[Dante’s customer is a digital native himself, and has been replying with stickers of angry robot animals. They’re all captioned, in Chinese, “hurry the fuck up” in varying degrees of crudeness.
The delivery address ends up being a Japanese crepes stand at the festival square, where crowds are already amassing in anticipation of the fireworks later that night. Yizhi’s method of raking in extra cash has him in collared shirt and bright pink vest to match the stand’s aesthetic; a fox hairpin is stuck through his half-updo, and his hair-ribbon is a white velvet one so the dangling ends vaguely resemble tails. Tamamo pride, and kawaii enough to be drawing in customers.]
About time!
[Yizhi hands a brightly-colored crepe off to a customer - passes a notepad of pending orders to the cook - then rushes out from behind the stand.]
Tough crowds today, Mr. Dante? I’m afraid I don’t have much to tip. [and why do you deserve it, Mr Eighteen-Minutes-Late] Have this.
[He takes his bento-and-drink set in one hand, and blows a kiss with the other. He’s been charging for it, you know. People actually pay extra for the server to wink at them. Wait a minute, this bag is kind of light…?
The moment the bag fully leaves Dante’s hand, Yizhi furrows his brow and squints.]
Door Dashing!
The delivery address ends up being a Japanese crepes stand at the festival square, where crowds are already amassing in anticipation of the fireworks later that night. Yizhi’s method of raking in extra cash has him in collared shirt and bright pink vest to match the stand’s aesthetic; a fox hairpin is stuck through his half-updo, and his hair-ribbon is a white velvet one so the dangling ends vaguely resemble tails. Tamamo pride, and kawaii enough to be drawing in customers.]
About time!
[Yizhi hands a brightly-colored crepe off to a customer - passes a notepad of pending orders to the cook - then rushes out from behind the stand.]
Tough crowds today, Mr. Dante? I’m afraid I don’t have much to tip. [and why do you deserve it, Mr Eighteen-Minutes-Late] Have this.
[He takes his bento-and-drink set in one hand, and blows a kiss with the other. He’s been charging for it, you know. People actually pay extra for the server to wink at them. Wait a minute, this bag is kind of light…?
The moment the bag fully leaves Dante’s hand, Yizhi furrows his brow and squints.]