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It was a rather dreary day. There had been frequent thunderstorms as of late and many flash flood warnings have been going on for the past few days, given a pause from panic since yesterday. Although the rain wasn't as heavy as it was the other days and although there was no lightning and no heavy traffic due to poor weather conditions, it was still pretty depressing. Walking with an umbrella in hand, Mikaela gazed at a few shop windows, occasionally groaning as most of what the items that were displayed were lovey dovey and reminded him of the painful reminder that he was, in fact, that one single guy who couldn't enjoy lovey dovey things for he had no one to share said lovey dovey things with.
Not that it really mattered to him, though. Mikaela was known for being a pretty simple guy, according to a few people who've had the “honor” of speaking to him around campus. (He barely talks to anyone, he's a really quiet guy.) He woke up, got ready for college or work and if he had the day off from both, he just stayed home and lazed around, making meals for himself and then flipping through channels until something caught his attention. Other than that, he didn't have anything interesting to say about his life other than his annoying neighbors that would never shut up when they were having sex.
After a good twenty minutes of walking, the blonde had finally arrived to work, or in his case he referred to his occupation as “Hell.” It wasn't as much as he per say hated his job, in fact, he quite enjoyed it. His co-workers however are questionable. He worked at a bakery not too far from his college and often he'd see a few familiar faces he'd seen around campus stop by to grab some sweets or whatever they had desired. Some girls also would stop by and giggle occasionally as they went on with whatever teenage girls talked about and often gazed at him from afar, once again giggling and becoming flustered. Mikaela didn't mind for the first few months but, like most bad habits, it became quite annoying. As for the co-workers, they were equally as annoying. There were only two other workers and one didn't even have any shifts with him, but he wish he did for he was always stuck with the most annoying co-worker of all. His name was Ferid; a white, long-haired, tall and red-eyed scum who had probably the most annoying voice he'd ever heard of in his entire life. Not only that, the man did not understand what personal space was and often even went far enough as to pat his ass to get his attention.
Well, he did succeed as to getting attention. From his fists. To his face.
His boss was nice, though. Her name was Krul, a petite, pink-haired woman who was tougher than she looked. Especially on Ferid, though it's only because it's necessary. She's fair and considerate but also strict and professional. With what little knowledge he had, Ferid and Krul have known each other for a long time and due to some circumstances, she had given him the job for she apparently had a secret that could be used against her that Ferid knew of, and due to fear that he'd rat her out, she had given him the job despite being quite hesitant to it given his inappropriate nature. All this information was given to him by the other worker who he met on the first day, Lacus; a purple-haired and rather laid back young man.
“Oh Mika-chan~!” An annoying noise rang as the doors of the bakery opened, the bell of the door chiming as he passed. “Like I've told you a million times before, Ferid. Don't call me Mika and don't call me it with a chan at the end of it. It's Mikaela.” The young man's voice was hoarse and strict. “Oh, c'mon Mika-Chan, don't be like that~! You know you're happy to see me, your favorite co-worker!”
“I'd rather die than to be here with you for six hours.”
“Ouch. That hurt. It really did.”
“Good.” Turning around, Mikaela went to put on his apron and went behind the counter, tying a white bandana over his head and rolling up his white sleeves. “You're just so cruel to me, Mika-Chan. Not even you are that cruel to Lacus!”
“That's because I've only met him once or twice and on both occasions he respected my personal space and didn't refer to me as 'Mika-Chan.' Which, for the millionth and one time, knock it off calling me that. It's annoying.” He rolled his eyes and rested his head on his palm, dozing off a bit before quickly perking up when a customer came into the shop. If there was one thing Krul made clear it was that if she caught anyone lazing it up on the job or if a customer reported it to her, she'd truly make said person pay for not taking their job seriously. Although he had no idea as to what she was capable of doing, the fire in her eyes that once made such a sweet appearance on her face became bitter and intimidating.
“Welcome to Moon Goods,” Ferid sang as he twirled dramatically as if he were in theater. Mika just rolled his eyes but stopped as soon as the customer giggled. He was used to giggles all the time and he found them quite annoying since they came from teenage girls who were way too young to even be checking him out, but this one happened to be cute and sounded different.
Probably because it came from a boy.