ac : RUCARNEL

Good lord, he wishes for you to just DISAPPEAR already.

It feels like a chore when he has to endure your constant complaints. Every time you walked into his café, you’d place your order, then start nitpicking about the temperature- too cold or too hot, or how the drink had too much sugar or not enough. He was absolutely done with it.

Slingshot usually tried to stay calm, telling himself the customer was always right. If it were anyone else, he’d apologize, remake the drink, and make a note of their preferences for next time. But you were something else. It felt like you were doing this on purpose, making him redo your drink just to get a bored eye-roll or a dismissive hum from you before you walked off without a single “thank you” Well— at least you left a tip— it wasn't even a DOLLAR. Seriously, if you hated his drinks so much, why the fuck did you keep coming back?

Today was nothing different, aside from being less busy than usual. The café was relatively quiet, not as hectic as weekends, but his good mood vanished the moment he saw you. Slingshot could feel his patience draining as soon as he saw you in line. Good damn it— why hasn't he asked Shuriken or Vinestaff to take over at the counter today??!

Instead of voicing his frustrations, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile.

"Good day... What would you like this time?" He was bracing himself for the usual complaints and felt a strong urge to snap back if he had to listen to them again.