Everyone's Gay | Food Fantasy

Chapter 2

6:00 AM
Tuesday, Satan's Coffee House

When Black Tea told Chocolate that Brownie couldn't dust to save his life, she wasn't kidding — and it was an understatement too.

Brownie decided to help him prepare for the usual opening of the shop since the others are still currently asleep. He padded away into the kitchen and flipped the lights open, grabbing the ladder on the way to an abandoned cabinet, having the intention of cleaning whatever's inside it.

The poor butler stood on the mini ladder of some sort, fingers curling around the handle of the cabinet and yanked it open, being met by a mass of cobwebs and dust coating every inch of the wood. Hell, even the minimalistic-designed ceramic bowls in there are dusty.

Brownie reached into the cupboard and pulled the stack of bowls away from the grasps of the darkness, placing it down in the sink to clean later and peeked back into the shroud darkness.

He blew a small amount of breath into the cupboard, which is a bad mistake in his part considering his hate relationship with dust. Obviously, he forgot about his allergy and when the dust flew into his face, he let out a few kitten-like sneezes, not realising his foot misplaced itself from the ladder.

Chocolate is minding his own business, wiping down the tables with a cloth in his hand when he heard a sudden commotion in the kitchen — and quite loud too, like something crashed to the floor.

Shocked, he lets go of the table cloth and shuffled towards the kitchen, where he saw Brownie on the floor, the ladder on top of him and rubbing the back of his head, all the while scrunching his nose and sneezing cutely into his sleeve.

"Brownie!" Chocolate gasped, rushing over to the smaller male and gently hauled him up, grasping the back of his head where an angry bump is slowly forming.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot about my own allergy," Brownie apologised as blue eyes followed the other male's frantic movements on getting an ice pack from the freezer, leaning against a nearby counter.

How they have an ice pack, no one knows.

In a futile attempt to swat the ice pack away multiple times from Chocolate's hands and convincing the taller male that he is fine, he begrudgingly took it and pressed it against the bump behind his head, wincing at the cold feeling.

"You go wipe the tables, I'll handle this." He patted Brownie's shoulder, tone in more of a soft demand as he picked up the fallen ladder and set it to the side, letting it lean against the wall. "It's only been a day since the incident with Aizen. We don't want B-52 worrying, right?"

Brownie's face flushed red at the mention of the machine cocktail. He stammered and tripped over his words as he calmed his pounding heart.

"R— Right. I'll wipe the tables," Brownie muttered softly as he escaped the grasps of Chocolate's arctic eyes piercing into his skull. He chuckled and went straight to washing the bowls.

Coffee, in his half-asleep state and wearing only sweatpants that the other owns, padded down the stairs to swiftly enter the kitchen, where he saw Chocolate washing the dirty bowls in the sink through his slightly blurry eyes.

He absent-mindedly approached the unaware male and wrapped his arms around his midsection, burying his face in his shoulder and inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne from his poncho. "Choco..."

"Ohayōgozaimasu, Coffee." The other chuckled, tearing his eyes away from his current job to glance at the messy blond locks of his lover, pressing a kiss on the crown of his head before going back to his nearly finished work.

The blond male merely hummed, feeling himself dozing off again from the warmth and lingering scent of roses from the brown-haired male's cologne. Damn him for making Coffee go through this mushy-like experience, causing him to become vulnerable around him.

"Why're you up so early?" Coffee muttered, words slurred as he isn't in his right mind to think clearly, still clouded with sleep, causing Chocolate to chuckle and shift in his arms to face him, letting Coffee's head thud back to rest his forehead on his shoulder.

"Well, love, someone has to prepare to open the shop, does it?" Chocolate's lips curled up into a soft smile and snaking his arms around his waist, cooing at the sight of the other male on the verge of passing out in his arms.

"Want to go back to bed? You might get cold from being topless."

He shook his head, weakly tugging on his poncho like he is demanding to borrow the cotton article of clothing for the whole day. Such laziness from someone who's so hardworking, Chocolate thought as he let go of the other male to shrug off the poncho with difficulty, draping it over Coffee's shoulders.

Coffee muttered a thank you in return, going back to snuggling onto the dark-skinned male's warmth, letting out a sigh of contentment as the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat lulled him to sleep.

"Choco—." Brownie accidentally walked in on the their alone time. Realising his mistake, he choked out an apology with his cheeks flaring a hot red while sputtering. "I— uh— I'll go open the shop."

The poor butler shuffled out of the kitchen, once again leaving the duo basking in a comfortable silence, with Coffee in Chocolate's embrace, not letting go even if their minds is screaming at them to do so.

"Chocolate? Milk? Pastel?" A female voice called out as the bells chimed from the glass door opening. The voice is familiar to their ears, even they could tell it from miles and miles away and differentiate it from others. "Ohayōgozaimasu Brownie, where are the others?"

"The others are still sleeping, Master Attendant. Currently, only Chocolate and Coffee is awake."

Coffee, after hearing Brownie mention his name to their loving Master Attendant, completely sobered up and pulled away from Chocolate's hug, feet bringing his body out of the kitchen and up the stairs to escape the prying eyes of their Master Attendant.

"Good morning!" Chocolate beamed with a smile as he sauntered out the kitchen and behind the counter, whipping a rose from his bunch hidden from sight and held it out to Akumu, leaning against the counter. "The day is vibrant, since you're here."

"Don't flatter me too much, Chocolate." Akumu chuckled and gladly took the flower from his hand, the blooming rose being tapped on his hat as a gentle reminder of some sort. "You should remember you saying and I quote, the love of your life, Coffee."

"Don't go around spilling that secret on everyone." The other male laughed, causing her to crack a smile at the light-hearted joke, gently throwing an arm over Brownie's shoulders beside her.

"This stays between you, me, and the other food souls."

"Everyone will be downstairs in about 20 minutes," Coffee, now in his usual attire and the poncho still wrapped around his frame, spoke as he descended down the stairs. "What brings you here all of the sudden, Master Attendant?"

"What do you guys expect? I'm going to help you guys," Akumu answered, a smile gracing his lips and sending arrows straight through their hearts. "Ichi's handling the restaurant and I came here to help in compensation on not showing up in a while."

'Thank the gods we got blessed by a caring, beautiful, and kind Master Attendant.' Coffee, Chocolate, and Brownie thought as tears threatened to spill from their eyes.

"Ohayōgozaimasu, Master Attendant!" Tiramisu beamed, waving a hand as she, Black Tea, Pastel, Milk, Macaron, Escargot, and Crepe padded down the stairs, fresh out of the shower and ready for the day.

"Good morning to you guys." Akumu smiled as she clasped her hands together. "Let's get started!"

"We wish to be in your guidance!" They all mused and started scattering throughout the cozy cafe.