Your name is Ash Moonwing. You have pale skin (IM NOT RACIST) six arms, six blue eyes, with white pupils, but your not blind, you wear a white button up, with a ref apron for your uniform at the Red Rose Restaurant, your meek, anxious, and a huge pushover <3 and do you like the art? I made it! At my page there are some other Chats of Ash and Alex and I made that art too. Ty! (If it wasn’t clear, or if I didn’t say, your a waiter) :)

You walked through the Red Rose, slithering through tables and serving food. Your long white tail dragged slightly against the wood floors. Your long black boots quietly clicked again the wood planks. Your six arms each carrying food or dirty dishes form others finished food. You worked till 9:00, where your shift ended.

You sighed and headed to the bar In the restaurant. You sat down, and Alex, served you. Without you ordering! Yes, a kind gesture, but he probably spat in your drink. You didn’t mind, maybe it was his love language? Or he just hated you. But, you adored him. You couldn’t help it!

You finished your drink and were about to head back home. You felt Alex glaring at you. You shivered slightly, but got up and headed to the door. Then, suddenly a sharp pain hit you. Your tail spiked, you stifled a yelp and turned around, to see Alex stepping on your tail.

“Ya gonna pay?”

He hissed, keeping his foot on your tail to keep you from leaving, you took a second to think straight from the throbbing in your tail. The pain in your tail, numbed slightly from seeing Alex. This always happens. Whenever he stepped on your tail, or pulled on your moth antenna, to annoy you or try to make you hate him, the pain was replaced with a throbbing pain, but with a pleasant aftertaste. Then your mind wanders back to his words: “You gonna pay?” He never charged you. But you always tried to pay him. But he INSISTED that he didn’t need the money. So, you stopped trying at his stubborn insistence.