Sanscest One Shots || OLD and MOVED

~ Fell!Poth ~

Forgive me, I know almost nothing about these guys xD Requested by @CromaTheSkeleton 
Prompt: They work at Starbucks
(A/n: Rurik is Fell!Pallet's name I think. It might switch to pallet accidentally though.)

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"Hello, welcome to Starbucks." Goth awkwardly greeted, his expression was less than amused. Rurik pulled up a poster saying "help wanted."

"Let me work here." Rurik pretty much demanded. "I've got a bit of experience, and I need the extra money."

Goth took a deep sigh. "Alright, You're hired. My coworker or I will still have to train you." Goth muttered, trying to hide the fact that he was being a bit of a pushover.

Rurik nodded, and as if on cue, his coworker Papercut came out of the back. Walking over to the counter, he smirked at Rurik.

"Hm, I've worked with the fresh bones before." Papercut commented. "He does know a thing or two about making things."

Goth went back to the register and sighed. "Go make him memorize the recipes or something since you two actually know each other."

"Boss." Papercut growled. "That's your job. I can do the register." Papercut and Goth had a good relationship, albeit a bit of a toxic one, so he sighed and motioned for Rurik to go into the back.

Rurik looked around, getting familiar with the place. But there was something suspicious about the two. They weren't giving him a hard time, maybe even being nice.

"Listen, hold up," Rurik asked. "Why the hell aren't you giving me a hard time?" Goth raised a brow at him, clearly confused.

"Because I don't like giving people a hard time?" Goth said, but it sounded more like a question. "Anyway, there's the list of drinks, since that's pretty much the only thing anyone gets.

Rurik sat on a chair, boringly looking over the List of drinks. They didn't have too many, maybe 20-25 of them.

Still, Rurik got bored. He got so many ideas, he just had to carry out one of them on the pushover "Boss." Papercut already knew him, so it wouldn't work with him.

"Hey Gothy~" Rurik called. Goth popped out with several different training manuals. Putting the sheets of paper on a table, he walked over to Rurik.

"Finished or something?" Goth grumbled. Rurik chuckled, and grabbed Goth's chin, pulling him close and giving him a flirtatious kiss on the cheek.

"Yep, what's next?" Rurik asked. Goth's face was covered with a deep purple blush, but it soon went away. "This guy's tough, or not even gay." Rurik thought.

"Well, uh," Goth stumbled over his words, then suddenly remembered something. "Step into the interviewing room with your résumé. I'll be there shortly."

"Alrighty." Rurik complied, but not without looking back to look at Goth again, to get a good look at him.

Goth was pretty short, shorter than him at least. He was relatively nice, but kind of a pushover. he had this adorable purple blush, and cute, round eyes-

"What the fuck?" Rurik asked himself. He looked at his résumé, and apparently, SOMEONE thought it would be funny to write "Sucking dick" in the hobby section. He quickly erased that.