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MUSELIST Photo Credit: nameless-table This a post where it's mainly my OCs and there are various scenarios, mostly having to do with the Midnight Grind Cafe, owned by Iona Jacqueline Oakes and her mysterious handsome golem man, Oren. Their cafe connects to almost every universe so a lot of silly stuff can happen. I'll write some prompts for my OCs or we can plot together and go in another direction. You can contact me at maiscribbles or my Discord (Fujinon#6780). Have at it! ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2

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[nerine]

[The iron scent of blood tickles her nose and makes her hair stand on end. Monts is familiar with this particular customer by now; he's become 'her' regular in a sense because they were the only ones who could comprehend each other even in this cafe that's come to represent a crossroad of other worlds.

Thankfully, the cafe was filled with only a few people to unsettle and frighten with Vincent's appearance. They look, but do not comment. It seems risky to even whisper about the fact.

Monts turns around, taking in Vincent's state of being and lets out a sigh.]

Long night?

[ There are none of her usual jests. Rather, it's a sincere question with faint worry and concern beneath the simple question.]

[bloodvials]

[Eyes lift up to meet hers, a hand coming up to push away hair that’s fallen into his face.]

Ah, I—

[He seems caught between something fearfully eldritch and the humanity instilled in him, waiting to see which wins out in any given moment. Vincent swallows and shakes his head, pulling focus back together by frayed edges.]

It’s always a long night for a hunter. Or a man who was once a hunter; or perhaps even longer for a man like me… [He trails off, realizing he’s not saying much of anything, then tries again.]

I’d like something to drink. Please.

[nerine]

[She nods serenely.]

Got it. It'll be a minute or two so sit tight.

[Before she moves to choose a cup and a drink to concoct, Monts takes out several tea towels and pushes them over to Vincent.]

If you want to fully wash up, just let me know. But take your time.

[Her smile is gentle and reassuring before she returns to her task at hand, which is figuring out what she wants to make for him.]

[bloodvials]

[No reply, he only nods, then catches sight of the tea towels, picking them up with bloodied fingers.

Stains are left across the cloth, bright and fresh. He’s barely wiped his hands before he’s blotted white with red, and he frowns at the sight, belatedly realizing his state.]

Is it that bad?

[—he questions her turned back.]

[nerine]

[She's slicing a lemon as the electric kettle bubbles next to her before she replies, this time with some amusement.]

I have a few choice descriptions, but I think the one I used the last time you arrived like so, I'll stick with; you look like a walking crime scene.

[Monts pours the hot water into a decorated glass mug, adding in her ingredients; lemon juice, ginger, sugar...]

I'm... A little surprised. That you seek out this place even after your hunt.

[bloodvials]

[He seems to view the blood anew, hands feeling as if they’re not his own. Disassociation is a hell of a thing, and often Vincent finds himself fighting against the sensation in moments unwanted.]

It’s the… familiar, it must be, that calls to me. I don’t know why else I would come here in this state.

[He stands, scooting his stool out. The stains he’s left shine up at him, strangely dark against wooden lacquer.]

Forgive me, I think it would be prudent of me to, ah… clean up. Don’t you agree?

[nerine]

I'll have to put your drink on hold, but it'll probably taste better once you've freshened up.

[Monts turns around to exit her station, gesturing to Vincent to follow her.]

This is the second time you've come in this way hasn't it? Hell of a way to get a girl's attention Vincent.