9:24 AM): He tried meditating once, but fell asleep

Kiryu (9:25 AM): :o you two sure spend a lotta time together

Suo sent a sticker: :sweatsmile:

Nirei (9:47 AM): He fell asleep? What time does he usually get up actually. He's always half asleep when he gets to class

Suo (9:55 AM): Yeah! It was like when a cat falls asleep on your lap and you just get kinda stuck there lol

Sakura (10:14 AM): What kind of meditating would have him anywhere near your lap?

Nirei (10:15 AM): Sakura..

Suo sent a sticker: :shushingwink:

Nirei (10:16 AM): Suo?!

Sakura (10:18 AM): Seriously, what?

Kiryu (10:21 AM): we are still talking about meditating right? not something else? o.O

Suo sent a sticker: :halosun:

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Aoi (11:47 PM): Suo wtf

Kiryu (11:53 PM): so you found your phone?

Suo (11:55 PM): Aren't you at work?

Nirei (11:56 PM): this late?!

Sakura (11:56 PM): The cafe's open that late?

Aoi (11:58 PM): no you idiot. 2nd job

Nirei (12:01 AM): wait, you have two jobs? Where's the second? What's even open this late?

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Kiryu (12:22 AM): looks like he's ignoring us lmao

Suo (12:23 AM): sorry Nirei, it's a secret ;P

Aoi (12:24 AM): you don't know either shithead

Aoi sent a sticker: :chokehold:

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"Hey, get off your phone. We're slammed."

Aoi sighed, tucking his phone under the bar counter and resetting his face. He smiled sweetly at the customers coming in, waving to the ones who were stumbling out the door. Tsubaki took the seat that just cleared out and grinned at his friend across the counter. Aoi shot him a dirty look as he removed the glasses there and slid a nonalcoholic version of one of the establishment's nightly drinks over.

"So, who's message was so urgent?," Tsubaki took a shot at Aoi, one of so many that he had leveled his way.

"Hey, Qing! Table three's been waiting for a while!," an older man interrupted their little stand off with a shout.

"Right. Here's their order," Tsubaki slid a paper across the wooden surface. Qing picked it up, struggling with some of the scrawled writing in the colored lighting. He turned around and set to work preparing the drinks, trying not to think about Tsubaki's teasing as he carefully loaded the drinks onto a tray and took them over to the table.

"Finally," one of the men there was a new face. A new, very impatient and unruly face. He snatched at his drink, chugging it down in one go.

"Satou, c'mon man. Sorry," an older man at the table apologized to Qing with a slight nod of his head. Qing just smiled back and lowered his head in the same way before spinning on his heels and sliding back behind the bar.