He is washing some of the machines after the lid of the blender piped off while he was making someone a banana-strawberry smoothie. He hears the door open and looks back.
"Hala, amigo!" Mexican Dream says walking over to the counter.
"What is it this time, big man?" He asks preparing for the technical correct but infuriating words.
"Why do y'all guys use paper money instead of coins." Mexican Dream asks.
"We use coins." He says, dirty eyeing the expresso machine.
"But that's cents, the useless stuff!"Mexican Dream screeches.
"It's a government thing." He says, starting to clean the counter.
"Well I will have my usual please!"Mexican Dream says, going to take a seat.
He gets done cleaning the scattered smoothie bits before going to the display shelf.
He uses some tongs to grab a pan dulce. He raps it up in some brown paper, putting it into a paper bag with the cafe logo on it.
"Pan dulce for Mexican Dream!" He calls out, putting the bag on the pick up counter.
"Aye, gracias amigo!" Mexican Dream says, taking the bag.
"Your welcome Spanish telutuby." He says, with a slight smile on his face.
"Not a telutuby man!" Mexican Dream says, leaving the cafe.
"That guy is weird." The voice say.
"Y'all are one to talk." He says, going and grabbing his bag.
He checks his phone seeing a message. He clicks on it.
Niki :"Not going to be there again so just close up early" He reads.
He hears pecking on the glass and looks over. Standing outside pecking the glass is a crow. He walks over opening the door.
"Hey little guy, what you doing 'er. He says, kneeling down to get a better look of the small bird.
The crow flys over his head into the cafe.
"You want some food?" He asks in a joking manner.
The crow places a $10 that it was holding on the counter and flys to the back. He laughs a bit at the oddity of the situation.
He walks to where the crow went. He sees the crow pecking at loof of bread on display.
"Yah trying to buy a thing of bread?" He says, bewildered.
To his surprise the crow looks back at him and nods it's head.
"I'm going to assume your a familiar considering your intelligence. He says, grab the tongs to pick up the loof of bread. Come on let me put this in a bag for you."
He grabs the bread doing the same thing he did with Mexican Dream's pan dulce. He sets the bag on the counter picking up the $10 and putting it in the register.
"There you go little fella!" He says, seeing the crow happily pick up the bag.
He goes and opens the door letting the crow fly out before he closes it. That was the weirdest costumer he has ever severed.
That would have made a good story to tell Tubbo. He shakes his head. No time to be thinking about Tubbo.
"You could tell Wilbur and Techno!" The voices say.
"Yah I guess they are pretty close to me".
"Y'all are like brothers."
"Keep telling y'all selves that." He chuckles at the voices antics of trying to make him think of the two twins as his brothers.
He hears pecking at the door again. He turns to see a whole murder of crows. He opens the door looking at a familiar crow pecking at some bread in a bag.
"What's this, brought every crow in the city because I sold you some bread?" He says, giggling.
The crow lifts it's head out of the bag and stairs at him.
"Oh fuck off, leave scram!" He says, waving his arms around.
He crow decides to do the complete opposite and flys up and lands on his shoulder.
"Ayh get off!" He screams shaking to try to get the crow off.
He doesn't shake that violently so he doesn't hurt the bird. Some of the other crows start cawing at him. Some imitating laughs.
"My flock seems to like you." Some one says from his side.
He flings himself around finally scaring off the crow. He comes face to face with The Angle of Death, or for short Angle. He jumps back looking at the crows surrounding him.
"Holy shit man, this is your flock." He says, still to shocked to realize this is someone that can kill him in the blink of an eye with just their clawed hands.
They stand there for a few minutes while he gets his mind together.
"Wait holy shit your Angle." He says, jumping back.
"Indeed I am." Angle says, seeming to be humored by him.
"The fuck is Deaths Angle doing out of richy rich vill." He asks, looking around for anyone watching.
"Blade said their was a person of interest around these parts so I was seeing if I could find them."
Angle looking around.
"I doubt there's anyone that would be of interest to y'all here and if there was they are probably a heroes dog". He barks out, cringing a bit at calling himself a heroes dog.
"The syndicate can deal with that." Angle says, like he knows everything.
"If the hero found out the person would probably be killed or given to the hero community and I doubt that would be pretty." He says, remembering Dream telling him stories of what happened when someone worked with villains.
Angles feathers twitch at hearing that.
"You seem to know a lot more about this then a normal person should." Angle says, the air becoming heavy.
His vision blears and he sees Dream in Angles place. He feels his body shake. He starts to hear static and he thinks he starts to move. Everything if foggy.
"M'sorry, m'sorry, m'sorry m'sorry, please forgive me Dream." He mutters, realizing he is sitting down and there's someone touching him.
"Calm down Theseus your safe, your safe. The voices say in a light voice. Your flock has you."
He doesn't fully understand what the last part was in his haste to try to even out his breathing so he could get a full grasp on what's happening around him. He hears someone's voice.
"Hey, hey it's ok mate sorry I pushed to far". He hears Angle say.
"Fuck off you over grown parakeet!" He snaps, trying to back away but just digging his back farther into the wall.
He blinks away the fog in his vision. Angle is a few inches in front of him. He stumbles to his feet and backs away. He sees he ended up running to the ally by the cafe.
"You did what you came here to do now fuck off." He says, trying to rile up the anger from a few seconds pryer.
"Ok mate, but I will see you again." Angle says, taking off to the sky's.
He huffs a bit feeling the exhaustion of having a panic attack. He stays in the ally a bit to fully get his breathing sorted out before walking to the closet tube line.
He is on his way to the tube line when his phone rings. He picks it up to decline the call to see there's no decline button. He looks at the caller ID and finds out why.
It's Sam calling.
"Hello Tommyinnit here, why the fuck are you calling me, if you don't remember we don't work together anymore." He says in a sarcastic voice.
"Hey Tommy I need your help with something." Sam says.
"As I said we don't work together anymore so I can do little to help you." He says.
"Well Tubbo may have got married and someone may have reminded him of the fact he promised you that you would be his best man and to put it short Tubbo is seeing how stupid it was to fire you.
Sam say and he realized why Sam needed his help. "Well sorry big man but I have already tipped to much into heroes and villains and I am hocked to villain." He says, knowing Sam can read through the lines of his speech and find that there's a debt that needs to be paid.
"Poor villain, owning a debt to you." Sam says.
"Well Sam lovely chatting with yah but I got big man thing to do." He says.
"Well don't want to keep you from whatever underground thing you got yourself into." Sam says with a hint of sass.
He hangs up putting his phone in his bag. Tubbo really forgives him huh. That will take some time to get used to.