(hiatus as mental health is declining)
After almost ten years of hiding and living under another identity, I accidentally bumped into the Crown Prince. The book, which had been closed for a long time, unexpectedly reopened, revealing the remaining c...
°•. ✿ .•° ||I have two brats, (on) the left and the right PART II||
"Did you, by chance, stop by the restaurant first before arriving here?" Traitor number one asked
"Fortunately, I haven't." Traitor number two answered
" For anyone who will overhear us three—assembled in one place, it would seem like we planned this from the start." Traitor number three continued.
Lashliot is quickly washing the dirty dishes at the back, running here and there to not burn all the dishes he is making.
" Will my cutlet take any longer?"
" Excuse me-"
" I thought you said this place is good?"
Customers are overflowing the restaurant, making Ashliot– the only worker available, working under pressure. Multi-tasking in a way.
"When is that brat(Alfredo) coming back home?!?" He mutters to himself, slamming (gently) the sparkly clean dishes next to the stoves.
Why'd I open a restaurant again? Have I gone insane.
" Is my sandwich ready yet?" He heard again, irking him some more.
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" Coming right up!!!"
Alfredo asked which building is Musume staying in, the latter answered that he'll be a helper in the tower thus making him sleep with the other apprentices' quarters.
" Wand-erful."
" Come to think of it…" Alfredo glanced at Allen," Aren't you supposed to be going back to work already?"
" And?"
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