_{^{“        What have I done this time?”}}

_{^{{ bxkaku }}}

     W_{^{hat hadn’t he done? Belligerence flounders in a no-man’s land of hostile reprieve. After all, simplicity beckons no easier task than what she’s provided for him. Truly. And for him to fail at even this? She begins to wonder how he made it past infancy and swaddle. It’s a gift her Manager had offered upon him, a boon of whimsy – lick your wounds, keep healthy, and stay alive. So much as the fates would allow such things. And after the ordeal with … Well, she seethes to think of such a perverse glutton's behavior, teeth gritting against worn cheek.}}  

     _{^{Nary a soul could blame her for rearing on him, chattering vile chord, whilst vocal chords hum in vitriolic boil. Except for the customers. For their sake, she brings her bubbling ire to a simmer, growling out an irritated timbre.}} 

                _{^{❝Besides breaking our only espresso machine
                 and checking off the wrong order of beans?
                 Nothing. You’ve done absolutely nothing.
                 Which might have been preferable all along. ❞}}

      _{^{Her fingers nearly shatter porcelain cup between such dexterous digits. Did he really have to work here to earn his keep? U g h .}}