《Father Laff AU (Socksfor1) Volume 1》Moving on (Part Three)
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Here's one more before I go to bed before work.
Feast my children xD)
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Kneading the dough for bread, Laff hummed to himself as he worked in the kitchen in the back of the bakery. He was the only one on staff today with Joocie working on studying business etiquette on the main floor, and business was relatively slow so Laff could relax for the time being and make more of his famous 'Laff Loafs' since when they are in a rush it was most likely one of the first few things gone. He stopped kneading the dough by hand to move over to the oven and take out the batch that was baking.
Joocie was chewing on the end of his pen as he read his book, struggling to maintain focus since he kept remembering about Tbh while trying to read. He let out a shaky sigh as the bell rang when the door opened. Two people walked in and started looking around the display cases as Joocie couldn't help but feel like he had seen the two before. One of them was wearing a white tee with a flame embroidered on the chest pocket and dark brown slacks, smoothing back his fluffy charcoal black hair as he was looking at the pastry display. The other was wearing red glasses and a light blue hoodie paired with black skinny jeans, having shorter and more well-kept chocolate brown hair.
After a few moments, Joocie quickly got up quietly and walked over, clearing his throat as he pushed his hair behind his shoulders "um, excuse me?" The duo turned around to look at Joocie as he looked surprised "I thought you two looked familiar, aren't you-"
" and ?" The elder answered for him in a British accent and chuckled "yeah, we weren't expecting anyone to recognize us though." Sapnap laughed silently as Joocie turned red from embarrassment, subconsciously running a hand through his hair "ah well sorry for creeping up on you two gents, but I had to be sure." He laughed nervously and cleared his throat, reluctantly extending a hand out to the two. "My name is Joocie, I'm somewhat of a Minecraft YouTuber myself." Sapnap smiled and took his hand, shaking it "ah you are?"
"Well, I try to be. I used to play a lot of Rainbow Six Siege before I started doing among us videos with a friend of mine." Joocie reluctantly admitted before taking his hand back after a few seconds "but I've been rather busy with personal matters at the moment. So I haven't uploaded as much as I would have liked." He added, subconsciously speaking in a much more noticeable British accent himself. Sapnap's eyes widened a bit as he groaned quietly "dear god you're British as well?"
George looked at him with fake hurt as Joocie snickered quietly, bringing out more of his accent "Well what's wrong with being British love? I find it a quite charming way to speak to a lass or gent." George kept looking at Sapnap as he fake pouted "and I thought you loved the way I talked love~" He said softly in a British accent as well as Sapnap looked flustered at this point. "UM-C-Could I get someone's help please!?" He called out behind the counter as Laff came speedwalking out. He saw the three and smiled warmly " 'Ello there gentlemen! Welcome to the Heavenly Goods bakery! What could I get you two mates?" Laff spoke automatically in his British accent.
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"GOD THERE ARE THREE OF THEM."
Both George and Joocie started chuckling as Laff looked lost. Joocie looked at Laff and chuckled quietly "ah we were having fun at Sapnap's expense since we both come from England." Laff quickly got it and chuckled quietly himself, looking over at Sapnap "well I apologize for adding onto the gang-up. So what brings the famous Sapnap and the famous Georgenotfound to my place of business?" George turned around and walked over to Laff with a soft smile "well we were walking from Starbucks down the block and I couldn't help but be drawn to this place."
"I believe that would be the pumpkin scones we've been making recently since it will be fall soon. I was told it tends to bring people in without them even knowing what brought them here." Laff answered as he leaned against the display case "would that be what you two want or?" Sapnap had recovered from being super flustered as he walked over, clearing his throat "Actually, I am more interested in what that amazing smell is." Laff chuckled at this and stood up straight "ah well that would be my own creation I added to the bakery! My special 'Laff Loafs', I had just baked a fresh batch if you two would like to try some."
Sapnap looked suddenly intrigued. "Free samples?" Laff chuckled softly at this and disappeared into the back "Ah not always! But since it's just the two of yous I could spare a few pieces." Joocie walked back over to where his book was as he placed his pen at his place and closed it "so is it just the two of you or is someone gonna join you two?" Sapnap turned to look at him and leaned back onto the display case to make himself look cool "oh we were with Dream back at Starbucks but he decided to hang back once George wanted to come here." Joocie chuckled quietly and ran his hand through his hair, a nervous tic he had "ah it's probably a good idea Dream didn't come in; I'd probably faint from shock." he admitted as Sapnap chuckled "yeah well he is very handsome so I wouldn't blame you." He laughed as Laff came back from the back of the bakery.
"Please don't lean." Laff immediately deadpanned to Sapnap, making him quickly stand up and muttering 'sorry' under his breath. Laff smiled softly regardless and set down a small tray with a few pieces of loaves placed on top "anyway, here you go!" The duo each took one and said a variant of "thanks" to Laff as Joocie walked over. "Hey Laff, did Mr.Beast invite you to the party tonight too?" Laff looked at him dumbfounded and shrugged softly "I'm not sure, I haven't checked my phone since break." Sapnap let out a soft 'heh' as George looked absolutely amazed, having taken a bite of the piece of loaf "Me, George, and Dream were!"
Laff shrugged again at that and looked at Joocie "I suppose I was, I'll check in a bit. Were you?" He questioned as Joocie nodded, sighing quietly "yeah, but even if me and Charlie weren't busy tonight I-...I wouldn't have gone." Laff looked confused as he motioned Joocie to come around the counter so their conversation could be quieter for the two who were absolutely amazed by the samples. "Why?" Laff asked quietly once Joocie came over, the taller one rubbing his arm nervously and turning away "...b-because he and Blaza were invited to, Blaza just tweeted about it..."
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Oh, Tbh and Blaza were gonna be there...
-Oh .- Laff thought as he sighed heavily.
Sipping his cocoa, a very familiar masked man in a lime green hoodie and black dress pants sat at the small table outside the Starbucks. Dream was scrolling through his phone, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and his cocoa as his two boyfriends were checking out a small bakery close by. He couldn't be bothered nor wanted to be tempted to buy something with loads of sugar when he's already having something with that and caffeine so he opted to stay behind and catch up with George and Sapnap once they were done.
He couldn't help but be lost in the downward spiral of checking Twitter as he enjoyed the calm, almost atmosphere around him. Bringing himself out of mindlessly scrolling, he glanced up to really notice the melody that was surrounding him. It sounded so calm, peaceful, and like it was made from the medieval days because let's be honest that shit slaps. It felt; familiar somehow. And it sounded like it was close by. Pondering on whether or not to get up, he eventually stood up and started following the sound, hoping it wasn't too far from Starbucks and wouldn't get lost. Thankfully, it sounded like it was around the corner and he could hear what was being sung more clearly.
"La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la
Ooh-ooh (la)"
Dream soon rounded the corner as he saw a small stage on the side of the road with a small crowd of people around it, the person on the stage sitting on a stool and playing an acoustic guitar. He took a couple of steps closer and almost froze upon seeing the person playing, dropping his cocoa as his mask showed an expression of pure anxiety. The person on stage was wearing a white ruffled shirt and light brown khakis, his brown hair in a long pink braid. It looked like the man was-
"Blood is the only way
(Paint the blue skies red)
Injustice I'll repay
Leave them out for dead."
Dream had quickly ripped off his mask and rubbed his eyes before putting it back on, looking back up towards the stage as the crowd started clapping once the song ended. The man still had the white ruffled shirt and brown khakis but had dark blonde hair instead of brown/pink braided hair, didn't wear fake pointed ears, and had black steel toe boots instead of piglin ones.
Oh, good...it wasn't Techno. But even still that fact hurt Dream's soul; it had been an entire month or so since his death so why couldn't he...
He was brought out of his trance when the performer waved to the crowd and disappeared behind the small stage, the crowd started to disperse as Dream quickly started walking over to the stage. He pushed past a few people before he eventually made it to the back of the stage where the man was putting on a maroon jacket and changing his shoes to tennis shoes "um, hello?" The man quickly perked up and turned to look at Dream with a surprised look "gah!...Oh, hello! Enjoy the show?" He chirped as Dream rubbed the back of his head "Y-yeah...I'm sorry to have come running up but you-"
"Looked a lot like The Blood god himself on stage and singing a song artist CG5 made for him? Yeah." The man giggled and stood up after changing his shoes "I was told I look a LOT like whoever I'm playing as on stage, it's a natural talent of mine." Dream was staring at him surprised as his mouth was gapped open. The man chuckled softly at this "sorry for asking your question and then answering for you, but as I said; I do get that a LOT." He picked up a duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder "you should have come earlier and that claim would have been proven to you quickly. I would love to stick around to chat but I gotta bounce."
Dream shook his head softly and snapped out of his trance, looking at the man "Oh-uh, okay. What is your name by the way..? And i-is there any chance I could see any other shows you put on?" The man looked at him and smiled brightly "I always have a show every month at the universities theater hall! In fact-" He reached into his jacket and pulled out a crumpled theater schedule, handing it over to Dream "this is this semester's list of shows I am performing in if you'd ever like to come!" He picked up his books and started running "I really got to go so I'll catch you later!"
"WAIT YOUR NAME!?" Dream quickly called after as the man turned around while still running, shouting back; "MY NAME'S XANDAR! !! I PROMISE WE WILL TALK IF YOU COME TO MY SHOWWWW!!" Xandar quickly turned the corner and sprinted away, leaving Dream by the stage with the scheduel in his hands, still mentally processing what had happened.
Unbenonced to him, he was being watched from one of the rooftops. Syce glared down at him from the ledge of a bank and ducked behind the big clock on the top of the roof. He smirked to himself as he pulled out his phone; ""
(I got a job tomorrow so have a good night/ good day!)
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