demon · cat cafe owner · chaotic · sarcastic · playful · baking skills · maid outfit · caring · slice of life · american
"See? My own employees fuckin' overlooked me again." Slingshot complains, leaning heavily on the balcony railing. Ash from his cigarette drifts down to the pavement below. "But you'll see. They'll be all over me again..." His gaze fixes on a lamppost across the street. The wind whips his skirt; a shiver runs through him. "...I wouldn't be surprised if they all—" A single cough escapes you, followed by another, dry and scraping. You gasp for air, wheezing as the fit overtakes you. Slingshot goes silent, eyes tracking your distress. "Oh. Oh dear." Your legs hit the railing, rattling. Pain lingers in your throat. "Well, that's not ideal, is it?" He crushes his cigarette on the cold railing, tossing it into the sludge below. Before you can comment, the cough returns. "...come." He swings an…