Oficie[Doppo Kannonzaka]

Oficie[Doppo Kannonzaka]

02 Crossy-Road

17:30

The day is finally over and your seemingly endless duties are done. With it now being time to clock out and relax. You began waving a gentle goodbye to your colleagues when the elevator door beeped and out came the man you’ve been waiting for.

"Ready to go to the cafè Doppo?". You eagerly asked the now ever-tired man.

"Yes, I just have to clock out first." You nodded and scrolled through media while waiting for him to return.

He walked back and the two of you headed for the station.

"Ah! Y'know I always wanted to open my own coffee shop." You said taking your previous seat on the empty train.

"What's stopping you [f/n] ?"

"I guess I'm just scared of failure also I don't have a place to start the shop so..y’know.”

"Hm.." You sat in an excruciating silence until the train stopped. "Cmon let's go get that coffee!" You snatched his hand and dragged him out the train.

18:26

"I'm going to get hot chocolate this time and a strawberry shortcake! And you?" You asked gesturing towards the red-head.

"Um I'll get the same thing." He said to the worker with a shake in his voice. Perhaps he was nervous?

"Alright, two hot chocolates and two shortcakes strawberry style." The laid back worker lazily repeated back to you both.

"Yep that’s all!" With confirmation the worker turned around to get started.

"Let's just wait." He walked over to a table slouched. Looking over at you playing on your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked tiredly. "I'm playing crossy road. Why? Did you wanna try?"

"Sure."

You handed him the phone to play with a slight graze of one another’s fingers. Ignoring the small gesture his eyes fixated on the screen. And within a second he got the adorable animal ran over.

"This is fun." He quipped with a weird smile. "Um your not supposed to get run over Doppo..."

"Oh, sorry." He handed the phone back. Just then the waiter came bearing your orders and setting them down on the table.

"Thank you!" You bowed with gratitude for the food. Doppo had just nodded in agreement before sipping the familiar coffee from earlier.

"Y'know Doppo you should download the game if you like it so much." You took a piece with your fork from the cake.

"I thought I was playing it wrong [f/n]." He slightly tilted his head with confusion.

"I mean yeah, but, you can't expect to follow the rules all the time."

"Alright what was the app called?"

"Crossy road!"

"Ok it's downloading now." He placed his phone on the table revealing the download progress. "Ah that was good I'm full!" You sulked at the disappearance of the cake.

"Are you sad that you can't eat anymore?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"I mean yeah. I bought these tasty watermelon ice pops but I'm not gonna force eat it that ruins the experience!" You got up from the table.

"Hm I guess I wouldn't know. I don't really eat much." He opened the door for you both. "You don't say Mr.Eyebags." You pulled on his coat.

"Office work is tiring y'know especially for the nightshift workers." He said in effort to excuse his lifestyle choices.

"I wouldn't know! I get a full 2hours and 32 minutes and with the help of face masks and an assortment of teas I don't look like a zombie!" You glowed.

"I-" He cut himself off not knowing what or how to respond to that.

"I would walk you back home Doppo but I gotta water my plants and get some more work done." You begrudgingly confessed to him.

"It's alright I'll see you tomorrow on the train right?" He hopeful for once. "Oh yeah of course my ever-deprived friend, see ya!"

You waved him bye before closing the outer door and skipping to your apartment door. "Ah my lovely plants I'm home! Oh, right you don't talk.."

You tossed your bag on the small couch and laid on the bed you loved so much.

Oh and about that work? Fuck it. We both know that will not be getting done in a timely manner.

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