It had only been a cold winters day, morning before christmas. God was pulling her strings to send a few angels down from the lovely sky above, as well as making sure that demons were unexpectedly pulled out of their offices underground. It is a holiday of gathering after all, why not make the most of it?
Well, here our story starts in an ice cream parlour in the middle of the infamous Japanese city of Tokyo, known for its creamy and fully natural ingredients. It sold Mochi and fried cones- anything goes in the lovely place. The interior was similar to that of a fifties styled restaurant, one that you'd find in the Americas of course. The only differences were the ice cream tub filled bars and the glass cases and fridges filled with various items made with the creams.
The owner was someone who looked to be in their mid twenties, jawline sharp ans face perfectly crafted, eyes holding the familiar look of that of the people in the area to blend in. It was also a choice he liked to make, this was his vessel after all. Though despite his good completio, he held an even better soul. He had only been drawn from heaven due to his ability to think for himself and creative mind. Oh, how his mind wandered.
That being said, he was currently in the back early in the morning to churn and juice fruits, mixing the fruits juices together to make things topical. His personal favorite that he had made had been the starfruit-watermelon boba cream. It had only been made during a brief breakdown over his fall, though he didn't regret it. It sold incredibly well on busy days, and some days he'd have to refill it plenty of times throughout the day.
His arms ached and he made sure to let them slump, dragging himself to the front to flip the sign to open, and thus, the day for him had finally began.
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Fan Service for Myself
FantasyTwo men- an angel and a demon- have met by pure mistake. Their relationship quickly grew.... Read on as their story continues.
