BYE-BYE BABY BLUE [&] o, cafe au

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    //bc i'm a sucker for this au
    you don't have to make your characters young, though, i'm going by his original age (just in human years)

    Wren had stayed up late, as usual. He was hanging around with his buddies in the park, as they were still too young to drink, joking around with each other and picking on any younger kids that came along. Although he wasn't involved in any of the school's sports, he was pretty popular. He was fairly strong, for a sixteen year old anyway, and while he had thought about trying out for track, he decided against it. He was stronger in his upper-body than his legs. His younger siblings could probably outrun him any day. But he prided himself in his broader chest and wider arms.


    As the dark grew, he had called it a night, though some of his mates stuck around. He made the trek back to his house, guided along by the streetlights, certain his brothers and sisters were wondering where he had gone off to. He didn't mind, though-hell, they were probably asleep by this hour. Creeping into the house, he was deemed right by the inky blackness beyond the back-door, quietly climbing up the stairs and retreating to his room. Then morning came all too quickly, light streaming in through his blinds, illuminating his room.


    He groaned softly, the sound of his alarm stirring him from sleep. He cursed and slowly sat up, glancing over at the time displayed on his phone. 7:20. He spat a loud 'fuck' and clambered out of bed, knocking his sheets to the floor as he scrambled over to his closet, opening it to fumble through his clothes. Grabbing a white collared shirt and jeans, he quickly dressed himself, nearly getting stuck in his shirt. The boy rushed downstairs, nearly tripping on his way. He was in a hurry to gather his things, barely having any time for breakfast, as appealing as the smell was.


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    7:20


    reine frowned at the time on his watch. he was late. tired of waiting, the teen let out a huff and started digging into his own pocket for the spare key key to the front door. he made annoyed noises beneath his breath as the door swung open and he entered.


    7:30


    ten minutes later, the lights were turned on, the coffee machines were on and brewing and reine was waiting for the first customers - and for wren. "i knew i shouldn't have taken a shift with him." he muttered. everyone who worked here knew that taking a shift with wren was risky. they warned him, saying 'oh, since you're a newbie, make sure you don't take a shift with wren. that guy is an unreliable jerk.'


    "they weren't kidding." with a sigh, reine snatched a brown apron from a hook, pulling it over his blue sweater.


    7:42


    "enjoy your coffee!" he flashed a polite smile at the customer. the bell above the door signaled their departure. he stood still for a moment, peering through out the window for any passerby's. when he saw no one, the sixteen year-old dashed for his satchel and dug around for his moleskin notebook. "aha!" he exclaimed, clutching it within his grasp.


    he slid into his stool behind the counter, snatching a pen from a cup beside the register. poetry was one of the boy's favorite past times. time seemed to pass when he was writing. some people expect him to look quite peaceful writing.


    but if you didn't know reine, you didn't know how he wrote. if his leg wasn't bouncing, he was tapping the pen and if he wasn't doing that, he was scrunching his eyebrows and making faces at the paper before him.


    as if a dam had broken, the words flowed out of him, his pencil scribbling across the page in chicken scratch writing.


    the haiku he'd formed in his mind looked even better on paper.


    "in your gentle hands,
    you cradled my heavy heart
    couldn't help but trust."     he recited.


    OOC i wanted to name rain, wirt, so fuckin bad...but i gotta separate wirt from rain even if he is based on him lol
    but i'm naming him reine. also, sorry for assuming a lot of this shit bUT I LOVE AU'S


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    "I am telling you your logic is flawed. Shakespeare's grammer for his time was insanely bad, even among his era!"


    Two college students had entered the cafe. One of them was a platanium blonde with very pale skin, the other a raven headed boy that had a similar face shape to the other addorned with freakles to match his tanner skin. Going up to the counter, the one that had yet to speak lookes nervious. "Well yeah, b-but arguably there were no set grammer rules yet for that era Amb. So really, depending on where one was from anyone could have bad grammer."


    ooc: yes I game Ambersplash the female name Amber for shits and giggles. And yurp he haz his bro with him.

    [center][fancypost=width: 430px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]･ﾟ✦ ☾ ° School, he should be at school like all the good kids, but no. He was at the Cafe, where his older brother Reine worked. Micah was practically inseparable with Reine. However, their older brother seemed more and more displeased with him. Especially with them cutting school and collecting frogs. Their mother and father had to place a frog ban within the house, which went from allowing five frogs to one. The outcome had been devastating to the small chubby boy. His brother didn't even defend the other frogs, and left them out in the cold wilderness.


    "That's good Reine!" The lad would exclaim close to his brother. He really shouldn't be here and all, but school started in thirty minutes. School was no fun, and some of the teachers were mean. All work, work, and work! Couldn't they add fun into the schedule?


    //I would go with Greg, but the same issue as nessy.

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    a reluctant smile pulled at his lips, but it quickly devolved into a polite one when he noticed the college students. "hello, good morning!" he greeted. the two seemed to be having a discussion but he hesitated, unsure if he should interrupt them. unconsciously, he raised a hand and ran it through his front bangs.


    he didn't necessarily want to stand and wait for them to initiate their orders, so he took a breath and asked, "what can i get for the both of you?" as he spoke, he moved towards the register and poised himself in front of it.

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    The blonde turned, surprised and about to say a nasty comment when his brother interrupted. "Earl gray for me, and a mocha with a splash of caramel." Hm... do I want two, or thee sugars in mine...? "Um, I'll take two spenda's in my tea, thank you." Spenda is sweeter than the other sugars, so it's in between.


    "Terry! I can speak for myself. And... if you have any of those vanilla cake pops with chocolate spots? I'll take a dozen of them..." The blonde blushed in embarrassment. He had a sweet tooth for the pops, although he was ashamed an athletic guy liked him was practically addicted to them. Alas, it was a love-hate relationship he had with those sweet treats.


    Wren, with a piece of toast shoved between his teeth, finally walked into the small cafe. The bell above the door signaled his arrival, stepping in after Micah and intentionally stepping on the back of younger boy's shoes, chuckling through his nose. He'd have to go to school soon himself, bag strapped to his back. He flashed Reine a grin, not at all apologetic about his late appearance as he walked behind the counter, setting his backpack down. "Miss me, Reine?" he teased lightly.


    Turning to the students, he nodded and pulled the work apron on over his head, setting to work to fix their beverages. He mostly worked at the cafe for the money, so he didn't have to stick around his house all day and be picked on by his sister, but he enjoyed some parts of it, too. Waiting for the water for the tea to heat, he listened to the hum of the machines, smiling softly to himself. It sucked, though, not being able to pick on the nerds who came in, the poor Micah excluded.


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    Tapping impatiently the blonde glared at the clock. Although he was in no hurry the young adult had never been good at waiting for something- often he would just do it himself but today he wanted to 'treat' himself. At least Terry wanted to...


    "Amber Riverdwell, do you really have to be so rude," his brother said, scolding the platanium blonde. Immediately Amber reacted, a heavy blush on his pale face. "Wh-Wh-We have talked about this why do you call me that in public whathaveIeverdonetoyou?!" Pulling his hood over his head and putting the drawstrings, Amber quickly hid himself in his large hoodie. "That's it, I'm waiting in the corner over there." Somehow knowing where to go, Amber quickly made his way to the farthest table in a corner.

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    reine looked up at the sound of the bell and opened his mouth to welcome whoever entered but at the sight of wren, his eyes morphed into a glare. "no. i didn't." he said shortly, stepping away from the counter and watched as the boy made their orders.


    the boy walked up to wren's side and pointed his finger accusingly at the boy. in a low voice he said, "if you do that to micah again, i won't hesitate in complaining and getting you fired. it doesn't matter if i know you from school." he looked back at micah, watching the younger boy for a moment before he looked away.


    even if his brother could be embarrassing, he wasn't going to let anyone bully him like that.


    reine glanced at the one supposedly named amber but he felt put off and kept from commenting. instead, he went to the end of the counter as far away from the aggravating teenager as possible. he knew he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't take anymore shifts with wren; he needed that money. but that didn't mean he had to enjoy it.


    reine supposed no one would be coming into the cafe for a while. he went into the back and grabbed a spray from beneath the sink, as well as some gloves. this wouldn't take too long, he thought. he looked over at micah and gave his brother a small smile. in an exaggerated flourish, he grabbed a glove and slipped it onto his hand, doing the same with the other.

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    Terry stood there awkwardly as the drinks were being made. Maybe I should talk to them... I don't want them to think I am a jerk. "Uh.. so, nice weather?" Thiswasaterribleideaabortabort!


    He turned, his day-dreaming interrupted by a sour looking Reine. A frown graced his face now, staring hard at the other boy, almost challenging. I dare you to report me was written all over his expression, though inside he felt a bit intimidated by the threat. It wouldn't be hard to get him fired, with all his tardies and such. He was an easily replaceable employee, exchanged for someone that was actually good at making coffee. He was only a school student scraping by like most of the other workers were. Turning away, his eyes following after Reine before he disappeared into the back, he grabbed the mug of boiling water and dunked a teabag into the rising clouds of steam. He set it down onto the counter, flashing a half-grin towards the duo.


    "Watch out, it's hot," he warned, turning his back to fix the mocha. "Meh, I guess the weather's been agreeable," while at work, he surprisingly wasn't much of a conversationalist. Besides talking to customers when they spoke and other employees, he didn't say much, unless he had a good pestering insult or comeback.


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    rainwatcher grabbed for the spray bottle and looked over at terry, thinking about his question. "it's fine with me. i like the weather in the spring." he glanced at wren, expecting some sort of remark. he started cleaning behind the counter, spraying and then wiping it down before repeating the process.


    "it's been raining a lot lately, though." he thought of the weekend before when he had to walk home from school without an umbrella. it had been oddly refreshing to be walking in a sea of umbrellas without one himself; the odd-one out.

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    Perking up, Terry grabbed a napkin and wrappes the bottom of the mug in it so that he would not burn himself. "Thank you!" Normally he would get some liquid creamer in it to cool it off, but he justed wanted his tea light today. "And yeah. Though it's a nice drizzle now."

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    BORN IN THE VALLEY — beekit — trad. riverclan — he/him, they/them — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%;]He should've been in school, like Micah, but his curiousity outweighed his responsibilities. Despite the fact he had been moved from first grade to third, feeling ambitious enough to do so, he was often running off, being found in the library or another place. Today he wanted something to energize him - perhaps, a drink? He had never tasted coffee, but it sounded intriguing. The smell of the café when he strolled by had caught his interest.


    The door cracked open, his green gaze unsure. Would he be allowed a drink of the popular caffeinated beverage, or would his wonder of the taste not be satisfied? His pale hand pushed the door a little more, and the bell rang, a taunting tune which told him if he stepped away, he would have a heavy stain to his bravery, a personal burden which would be hard to mend. Quickly, he shoved himself into the entrance, observant optics pushing their width as they roamed every centimeter of the small café. Inhaling deeply of the new, tempting scent that entered his nose, he began to walk, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He clutched the five dollars he was given in his hand, it was surprising to him that he had managed to find that much. Worn sneakers made quiet squeaks on the flooring.


    Approaching the counter, Bee worried his lip until he tasted a hint of blood. "Hello, I would like coffee - uh, regular?" He looked to be almost four years old, albeit being six, his face hardly seen over the counter, and definitely showing that he had never ordered a coffee in his life. Red glazed his cheeks, obviously embarassed by his lack of knowledge about coffee. Yet he forced his eyes upwards, a dying bravery locked in his irises. He wouldn't leave without achieving this little goal.


    Wren glanced over towards Reine as he returned, subtly rolling his eyes as he started to wipe down the surfaces. As he went to exchange the mocha, a pleasant scent wafting from the cup, he noticed the small head sticking up from behind the counter. He smirked to himself, leaning over to peer down at the small boy. He wasn't really sure if they were allowed to serve little kids, but since parents would sometimes buy coffee or other things for their kids, he didn't see why he couldn't. The only difference was that the kid was ordering for himself.


    "Coming right up! I'll get you some sweetener, too, just in case," he said with a sly wink and went back to brewing. Personally, when it came to him and coffee, he was fond of the bitter taste. Instead of sweetness, he preferred the odd tang the drink gave. Just thinking about the taste on his tongue made him crave a cup.


    Once the beverage was ready, he held it out for him, clutching a packet to dull the tart taste in case he didn't like it. Kids his age tended to prefer more pleasant tastes, anyway.


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    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt;][align=justify][font='Georgia']Every day Sonora got up at 7:30 on the dot and left the house without making even a peep. And where, pray tell, did a seven year old girl go at 7:30 in the morning, and by herself, no less? One might think that she should be in school, but Sonora had her own private tutor. Not because she was exceptionally smart, or anything, but the local public elementary school did not have the proper staff or facilities to educate a young child with learning disabilities. She was not stupid, but she struggled in regular classroom environments. The other kids teased her for not being able to speak in front of the class and took the special fidget toys her parents got her to help her focus.


    No, homeschooling suited her much better. Especially since she had two teachers with degrees in how to teach kids with special needs. She was doing much better now.


    So if school was not a reason? Then what? Well, young Sonora was going to the cafe around the corner from her house. She didn't have any money to buy anything, but she liked to be around the other people. Especially Wren - he was funny. Light brown hair highlighted with hues of copper and gold did not even reach beyond the handle of the door, and she has to reach up to push the glass door open and enter the establishment. "G'morning!" Greeted the girl with a sleepy smile, clambering up to sit at the counter. She was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt with a saguaro cactus on it - Sonora loved cacti. They were pointy. "Wren!" She called, waving the older boy over. "Look! I made a picture." The child was motioning to a white piece of printer paper she had pulled from her pocket. It depicted a very Picasso-esque Wren holding a cat, for some reason.