Modesty Is Nonexistent (Cosplay Café)

Marschal Leigh glanced around at the café, red eyes taking in the building to make sure it was the correct one. Then again, the café had Cosplay Café as a big sign across the front of its building, so he was just being stupid about the whole ordeal. What with this being his third job only, he was still getting used to knowing that there were jobs all over the continent. The mage sighed and rubbed his eyes before glancing back at the other three mages that wanted to tag along for this. Cosplay Café. Exactly as it's name was, they were meant to dress up as something overly sexual as far as he knew. This was not going to go over well for him. This was not the kind of job that he wanted to be doing, but it paid well. Marschy swallowed and looked back at the café doors before walking forward and entering the building.

His choice of outfit? A normal waiter's outfit, with added cat ears, tail, and paws.

Marschal glanced back at Kaisto, a frown appearing on his lips at the casual chatter the other mage was making. How could he be so calm in such a situation as this one? Why was he so excited for wearing a costume at a place like this? From what he had heard, the owner of the café was a pervert and gay at that, so he would put them in skimpy clothing. He did not want to wear anything revealing at all, simply because he enjoyed his pants and shirt, and nothing cold. However, he could already imagine himself wearing something stupid and slutty, like a tight-skinned cat outfit. No, no, he would not approve of that at all, and would likely punch the lights out of the manager, but what could he do? Marschy sighed and looked away from Kaisto and ducked through the entrance, seeing as he was the tallest on there and the entrance was short.

"You'll have to speak with the manager to get your outfit; he's the one that provides them and decides what they are," he responded solemnly, never peeking over his shoulder to see Kaisto's reaction.

And for God's sake, they brought a parrot along. What good what a bird do on a mission like this one? It couldn't cook. It could only speak in a language he didn't understand. Marschal rubbed his eyes, scrunching his nose up in disgust at the trio that decided to tag with him on this trip. Maybe he should've just gone on his own; though it would have been difficult, he trusted himself in completing it. Plus, no one besides himself, the customers, and the manager would see the stupid outfit that the owner would put him in. Speaking of outfits, the owner handed him one has he entered and he grumbled a few distasteful words to the guy. So, he wandered off once he been given the items and to the men's bathroom to strip out of his clothes and into more embarrassing ones. Moments later, he was out of the bathroom and standing in the waiter's outfit, donned in the cat ears, tail, and paws.

His strange eyes wandered off to Lexa, who had entered the last of them, and was currently talking to the manager. Seeing the angry (if that was even the correct word to use at the time) face she was using toward the owner, the frown showed once more. Lexa was going to make things worse if she kept threatening people every which way, like the rest of them were babies she needed to protect. As far as he was concerned, he was not a baby and could handle his own, so he sauntered up to the older female. Yet he stood back just a bit as he watched her slice the bust of the manager's visage, rolling his eyes at her immaturity and overly dramatic action. "That was highly unnecessary, Lexa," Marschal informatively spoke to the mage, clearly displeased with her. "You are already ruining the job just by cutting that bust; you will have to pay for that afterward, I hope you know."

How the manager could deal with her so easily and yet still be intimidated was something beyond his comprehension. He would have been all over Lexa, angry at her for messing up an important decor of the Cosplay Café, which was unacceptable. However, he couldn't ponder over the action long enough, for he was sentenced off to wait on tables with customers. Another frustrated and exasperated sigh escaped his lips before he turned away from Lexa, the manager, and the others. Marschy was not ready to deal with them; thus, he figured handling customers would be a lot easier than them. Now, just where he was going to start, he wasn't all that certain because there were hundreds of customers there. Well, not hundreds exactly, but enough that it looked overwhelming and something he was, again, not ready to deal with.

ⒶⓀⒾ; recoded by Marshy