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[OPEN] I want to know, can you show me
WHO:"Sakura", "Shinji", "Akiren", "Futaba" & you!
WHERE: All throughout Recolle, but most definitely some of these people's houses at some point or another!
WHEN: First half of August!
WHAT: Body-swap catch-all!! Because apparently Xiaolang's soul can't stay put in it's own body for more than a day, gg there child
WARNINGS: None that I can think of? Aside from the Aggressive Shoujo Fluff that occurs whenever Sakura's involved, anyway
i) August 6-7 (Sakura)
a)
[Something definitely wasn't right here, but in his half-asleep state, Xiaolang just couldn't tell what.
His rest had been pleasant enough, dreams happy and sweet, thanks to going to Rainbowland a day or so prior. But there were certain things that were stirring him into wakefulness-- there was the softer quality of the pillows, odd in comparison to the firm ones he owned, and the lack of two certain furry bodies in his bed, who he'd gotten accustomed to sleeping around. And then there was the bear in his arms, less fluffy than normal, feeling as if it was lacking something very important...
The growing ache in his temples is enough to bring him awake fully, and for a moment, he wonders if he's still dreaming. There couldn't be any other explanation to why he was suddenly in Sakura's room, laying in her bed, dressed in very different pajamas than he went to bed with. Unless...
It takes a second to fight past the disorientation before he tosses his legs over the mattress, darting to where she might have a mirror in her room. The realization is quick to set in as he observes the face staring back at him, very much familiar but definitely not his own.]
EEEEEHHHHH?!!
[If that yell alone-- loud enough to possibly rouse any of her brothers, if they weren't already awake-- wasn't enough to clue them in, the fact that "Sakura" was already up and dashing around this early in the morning would have cinched it. Hopefully none of them stopped him before he got out the door, because he really wasn't sure how to explain any of this. Especially since he didn't bother to change out of her pajamas before he left, either...
Once he finds some private space, he fishes out the key and cards he managed to smuggle out of the house, desperately trying to remember the incantation she used to activate it. Calling his apartment would be easiest, but he didn't want to break into her phone out of respect for her privacy. No, for now, he had to get there in person, and given his attire plus the distance of their houses, there was only one option.
After a few failed attempts, he finally manages to get Fly to activate... which then leaves the task of trying to navigate it. Easier said than done, as anyone looking up at just the right moment in Tisse, Viea Village, or parts of Birch Hills may hear a pajama-clad young girl shrieking as she's struggling to stay aloft on what appears to be a winged staff, seconds from pitching to the ground (Or possibly right on top of you??).]
W-WATCH OUT--!!
b)
[Once Xiaolang manages to track down Sakura (and subsequently, his body), and gets things in some sort of order, the next logical course of action is to go about things like normal... or as normal as they can get it, anyway. They both had their responsibilities, after all, ones that weren't about to take 'I accidentally swapped bodies with the person I'm dating' as an excuse.
So here Xiaolang was, manning the counter at The Confectionary, trying to fight the blush off his face as he shifts uncomfortably in his work uniform. The fact that this was Sakura wearing the cutesy dress and not actually him was a small comfort, but after his previous headaches with dresses the past few months, he really did not want to be stuck in one again. Still, he wasn't about to jeopardize Sakura's job with his hang-ups, and while he was still fairly awkward when dealing with strangers, he was going to power through!! For her sake!! So anyone stepping into the cupcake shop during the afternoon is going to be faced with a very determined, very serious looking "Sakura", putting all his energy into greeting the new customer.]
G-GOOD AFTERNOON!!
WH... WHAT CAN I GET YOU TODAY?
[VOLUME, CHILD--]
ii) August 8-9 (Shinji)
[After swapping back with Sakura on the 7th, Xiaolang had thought his ordeal with all of this was finally over.
Alas, it was only the beginning.
There was an odd sense of deja vu as he wakes up on the morning of the 8th-- different bed, lack of dogs, and this time a lack of bear, too-- but this time around, he's completely lost to where he is. With Sakura, at least he had been in her room before, so it wasn't nearly as jarring, but this... this was most definitely unsettling. Finding out who he wound up swapping with wasn't any better, either. He knew Shinji, but wasn't particularly close to him, so he had no idea what would constitute as normal for him and what wouldn't. It didn't help that his parents were NPCs, either-- he remembered the other boy mentioning at least that much, so there was no way for him to explain the situation to them.
No, he had to get out and either find his body, or get to Hong Kong House and let them know what was going on. But trying to run there had made him winded fairly quickly (was this what it was like to be old??), and he didn't know how to drive a normal car, so that clearly left him with the most responsible choice: The Shinji Tank.
And while controlling it was easier in some ways than Sakura's staff, there was still a learning curve behind it, causing him to accidentally ram it into whatever tree, bush, or other vehicle was in his way as he drives it through the streets of the city. But he was pointedly avoiding the damage for now, focusing instead on whoever he can grab the attention of, face set in a fierce mask as he shouts:]
Have you seen a fourteen year old Chinese boy around here?
[THAT'S REAL DESCRIPTIVE, XIAOLANG]
iii) August 13-14 (Akiren)
a)
[After enduring a less than pleasant swap with Mio on Friday and Saturday, he was absolutely relieved to have nothing strange happen to him on Sunday. Maybe it was finally, finally done with. After all, he already switched bodies three times this week, so there had to be a limit to this, right?
Ha ha. Yeah, nice try.
Maybe it was a small relief that he woke up in an actual bedroom and not a ward this time around, in a man's body no less, but it didn't make things any less confusing. He barely recognized the face that stared back at him when he checked in the mirror, only vaguely remembering him from a few conversations on the network. His name was... Ren? Probably? Everything around him was slightly out of focus, so he couldn't really tell.
He barely knew the sort of life Ren lead-- did he live with his parents, still? His friends? Were they NPCs, or actually Retrospec users? He wasn't sure if he wanted to stick around and find out, because it was going to be INCREDIBLY obvious to anyone there that he wasn't who he was supposed to be. Quietly, oh so quietly, he's going to sneak out of Ren's room, on the look-out for any landlines within the house so he could get a call in to Hong Kong House. Surely they had one?
But before he can get any further, a small, furry, black and white thing winds it's way between his legs, startling him so much he trips and smacks into the nearest wall, wrenching a small curse from his lips. There was NO WAY that wasn't going to come off as suspicious, not one bit. ]
b)
[Anyone who frequents Catmosphere, or at least works there during the week, might find something... off with "Ren"'s behavior during his shift. It could be the blank, almost panicked look he gives to regulars who expect him to remember their fancy coffee order, or the comically furrowed brow as he very carefully tries his hand at the cat-themed latte art (Spoilers: it's not all that great, but he's Trying). It could also be how absolutely lost he looks behind the counter, trying to pin-point all of the machines and ingredients needed to put these drinks together, spending way too long assembling them-- and still possibly messing it up in one way or another. Hope you don't mind your soy latte accidentally having dairy in it, or your coffee being a touch too sweet...!
On his break, he's just... going to be sitting at one of the furthest tables, forehead resting against his steepled fingers, looking quietly frazzled. Whoever said barista AUs were easy was a goddamn liar. Stranger still, though, is that whatever kitties are coming to visit him are going to be gently rebuffed, either nudging them carefully away or picking them up not-so-expertly and placing them a small distance from where he was sitting. Weird???]
iv) August 15-16 (Futaba)
a)
[It was too much to hope for at this point to wake up in his own bed after all this time, wasn't it? And yet, he still lets out a disappointed groan once he realizes, for the upteenth time these past two weeks, he's wound up in someplace completely unfamiliar to him. How many times was Retrospec going to DO this? Was it going to be like this the entire month? But he feels his stomach drop as he studies the body he's wound up this time around, hands attempting to tame the long, sleep-messy hair, realizing with startling clarity... this girl was a stranger. An absolute stranger. Obviously, she was a Retrospec user, if they wound up switching bodies, but-- nothing about her face was familiar, nor did anything in her room clue him in to who she could possibly be (though the tech set-up was something to be envied). How could he try to pass himself off as her when he didn't even know how she acted?
If the sounds in the house were any indication, though, whoever she lived with were early risers, and so trying to find a means to sneak out or use the house phone were out. Maybe it was best to bid his time for now, acting along with this... incredibly red-headed household, waiting for his window to escape. Someone her age probably helped make breakfast in the house, so... maybe that's what he should do first? To blend in?
So anyone in the Weesley household may walk in on "Futaba" at work in the kitchen, quietly cooking together some scrambled eggs and tomato while the bread toasts. It smells... really good, actually?? Who is this child-- but "she" does glance over "her" shoulder at whoever is there, nodding to one of the tables.]
Ah-- breakfast is going to be ready soon. Eggs are okay, right?
b)
[After somehow managing to get out of the Weesley abode, with the excuse of picking up some supplies for school (she... looked like she could be a grade or two above him, so it was a decent enough reason??), "Futaba" wanders about the neighborhood, trying to puzzle out where in Recolle this huge house may be. He hadn't changed out of her sleepwear, given how... awkward that would be (especially since he didn't even KNOW her), but her hair is carefully braided so stays mostly out of his face. Everyone else Xiaolang had swapped with had shorter hair, so it wasn't so bad to manage, but with hair this length...
The first person Xiaolang spots with a phone (or, at least, anyone with some familiarity of the area) is going to be approached carefully, tapping lightly on their arm to get their attention.]
U-Um... excuse me? [His cheeks flush a bit, embarrassed to have to resort to this, but as far as he knew, this girl didn't have any abilities to help him out on this front. At least, not that he knew...]
I went out for a walk earlier, but I got lost and forgot my phone. Would it be okay to borrow yours? So I can call my family and let them know where I am? It'll be fast, I promise!
[It's not entirely a lie-- he did need to call his family, and let them know somehow where he wound up, once AGAIN, but trying to explain that much to a total stranger might be a bit awkward.]
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WHERE: All throughout Recolle, but most definitely some of these people's houses at some point or another!
WHEN: First half of August!
WHAT: Body-swap catch-all!! Because apparently Xiaolang's soul can't stay put in it's own body for more than a day, gg there child
WARNINGS: None that I can think of? Aside from the Aggressive Shoujo Fluff that occurs whenever Sakura's involved, anyway
i) August 6-7 (Sakura)
a)
[Something definitely wasn't right here, but in his half-asleep state, Xiaolang just couldn't tell what.
His rest had been pleasant enough, dreams happy and sweet, thanks to going to Rainbowland a day or so prior. But there were certain things that were stirring him into wakefulness-- there was the softer quality of the pillows, odd in comparison to the firm ones he owned, and the lack of two certain furry bodies in his bed, who he'd gotten accustomed to sleeping around. And then there was the bear in his arms, less fluffy than normal, feeling as if it was lacking something very important...
The growing ache in his temples is enough to bring him awake fully, and for a moment, he wonders if he's still dreaming. There couldn't be any other explanation to why he was suddenly in Sakura's room, laying in her bed, dressed in very different pajamas than he went to bed with. Unless...
It takes a second to fight past the disorientation before he tosses his legs over the mattress, darting to where she might have a mirror in her room. The realization is quick to set in as he observes the face staring back at him, very much familiar but definitely not his own.]
EEEEEHHHHH?!!
[If that yell alone-- loud enough to possibly rouse any of her brothers, if they weren't already awake-- wasn't enough to clue them in, the fact that "Sakura" was already up and dashing around this early in the morning would have cinched it. Hopefully none of them stopped him before he got out the door, because he really wasn't sure how to explain any of this. Especially since he didn't bother to change out of her pajamas before he left, either...
Once he finds some private space, he fishes out the key and cards he managed to smuggle out of the house, desperately trying to remember the incantation she used to activate it. Calling his apartment would be easiest, but he didn't want to break into her phone out of respect for her privacy. No, for now, he had to get there in person, and given his attire plus the distance of their houses, there was only one option.
After a few failed attempts, he finally manages to get Fly to activate... which then leaves the task of trying to navigate it. Easier said than done, as anyone looking up at just the right moment in Tisse, Viea Village, or parts of Birch Hills may hear a pajama-clad young girl shrieking as she's struggling to stay aloft on what appears to be a winged staff, seconds from pitching to the ground (Or possibly right on top of you??).]
W-WATCH OUT--!!
b)
[Once Xiaolang manages to track down Sakura (and subsequently, his body), and gets things in some sort of order, the next logical course of action is to go about things like normal... or as normal as they can get it, anyway. They both had their responsibilities, after all, ones that weren't about to take 'I accidentally swapped bodies with the person I'm dating' as an excuse.
So here Xiaolang was, manning the counter at The Confectionary, trying to fight the blush off his face as he shifts uncomfortably in his work uniform. The fact that this was Sakura wearing the cutesy dress and not actually him was a small comfort, but after his previous headaches with dresses the past few months, he really did not want to be stuck in one again. Still, he wasn't about to jeopardize Sakura's job with his hang-ups, and while he was still fairly awkward when dealing with strangers, he was going to power through!! For her sake!! So anyone stepping into the cupcake shop during the afternoon is going to be faced with a very determined, very serious looking "Sakura", putting all his energy into greeting the new customer.]
G-GOOD AFTERNOON!!
WH... WHAT CAN I GET YOU TODAY?
[VOLUME, CHILD--]
ii) August 8-9 (Shinji)
[After swapping back with Sakura on the 7th, Xiaolang had thought his ordeal with all of this was finally over.
Alas, it was only the beginning.
There was an odd sense of deja vu as he wakes up on the morning of the 8th-- different bed, lack of dogs, and this time a lack of bear, too-- but this time around, he's completely lost to where he is. With Sakura, at least he had been in her room before, so it wasn't nearly as jarring, but this... this was most definitely unsettling. Finding out who he wound up swapping with wasn't any better, either. He knew Shinji, but wasn't particularly close to him, so he had no idea what would constitute as normal for him and what wouldn't. It didn't help that his parents were NPCs, either-- he remembered the other boy mentioning at least that much, so there was no way for him to explain the situation to them.
No, he had to get out and either find his body, or get to Hong Kong House and let them know what was going on. But trying to run there had made him winded fairly quickly (was this what it was like to be old??), and he didn't know how to drive a normal car, so that clearly left him with the most responsible choice: The Shinji Tank.
And while controlling it was easier in some ways than Sakura's staff, there was still a learning curve behind it, causing him to accidentally ram it into whatever tree, bush, or other vehicle was in his way as he drives it through the streets of the city. But he was pointedly avoiding the damage for now, focusing instead on whoever he can grab the attention of, face set in a fierce mask as he shouts:]
Have you seen a fourteen year old Chinese boy around here?
[THAT'S REAL DESCRIPTIVE, XIAOLANG]
iii) August 13-14 (Akiren)
a)
[After enduring a less than pleasant swap with Mio on Friday and Saturday, he was absolutely relieved to have nothing strange happen to him on Sunday. Maybe it was finally, finally done with. After all, he already switched bodies three times this week, so there had to be a limit to this, right?
Ha ha. Yeah, nice try.
Maybe it was a small relief that he woke up in an actual bedroom and not a ward this time around, in a man's body no less, but it didn't make things any less confusing. He barely recognized the face that stared back at him when he checked in the mirror, only vaguely remembering him from a few conversations on the network. His name was... Ren? Probably? Everything around him was slightly out of focus, so he couldn't really tell.
He barely knew the sort of life Ren lead-- did he live with his parents, still? His friends? Were they NPCs, or actually Retrospec users? He wasn't sure if he wanted to stick around and find out, because it was going to be INCREDIBLY obvious to anyone there that he wasn't who he was supposed to be. Quietly, oh so quietly, he's going to sneak out of Ren's room, on the look-out for any landlines within the house so he could get a call in to Hong Kong House. Surely they had one?
But before he can get any further, a small, furry, black and white thing winds it's way between his legs, startling him so much he trips and smacks into the nearest wall, wrenching a small curse from his lips. There was NO WAY that wasn't going to come off as suspicious, not one bit. ]
b)
[Anyone who frequents Catmosphere, or at least works there during the week, might find something... off with "Ren"'s behavior during his shift. It could be the blank, almost panicked look he gives to regulars who expect him to remember their fancy coffee order, or the comically furrowed brow as he very carefully tries his hand at the cat-themed latte art (Spoilers: it's not all that great, but he's Trying). It could also be how absolutely lost he looks behind the counter, trying to pin-point all of the machines and ingredients needed to put these drinks together, spending way too long assembling them-- and still possibly messing it up in one way or another. Hope you don't mind your soy latte accidentally having dairy in it, or your coffee being a touch too sweet...!
On his break, he's just... going to be sitting at one of the furthest tables, forehead resting against his steepled fingers, looking quietly frazzled. Whoever said barista AUs were easy was a goddamn liar. Stranger still, though, is that whatever kitties are coming to visit him are going to be gently rebuffed, either nudging them carefully away or picking them up not-so-expertly and placing them a small distance from where he was sitting. Weird???]
iv) August 15-16 (Futaba)
a)
[It was too much to hope for at this point to wake up in his own bed after all this time, wasn't it? And yet, he still lets out a disappointed groan once he realizes, for the upteenth time these past two weeks, he's wound up in someplace completely unfamiliar to him. How many times was Retrospec going to DO this? Was it going to be like this the entire month? But he feels his stomach drop as he studies the body he's wound up this time around, hands attempting to tame the long, sleep-messy hair, realizing with startling clarity... this girl was a stranger. An absolute stranger. Obviously, she was a Retrospec user, if they wound up switching bodies, but-- nothing about her face was familiar, nor did anything in her room clue him in to who she could possibly be (though the tech set-up was something to be envied). How could he try to pass himself off as her when he didn't even know how she acted?
If the sounds in the house were any indication, though, whoever she lived with were early risers, and so trying to find a means to sneak out or use the house phone were out. Maybe it was best to bid his time for now, acting along with this... incredibly red-headed household, waiting for his window to escape. Someone her age probably helped make breakfast in the house, so... maybe that's what he should do first? To blend in?
So anyone in the Weesley household may walk in on "Futaba" at work in the kitchen, quietly cooking together some scrambled eggs and tomato while the bread toasts. It smells... really good, actually?? Who is this child-- but "she" does glance over "her" shoulder at whoever is there, nodding to one of the tables.]
Ah-- breakfast is going to be ready soon. Eggs are okay, right?
b)
[After somehow managing to get out of the Weesley abode, with the excuse of picking up some supplies for school (she... looked like she could be a grade or two above him, so it was a decent enough reason??), "Futaba" wanders about the neighborhood, trying to puzzle out where in Recolle this huge house may be. He hadn't changed out of her sleepwear, given how... awkward that would be (especially since he didn't even KNOW her), but her hair is carefully braided so stays mostly out of his face. Everyone else Xiaolang had swapped with had shorter hair, so it wasn't so bad to manage, but with hair this length...
The first person Xiaolang spots with a phone (or, at least, anyone with some familiarity of the area) is going to be approached carefully, tapping lightly on their arm to get their attention.]
U-Um... excuse me? [His cheeks flush a bit, embarrassed to have to resort to this, but as far as he knew, this girl didn't have any abilities to help him out on this front. At least, not that he knew...]
I went out for a walk earlier, but I got lost and forgot my phone. Would it be okay to borrow yours? So I can call my family and let them know where I am? It'll be fast, I promise!
[It's not entirely a lie-- he did need to call his family, and let them know somehow where he wound up, once AGAIN, but trying to explain that much to a total stranger might be a bit awkward.]
v) Wildcard
[HIT ME WITH WHATEVER SHENANIGANS/PROMPTS THAT YOU WANT TO PLAY OUT!! These are just... basic ideas for the time being, and there's so much that I can't cover with just these, okay--
Feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk @
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Then
it isn't his fault and he should be absolved of all consequences. Humming, he pets the kitty like he usually does. Who's a good cat? You are. ]
Take the day off tomorrow, but today I can help out. Just tell the manager that I'm your little brother for this big brother little brother event or something.
[ After petting the kitty, he tries to be cutesy while he's in this body. He props his head on both of his hands, resting his elbows on the table as he looks at Xiaolang with big eyes. ]
Of course I can only do so much with small hands.
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... not that he was doing a very good job at it right now, but it's the thought that counted! At least Ren didn't have to worry so much on his end, given that Xiaolang was going into high school next month and didn't have much in terms of assignments (aside from summer reading, that is).
He opens his mouth to put in his opinion on the matter, that he certainly hopes this doesn't go on until tomorrow-- when Ren makes that face, in his body, and the expression that crosses his own (or... Ren's own, rather) speaks levels about his distaste.]
... stop that. If you're going to try to pass yourself off as me, making those faces isn't the way to go. I really hope you didn't use that on anyone else before you got here.
[He has a reputation to maintain, after all! And being cutesy is not part of it, even if does unintentionally act adorable at times. He gives Ren a scrutinizing look, though, as he considers this plan.]
No one is going to believe that we're related, though. We look absolutely nothing alike. [And his face screws up into a small scowl, as he can't help but add:] And my hands are not small. They're decently sized, and I've done a lot more complicated things with them than just making coffee.
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Well, he may or may not have read their messages and left her on read by mistake. That's something for Xiaolang to figure out on his own. ]
I didn't. [ He just wants to get on someone's nerves!! ] A big brother little brother event isn't always blood relatives. There are some that pair children without siblings with someone older just for the experience.
[ Ren understands what it's like to grow up without anyone to play with, though his parents encouraged him to learn the trade with his free time. Creating lockpicks, disarming alarms, stuff like that. ]
You should have no issues making foam art.
[ He jumps off of his seat and goes to find one by the bar area where everyone can see the barista work. Come show off your skills. ]
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There's a small sigh as he slides out of his seat to follow Ren to the bar, making sure to carefully step around any lingering kitties. The one who had been schmoozing before gently pads after him, mewing for his attention before hopping onto the bar to watch them work.]
I suppose we'll just have to go with that if anyone asks. I'm hoping your manager will be alright with it, though. This feels like something that should have been cleared with them before the shift started.
[At least, to his knowledge. He's not entirely knowledgeable of the ins and outs of hourly jobs, to be honest. His brow creases as Ren brings up the foam art, though, as he brings down a cup to work with.]
I'm not all that good with drawing or art, though. I can put stuff together, but actually decorating them isn't my strong point. And getting the foam to stay long enough to do anything on top of is tough, too...
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[ The manager may be too casual, to be honest, but if it works for the cage then that's all that matters. Ren has some trouble sitting on the high bar stool, but somehow manages and kicks his feet back and forth idly. When the cat comes up to watch them handle this, he pets it and scratches it behind the ear a bit. Good kitty.
There are no more cutesy poses here, just normalcy as he examines how Xiaolang holds the cup, trying to guess how he works. Might be a perfectionist... That isn't bad, so he smiles a bit as he braces himself for disaster. ]
It doesn't need to be a masterpiece. Sometimes the best art is the simplest one. Don't focus on being precise since you have to do this a lot. You'll get the hang of it.
[ He waves his hands over the siphons. ]
Try to get the general shape you want first and keep the chocolate syrup bottle on hand.
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Ren wasn't wrong in assuming he was a perfectionist, though, and it's clear on his expression when the other boy suggests the lack of precision.]
But it's not fair to the customers if they get something that's not worth their money. They may as well try to make it themselves otherwise.
[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, XIAOLANG-- but he begins to grind the coffee for the espresso, that action in itself not done terribly wrong, but he does make a little bit of a mess with it. Larger hands meant an awkward time with the tamper, after all, and he nearly forces part of the grounds outside of the holder because of it. As he sets the coffee to drip, he fills up the milk pitcher, careful not to put too much of it to steam this time. Before he sets it under the frother, however, he can't help but give Ren a questioning look.]
Chocolate syrup...? Why would I need that?
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Blinking slowly... ]
To draw a face on it?
[ Where do you think he works? A regular cafe? ]
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O... Of course.
[He hunts through the items nearby to try to find bottle, though in his flustered state, he's failing just a little.]
I though you just-- used the coffee to make those designs? That's how I've seen my sister do it, anyway.
[Because his sister was a barista at a regular cafe, after all, so he had just...... assumed that's how it worked here. But apparently not?]
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Waving his hand, Xiaolang is technically right. Streams of coffee are used toe decorations, too. ]
Yeah, sometimes you do, but we'll start with the chocolate syrup. It's mostly a foam, so it's light. [ ... ] It's also the closest right now.
[ Seems like someone else is using the other tools. They just need to make the chocolate syrup work. ]
Picture the face and go.
[ No instructions here. ]