[Locked] FAKKU Café v5.2

Okie Dokie

*pats*

As usual. Hatsuname doing her thing, Royale doing his, Luin equal to himself.
And me sipping.



*catches and scratches back*

[color=#993300]BaAack

*timidly pushes a mug of coffee towards*
H-here...
*waves tail*

[color=#993300]Would you like some more? I've already had some. Got some beans from Madagascar recently, along with vanilla beans, if you'd like to try

What are vanilla beans?
*waves tail quizzically*

[color=#993300]Grind them up, mix with sugar, and you get the vanilla flavor!

*waves tail again*
I think I'd like to try. Please?
*holds mug up*

[color=#993300]*pours a fresh cup and pats* Good to see you again

Evening.

[color=#993300]Quite late for you isn't it?

No, usual time I appear.

[color=#993300]I meant just the time in general, nevertheless, welcome back. All things good?

*sips*
I've been moving around.

But I do seem to have missed,
how it felt to be blissed,
and rhyming my banter,
with a fantastic partner.

10PM?
Yeah I'm fine. You any better?

[color=#993300]It seems so, I musn't complain
But there are still things to settle that remain.
I can wait, I've settled myself
And turned to attending my loved one's health
10PM?


[color=#993300]It's really quite nice to have you around
Whenever I rhymed, I came back with a frown
But now that your back, let the folly resume
It seems like your skill has improved I presume.

Alas it seems my skills are amiss,
the rhymes come slowly, if not painfully,
and I only can nostalgically reminisce,
of my highschool years were I read poetry.

I had this teacher, of the name Spear,
a poetic soul, an artist, a queer,
that sought to teach us what he held the most dear,
a curriculum, a collection, a beauty to hear.

Poems of Frost, of Shakespeare, of Dickinsons,
of carriages lost, of paths and of seasons,
but that time is now gone, and I can only remember,
these poems I studied in my years tender.

Well you've settled at least.