What was he supposed to do again? Work and keep everyone under control, but how the hell can he do that if he can't even control himself!? Ah, anger was rising. KEEPING CALM. ERROR. SYSTEM OVERLOAD. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Then the bakery exploded. Kiku shook his head for a little and slapped his face, he was the supervisor, the Kunazumi Yakuza was worse then this. If he was the heir, then a little anger wasn't gonna get him. Breathing in and breathing out, he looked up to see Sakaki waving to him. Not knowing the raven would want from him, until he saw doughnut fly through the air, moving back to catch it. It was squishy. Squishy, like the intestines of the bitch who decided to steal from him. Lifting an eyebrow just a little, he smiled. "Hahaha. A-arigatou, Watanabe-san, but I'm fine. I just have a headcahe." He then made a cup with his hands and brought it to his lips. Then Yuu came along, explaining that everything was done so he didn't have to worry. He liked Yuudai as rude and rough he might be, he was very reliable worker, unlike some of the others. "Ara? Are they? Thank you Kaito-san." Bowing a little, he walked around a little, the smiled, the store seemed to be going well.
Then didn't see the strawberry coulis still on the floor. Slip. "Aaaaah!" Everything seemed so slow, he see his life flashing before his eyes, the world was spinning he could see a white light coming towards him. Grandpa? His response was, "You're to young to do so go back to the bakery." with that he was back in reality. With a loud thud, he fell on to the tiled floor with wide eyes. What. The. Hell. Just. Happened?
He got his clothes sticky with the strawberry coulis, that was his favorite outfit! "Ow... Son of a-. I'm gonna get changed." Kiku said, obviously irritated. Going into the locker, he went to see if his spare clothes were there. Well, they were, his waiter clothes that is. Sighing, he discarded the other clothes and he put on the waiter outfit. One would argue that he could just wear the shirt and pants but he didn't. Walking out, a tad embarrassed he requested, "P-please, can you clean the coulis up...". Ah, the cuteness was too much, even for his standards.