Valentine's Day Mayhem: Blackberry Flavor
In which it is Valentine's Day, and Blackberry is furthering Manager's diabolical plots.
Rating: T
Being a costuming major has its advantages. For one thing I get to help Manager-san when he picks up crazy notions. The latest one is dressing up for holidays. It also ensures that the outfits I end up having to wear are tastefully designed and well color-coordinated. It’s Valentine’s Day today, one of the reasons I’m opening the café today. The other is so I can replace the ordinary uniforms in the locker room with the holiday specific ones.
Matching colors for a holiday theme is always slightly difficult, ours being such a wide array of not-pureblood-Japanese. For this particular uniform, I had to find the shades of pink everyone looks best in. Not an easy task. Schiffer, Kuchiki, Hisagi and myself all, very luckily, have pureblood Japanese coloring, so the four of us were easy to do, all shades of a medium-grade pink. No problem. Abarai was a little more difficult, as the particular crimson of his hair is slightly hard to match. Contrary to popular belief, not every shade of pink goes with red. In fact, the best shade is a very dark one. Hitsugaya wasn’t tricky at all; albino colorings have their advantages. He looks best in paler colors, so a nice almost icy pink suits him well. Jeagerjaques has never worn pink in his entire life, I’d wager, but looks best, with his decidedly Western coloring, in a shade of ashes-of-roses. Kurosaki was the hardest to match, as he is more of a true redhead, and everyone knows redheads don’t look good in pink. Luckily I found what must be the only shade of pink in existence to actually go with his hair. I consider myself lucky.
Hmmm. Yes, I think I would probably be dead if they figured out why I was opening today.
Ah well, life goes on. I will admit to a bit of anticipation, Kuchiki, Schiffer and Hitsugaya should be arriving soon for the morning rush.
Speak of the Devil and he shall come for you. There are Schiffer and Kuchiki now.
“Good morning,” I greeted politely. They nodded in greeting, but I was not offended. It’s just their way. I heard Hitsugaya come in the back way and hurried to the dressing room to catch their reactions. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.
I was not disappointed. Hitsugaya’s expression was especially humorous. He poked the fabric tentatively, as if it would bite him. The other two stared at the new uniforms with expressions of longsuffering disbelief. Hitsugaya immediately stormed out of the room, making a beeline for Manager-san’s office with murder in his face. All three of us turned towards the loudly-slammed door, thoroughly interested. I, of course, knew it would not work. We were going to have to wear the uniforms anyway, and I thought they were rather tastefully designed, having been the one to design them. There was the sounds of a badly-muffled, very loud argument, and Schiffer sighed and went to work. I followed example, as did Kuchiki.
Hitsugaya joined us a few minutes later looking thoroughly disgruntled. But he was wearing the uniform. I smiled internally at my excellent color choices, and went back to work.
Today would be a Good Day. Perhaps Inoue-san would even stop in. That would make it even better.
“Welcome, miss, to the Fruit Parlor Café. This way to your table, please.”
Rating: T
Being a costuming major has its advantages. For one thing I get to help Manager-san when he picks up crazy notions. The latest one is dressing up for holidays. It also ensures that the outfits I end up having to wear are tastefully designed and well color-coordinated. It’s Valentine’s Day today, one of the reasons I’m opening the café today. The other is so I can replace the ordinary uniforms in the locker room with the holiday specific ones.
Matching colors for a holiday theme is always slightly difficult, ours being such a wide array of not-pureblood-Japanese. For this particular uniform, I had to find the shades of pink everyone looks best in. Not an easy task. Schiffer, Kuchiki, Hisagi and myself all, very luckily, have pureblood Japanese coloring, so the four of us were easy to do, all shades of a medium-grade pink. No problem. Abarai was a little more difficult, as the particular crimson of his hair is slightly hard to match. Contrary to popular belief, not every shade of pink goes with red. In fact, the best shade is a very dark one. Hitsugaya wasn’t tricky at all; albino colorings have their advantages. He looks best in paler colors, so a nice almost icy pink suits him well. Jeagerjaques has never worn pink in his entire life, I’d wager, but looks best, with his decidedly Western coloring, in a shade of ashes-of-roses. Kurosaki was the hardest to match, as he is more of a true redhead, and everyone knows redheads don’t look good in pink. Luckily I found what must be the only shade of pink in existence to actually go with his hair. I consider myself lucky.
Hmmm. Yes, I think I would probably be dead if they figured out why I was opening today.
Ah well, life goes on. I will admit to a bit of anticipation, Kuchiki, Schiffer and Hitsugaya should be arriving soon for the morning rush.
Speak of the Devil and he shall come for you. There are Schiffer and Kuchiki now.
“Good morning,” I greeted politely. They nodded in greeting, but I was not offended. It’s just their way. I heard Hitsugaya come in the back way and hurried to the dressing room to catch their reactions. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.
I was not disappointed. Hitsugaya’s expression was especially humorous. He poked the fabric tentatively, as if it would bite him. The other two stared at the new uniforms with expressions of longsuffering disbelief. Hitsugaya immediately stormed out of the room, making a beeline for Manager-san’s office with murder in his face. All three of us turned towards the loudly-slammed door, thoroughly interested. I, of course, knew it would not work. We were going to have to wear the uniforms anyway, and I thought they were rather tastefully designed, having been the one to design them. There was the sounds of a badly-muffled, very loud argument, and Schiffer sighed and went to work. I followed example, as did Kuchiki.
Hitsugaya joined us a few minutes later looking thoroughly disgruntled. But he was wearing the uniform. I smiled internally at my excellent color choices, and went back to work.
Today would be a Good Day. Perhaps Inoue-san would even stop in. That would make it even better.
“Welcome, miss, to the Fruit Parlor Café. This way to your table, please.”