Fantasy Heaven Cafe: The Maid's a God?!

[Guilded Clover]

Chihiro sprinted down the street towards the café. "I'm late!" Despite it being a nice sunny day, Chi-Chi was in no sunny mood. She looked at her watch. "I can't believe I did this to myself! And it's the end of the morning shift! I'll be fired before I even begin!" She ran until she made it into the café. She stepped in and bowed low. "I'm sorry. I'm late! I am so very sorry!" She panted and looked up. She saw that the café was closed for the break. Chi-Chi staggered over to a table and took a seat. "Please don't fire me."

 

[TheoremAlpha]

Ma'Khan sat off in the corner smirking at the gods. Perhaps if it was a pair of mortals, he may have gotten in the middle. Despite all his talk earlier of death not scaring him, he at the very least did not desire it just yet. Too many years to waste helping others still. And in the end, unlike the rest of them he was never blessed with immortality. Perhaps he could heal any wound, and even bring the recently dead back to life. But not for himself, he was stronger than a mortal, but nothing against god's with more fiery, newer souls than his own.


He was an old spirit, this was not the first life he had traveled.


Amongst the bustling cafe, he sipped his coffee and ate small spoon fulls of his bread pudding. Perhaps his favorite meal in existence due to its delicious simplicity and this was a fine example. He yelled into the back kitchen "KUDOS TO YOU, FIERY SIR, FOR THIS AMAZING PUDDING," He wondered if he could even hear him as he scuttled about trying to prep for the dinner shift.


It was break, no one else was being seated. But no one seemed to fussed to make him leave after he spent the shift slinging any compliment he could to cheer the maids up.


He had wondered off in his mind into his own little world, before coming through the door he spotted the most beautiful little sweetheart he had ever seen. He felt the words get caught up in his throat as he tried to yell hello from across the room.


IT had been a long time since the breath had been taken out of him. He could FEEL the positivity radiating off of her, and happiness welled inside him just at her sight. He could feel fear and self loathing as he watched her slightly panicked expression.


A God of Light, she must be. Those were the only ones who ever had this affect on him...


He leaned back in his seat, tilted his hat so from a distance his eyes weren't visible but high enough to see a sliver of the world.


Hopefully this Maka didn't tear this little woman apart...