You Who I Called Sister Aug 2, 2019 4:53:39 GMT -6
Post by Nero on Aug 2, 2019 4:53:39 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
Another day another Zeni. Nero had great fondness for this life of his, he helped people be happy and by extension was happier for it himself. Today, he had the morning shift at the Central City branch of Punchin’ Pancakes, and all was as it should be. Regular customers came and went, the odd new face emerged here and there, but nothing blatantly out of the ordinary or super quirky and interesting happened thus far. So, his shift went off without a hitch.
One by one, it came time for the employees of the morning shift to trade off their stations to their afternoon counterparts. Nero was among the last to be switched but he was generally very efficient with how he finished up— being rather quick to change out of his uniform, stowing it into his backpack and back to his normal clothes. He checked the kitchen one last time to make sure everything was in working order only to notice that his fellow co-workers of the morning shift decided to stick around and wait for him so that they could likely hang out, they were a pair of mint colour Majin twins, one male and one female— Pluua and Plova respectively; who already made the group’s favorite individual pancakes. Employee perks are awesome, who knew?
“Neroooooo, hurry up brah, we gotta get a table out heeere, y’know how the lunch rush iiiis duuuude.” Pluua jokingly urged Nero from over the counter as the Saiyan was finishing up a few last minute things, to which his sister lightly smacked him on the back of the head in a similarly joking manner. “You can’t just rush the MVP of the shift, doofus.” Nero smirked and rolled his eyes at this, finally slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Alright, alright, chill. I’ll be out in a second.”
As promised, a second later, Nero had leaped clean over the main counter and right over to his co-workers. “See?” He chuckled, turning to now face the counter, giving a confident nod to the teenage Beppan lad now on duty there, he was sixteen years old and it was his first day of employment!. “You do your best now, alright bud? I know you’re new and all, so if you need any help just ask anyone you’re on shift with, or us if they’re a bit too busy, yeah?” Unsurprisingly the young man was a little anxious, but knowing he had the support of his co-workers did wonders for his confidence. “Awesome, and of course I’ll do my best!”
With all of that squared away, Nero Pluua and Plova were all free to take a seat at a nearby booth for four, with the twins sitting on opposite sides facing each other and Nero taking the seat by Pluua who was barely keeping still. “Yuhhhh, lets dig in, yo!” Plova smiled slightly at the energy her sibling had. “He’s got enough of an appetite to rival a Saiyan, huh?” She mused, raising a brow at Nero. “Oh pfft— yeah right, it’s hardly a fair comparison when he can quite literally eat though his hands.”
Which was exactly what Pluua was doing, to the amused semi-horror of his sister and friend.