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The wind blew heavily, trees swaying due to the dauntless assault of the wind whipping the mosaic of golden, red, and brown leaves. The cats sat perched up on the windows, looking through at the passerbys that strolled past the cafe. Two lovers stood at the door hand in hand, their breath leaving behind puffs of warmer air. One of the cats meowed, pawing at the window. The one with what looked like mascara running down his face just grinned, cooing at the cat from beyond the window, talking to it as if it was a baby. Objectively, aren't all cats just babies? He tugged cross's hand, eagerly dragging him inside and into the much warmer atmosphere of the cafe. It was nice and cozy, the smell of baked goods completely filled the room, there were little hints of something sweet or something cinnamon-y, some stuff smelled bitter, like the coffee grounds that were kept in a little bucket decorated with stickers of all kinds, likely that these stickers had been traded to the owner of the cafe and he had just been adding them onto the bucket. There were just so many stickers on that one little bucket, he's been layering them on for ages.
Killer hummed, crouching down besides the cat that had perched itself on the window sill, offering up a gloved hand to the cat. He had trusted cross to find them a seat; He didn't mind ordering, he'd greet the cats for right now. They were in no rush, just simply going to hangout for a while. Cross had found themselves a seat, it was near the windows and was generally tucked away from the rest of the tables, best for if the place gets crowded and they don't want to be too close to nosy spectators.
Once done messing with the cats, killer joined cross at the table, watching as ccino, the owner, made his way on over to their table to take their order.
"Hello, welcome to the cafe, are you ready to order or would you like some more time?" Ccino was always polite, there really was no rush, the cafe wasn't really all that popular anyways, bittersweet in its own way.
Killer just grinned, waving it off. "Yep, I'm ready to order!" He and cross usually got the same stuff over and over again, although killer was known to tweak his order in the slightest bits of things. Cross? Not so much, his was always the same: hot chocolate, extra chocolate. Although, it is entertaining to watch killer blab his order, it always used lots of words and killer was.. really precise- at this point ccino knew killer by his name..and probably the cats too.
Cross zoned out, staring at killer, fuzzy feelings pricking his insides as killer blabbed to ccino his little experiment of an order. He tried to bury his face in his turtleneck, blush dusting his face. Killer was way too observant, smirking as he leaned in closer to cross.
"What's on your mind cross?" He hooked an arm around cross, a soft kiss being lent to cross.
Cross just smiled, nuzzling killer's cheek. "Nothing, I just love you.." yeah, they may both die early, they're both reckless like that, but cross truly felt loved with killer.
Eventually their orders came, by eventually we mean like 3 minutes later, considering ccino didn't have much staff, luckily most people who visited were patient. [Asides from nightmare] Killer took a sip from his coffee, humming, this combination of stuff did taste good, although he'd probably try adding strawberry syrup to it next time. "You want a sip?"
Cross didn't mind sharing stuff- he's kissed this man so he's pretty sure they've already shared germs before so it's not life ending. He'd nod, reaching out to take a sip, only for killer to kiss him. It was extremely sweet- not in the way chocolate was- just, kinda yucky. He flustered, pulling away and sticking out his tongue. "Ew- I don't like it- how do you drink that-?" Killer's taste buds always confused him, although he was pretty sure killer burnt them all off with how he refuses to wait for his food to cool down before taking a bite.
"It's a acquired taste, kind of like you! I didn't like you at first buttt when I did get to talk to you more I did keep coming back, didn't I?" He rested his hand on cross's cheek, the other hand petting one of the cats that had nuzzled his leg.
A smile broke onto cross's expression, leaning his face more into killer's hand, enjoying the warmth that he gives him. Killer was odd, but weren't they all? Nobody is truly ever normal.. although, cross did love how killer can be so.. cheesy? Flirtatious? Maybe both, all he knew is that it always sends his knees buckling whenever killer gave teasing little shoves or when killer would wrap his arms around him after a long day, he'd be too exhausted and he knew he'd fall into killer's arms. Maybe he was a little too much of a romantic, but cross truly believed that killer would be his soulmate, his husband, everything, maybe they really would grow old together, maybe they'll have kids or own so many cats, what is a home without cats?
Sometimes, killer did think of stealing the cats from here, he'll leave nightmare and maybe even work here and he and cross would be free..and safe, they'd finally be done with all the problems they had, the only problems they could possibly have would be something small like if they forgot to buy groceries or if they needed a job. Whatever it was, killer did really want to stay with cross until they both died, he may not have immortality but he will try to be less reckless for cross.
