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Take A Sip From My Cup Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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Summary: Double Trouble, with some new faces. Or maybe... Quadruple Trouble?

Notes: 3,059 words. yaay more friends are here! more stuff was supposed to happen in this chapter, but then it got long lol. Again, everyone is human in this, but some folks might have small features like ears. For funsies

They were being visited by their boss, which was generally the worst part of any given night it happened on. It was bad enough they had to stick around after closing, but it would be horrible enough any time. While strictly speaking Myotismon was just there to check their books, it didn’t stop him from making his opinion known on other matters.

“I just don’t understand why you let him wear that.”

“Our store is called Cup of Coffin ,” drawled Gatomon. “Customers think he’s just being on theme.”

Other matters usually being Wizardmon’s hat.

“It’s unprofessional! Do you want to make me look like a fool?”

Gatomon looked like she was trying very, very hard to not drag Myotismon’s own much louder outfit through the dirt. For his part Wizardmon was “cleaning” a machine and not getting involved.

“He seems too sad when he doesn’t have it, “ Garomon settled on instead. “The customers complained.”

That wasn’t true.

Wizardmon was fairly certain it wasn’t true.

“If you must,” Myotismon sighed. “Though I don’t see why you insisted on hiring this criminal to begin with.”

Once again Gatomon looked like she was debating the point on refuting, for the umpteenth time, that there were in fact zero charges against him and also this was a mafia front .

“Did you have something you came for?” she asked. “Sir.”

“Watch your tone,” Mytotismon said, disdainful. “But yes, I do have another order of business. I’m transferring Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon back to this location.”

Wizardmon stopped pretending not to listen and joined Gatomon in staring blankly at their employer.

“Did we do something wrong, sir?”

“ Gatomon ,” Wizardmon hissed at her.

“They’ve merely… struggled. In the other locations. Despite your disdain for them this seems the best place for their final chance.”

It was hard to tell how true this was. The teens were very… rambunctious. Wizardmon didn’t particularly have a problem with them personally, but as someone who had to work with them? It was putting it lightly to say they were bad at their jobs. On the other hand, though, it was well-known (due to their loose lips) they were supposed to report right back to Myotismon about what different locations were up to. Keeping everyone in check through blatant surveillance. This could be Myotismon showing he thought he needed to keep an eye on them.

“I don’t want them in my shop,” said Gatomon, bluntly.

“Well that’s unfortunate then, isn’t it?” grinned Myotismon sharply. “Because it isn’t your shop. It’s mine. And if I hear more complaints I will not continue to be so lenient with you, understand?”

Gatomon glared at him. “Understood.”

All smiles again. “Excellent! I must be on my way, but you can expect the other two back tomorrow. I’m sure you won’t disappoint.”

With that he turned, coat flaring dramatically, and left through the back door.

“Ugh,” said Gatomon, watching through a window as he peeled away. “He’s such a creep. Why do you think he’s sending those idiots back to us now ? I thought you were checking the numbers.”

“I have been,” responded Wizardmon, finally creeping into the light to join her. “I suspect he may have actually been telling the truth.”

“Not that I don’t believe those two would run out of their parent’s reputation to spoil… but still. It makes me nervous.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to be worried about.”

“You’re just saying that because they like you. Euugh, as if this place couldn’t get any worse.”

“Now! I’m sure you’ll come to appreciate the extra help,” Wizardmon assured. “They must’ve learned something by now.”

“They’ve been run out by every other manager possible, Myotismon said it himself.”

“Yes- well. We’re…” less murderous, “nicer than the other places.”

“I’m not nice about anything.”

“You try very hard to believe that.”

Gatomon glared at him blearily. “Don’t try your feelings nonsense on me, Wizardmon. It’s far too late for that.”

He wasn’t trying anything with feelings. It was a fact. But there wasn’t much he could say to that.

“Speaking of late,” he said, sliding away the last of his cleaning supplies away and out of view, “I believe it is time we head out for the night.”

“You can’t avoid work that easily. We still need to take accounts for the night.”

“Rest is important.” It was always good to appeal to her desire to nap. And also true. Wizardmon glanced meaningfully towards the door, “especially after dealing with something like that.”

Gatomon laughed. A nice victory. “I see what you mean. But first-”

She pointed to the brewer he’d been “cleaning”, eyebrow raised with a smirk. Wizardmon sighed. He deserved that.

- - - - -

If there was nothing else about Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon, they were creative.

Wizardmon had arrived at work the next morning to find an already beleaguered Gatomon gesturing towards the young teens and the instruction he was to show them the ropes. Nevermind they had worked there previously and had worked at other locations in all the time since. They would need it. Especially if it kept them away from Gatomon.

He took in their enthusiastic demeanors with a bit of hope that at least they would be a fun kind of chaos. Over their uniform, Pumpkinmon wore a large green scarf clearly meant to double as a cape, as well as a headband meant to look like an axe sticking out their head. Gotsumon initially appeared more understated, with a simple pink dress under their apron, but as you took them in further you began to notice the rocks strung in bracelets, necklaces, and even earrings hanging from their already rocklike little ear nubs. Wizardmon suspected that, despite Gatomon’s insistence it was solely because of him, they liked working at this location in large part because Gatomon had a very loose stance on dress code. Not that she would accept the idea they didn’t approach her with an attitude besides torment.

Luckily enough, their eagerness held as he reviewed the layout of the building with them, as well as an overview of different responsibilities. They were very enthusiastic about the idea of using the oven, which admittedly worried him especially given his stressing to them that it was from the previous owners of the building and they didn’t really use it anymore. While they were the location that tended to stay open the latest, meaning more food served, it was still just the usual Cup of Coffin pre-packaged stuff, and the most they did was warm it.

“Can we use the warmer ?!” Pumpkinmon insisted whilst staring at him intently.

Wizardmon briefly entertained the idea of sticking them on cleaning duty where they were far less likely to set anything on fire, but the distant, semi-blocked out memory of what happened when these two were given a mop bucket was impossible to fully forget.

“You can work the counter,” he finally decided, giving in. “Cashier and pastries, but just place items into the machine,” he instructed, “and remove them after they exit. Adjusting the settings will be unnecessary.”

“What if something gets stuck in there?”

“Tongs. Or come to me for assistance. Now Gotsumon-” was staring very intently at the various hot water machines. Which they were beautifully eager and… creative with. Perhaps a bit much to start with. “You will also be at the counter but more specifically restocking. Do you remember where storage is?”

“Across from Gatomon’s office but don’t talk to her!”

“Excellent. I will be making drinks, so I will be close if I am needed. If we have enough customers this morning to require your assistance I trust you can step in, but I will review more with you later.”

The pair saluted at him. He paused to consider this. He saluted back.

- - - - -

The day was going fairly well all things considered. Their store was smaller than most of the other Cup of Coffin locations (as evidenced by usually managing with just Wizard and Gatomon), and Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon were managing fairly well, if not a bit distracted, aided by having previous experience with their operations. They’d even managed to say most people’s actual names instead of just making fun ones up. Most. After the morning rush Gatomon finally decided to wander back up front as Wizardmon was re-familiarizing Pumpkin and Gotsumon with their particular protocol.

“Gatomon,” Wizardmon hailed, “have you come around?”

“No,” Gatomon responded flatly, surveying their newest additions. “Though I must say you’re doing considerably better than I expected.”

“Thank you boss lady!” called Pumpkinmon.

Gotsumon chimed in with a wink- “we won’t disappoint you! You’re the funnest place to work at!”

“Plus the big boss said we’re fully fired if we mess this one up…”

Gatomon sighed deeply. “Someone needs to teach you two about inspiring confidence in your leaders…”

“They are progressing quite well,” Wizardmon joined in. “I must say their skills have improved in the last few months.”

The teens beamed. “That’s because we have a great best bud Wizardmon!! He’s gonna help all our great ideas!”

“Don’t corrupt my employee,” grimaced Gatomon. “I need him.”

Wizardmon smiled to himself at that. She needed him. For work, but still.

“Employee? That’s a weird way to talk about your best friend!! ”

“He’s not-” Gatomon cut herself off with a groan, clearly not ready to explain again that the reason they always seemed to be together was that the teens only ever saw them at work. There was a ding from the front door signalling someone entering, and she turned towards the noise eagerly as an exit from the conversation.

Her face immediately dropped as she saw who was walking in.

“ Distract them ,” she hissed, pushing Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon towards Wizardmon.

“Gatomon-”

“You’re good with kids! Make balloon animals or something!”

“You can make balloon animals!?”

Wizardmon surveyed the situation, then decided it would be best to just deal with this calmly. He instructed the young pair firmly: “follow me,” then headed to the back.

“Who was that?” asked Gotsumon as they made it past the doors.

“Yeah- she must be scary to make Gatomon act like that!” added Pumpkinmon.

“Just a tricky customer,” said Wizardmon. The pair may not be the best spies, but he still wasn't going to give them too much information to bring back to Myotismon, unexpected as it may be.

“So what? At least that would be interesting,” whined Pumpkinmon. “And you don’t even actually have balloons.”

“Ah but I will!” he responded. “Next weekend when you have shifts again. If…”

“If…?”

“If you can stay back here for five minutes without peeking or breaking anything.”

Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon shared an intense look before turning back to him. “Agreed!”

Good, because he hadn’t made any promises about distracting himself.

Wizardmon carefully tucked himself through the doors to quietly watch what was happening, disappointed to find exactly what he had expected- Gatomon just barely not arguing with her younger cousin, Kari.

“I’m not asking you to consider anything! Just call , we’re family!” Kari was insisting, Gatomon pointedly preparing a drink with her back to her.

“I have nothing to talk about.”

“Aw c’mon we both know that’s not true. It doesn’t have to be work related.”

“Your drink,” said Gatomon, stiffly, practically shoving a hot mocha and receipt into Kari’s hands.

Kari stopped, sighing before setting the drink down, pulling out a pen , and scribbling something on the receipt. Then she picked the drink back up, pushing the piece of paper towards Gatomon as she turned to leave.

“If you change your mind. You don’t have to talk about- about Witchelny. I just want to talk to you.”

With that, she was out the door.

Gatomon walked up to the counter, staring blankly at the receipt. “I know you’re lurking in the shadows, Wizardmon.”

“You’re avoiding her,” he said, stepping out into the room.

“I’m just living, she’s the one chasing me. And I don’t remember asking for your opinion.

He didn’t take that personally. He hadn’t heard most of what they were discussing, but Witchelny? That made her sore.

“That wasn’t an opinion.”

“Was there a reason you came out here? Or was it just eavesdropping?”

Yes. Because he was her friend, and she was distressed, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Not that he could tell her that.

He pointed towards the back door instead. “To see if you were ready for them to come back out.”

Gatomon sighed. “Fine. I can only imagine what will happen if they stay out of our sight for too long.”

The day was pretty calm after that… technically. Gatomon was even more irritated at Pumpkin and Gotsumon than usual, but stayed up front and busy. Not surprising given, well, Kari. And more importantly, Witchelny. That’s what this coffee shop used to be, back when Gatomon’s family owned it. Before Myotismon came through and bought out or pushed out everyone else. Wizardmon had never seen Witchelny. He only even knew about it because Myotismon brought it up as a taunt once.

He wanted to bring it up to her, check in at least, but that was a bit difficult with the teens still running around, not to mention doing their jobs. He settled for keeping an eye out as the afternoon faded, doing his best to be as helpful as he could. Finally they sent Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon off, moving into closing not long after.

It was just the two of them, then. He was deciding on the best way to approach, but was pulled from his thoughts by hiss behind him.

“Stupid machine!”

Wizardmon turned to find Gatomon clutching her hand and glaring at a coffee brewer. He rushed over, and she turned to him.

“It burned me.”

“Let me see.”

She sighed, but held out her hand, “it really isn’t that bad.”

He hummed to himself, before reaching over to turn the tap on, checking the water was lukewarm. Gatomon rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to nudged over with her hand under the running water.

“You should be more careful.”

“I’m always careful Wizardmon, that brewer just got in my way.”

“Maybe you’re feeling distracted then?” he glanced meaningfully at the receipt Kari wrote on, still where she’d left it on the counter.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Gatomon huffed, avoiding his eyes.

“She mentioned Witchelny.”

“So what if she did?” Gatomon pulled away from the sink, turning around. “Just shows how weak she still is.”

“Gatomon-” started Wizardmon, before deciding against it. “If you won’t talk, at least keep your hand under the water.”

She groaned, but accepted his dropping the subject as she shoved her hand back in the sink and she made pointed eye contact with him.

“I don’t need all of this attention, you know. It’s just a burn.”

Wizardmon gave her a sharp look- “just a burn until it gets infected.”

“I can handle it fine on my own. You don’t need to make a fuss .”

“It’s my job to make a fuss.”

Gatomon gave him a look that suggested she regretted letting him be the staff safety officer. She’d figured it was an empty title as everyone had to be trained on first aid anyways. She was incorrect.

After more waiting, Gatomon pulled her hand back from under the tap, wiggling her fingers pointedly at Wizardmon without wincing.

“Am I cleared to go now?” she asked, sarcastically.

“We have burn cream in the first aid kit.”

“I don’t need burn cream, Wizardmon.”

“Then yes.”

Gatomon rolled her eyes at him, moving to head back to her office, but pausing for a second at the counter. She snatched Kari’s note, then stuffed it into her pocket before moving on. Wizardmon couldn’t help but sigh to himself as she disappeared past the door. It was obvious she missed Witchelny. She’d done everything she could to keep it alive back in the day, from what he’d learned in old articles when he’d looked the place up. She just didn’t believe it was possible anymore.

Before he was ready and out the door himself, Gatomon reappeared from the back, keys already in hand. He followed her out, but after locking up of she paused outside of her expectantly outside of her car instead of getting right in.

“Let me give you a ride back.”

“You know I’m fine walking.”

“You took on kid-wrangling all day,” she said, flexing her hand. “It’s the least I can do.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Just accept the ride, Wizardmon,” she sighed.

Despite the cold, he felt warm. She really wanted to.

He got in the car.

It was a slightly awkward shuffle to get his walking stick in, but he managed. Gatomon reached between them to turn up the temperature, and warmth flooded into him. It was nice, he had to admit, and Gatomon even had heated seats. Music started on the radio with the car, some random pop station, which Gatomon turned down to speak.

“I can see you enjoying the heat, Wizardmon,” she said with a smirk. “I don’t know how you usually stand walking in the snow in that thin jacket.”

“It’s not that far,” he said, “and I like the wind.”

“Just because it isn’t far doesn’t mean it’s fine . I fear you’ll show up sick one of these days.”

“The cold alone does not cause illness, Gatomon,” he responded. “In fact more danger comes from everyone being indoors to avoid it.”

“Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon really look up to you, you know,” said Gatomon, giving him a look out of the side of her eye, “don’t you want to be a good example?”

“Using kids is cheating .”

Gatomon finally burst with a giggle she’d been holding back. “I don’t fight fair.”

Despite his best efforts, Wizardmon let out a smile as they pulled into his building.

“Goodnight Gatomon,” he said as he exited.

“Goodnight,” she responded. “And at least wear a scarf.”

“I don’t own one.”

Gatomon sighed with fond exasperation before repeating her goodnight and driving away. After watching her fade into the distance, Wizardmon walked up to his apartment, smiling to himself as Tailmon wandered “idly” past as he went in the door. What an interesting day

#my writing #wizardmon #digimon adventure #safety officer wizardmon #wasn't even supposed to be safety officer I just have a problem #I really enjoy the dynamic Wizardmon and Gatomon have in their “evil” era. Wizardmon has his devoted loyalty thing going #but Gatomon doesn't remember any of that. He's just her weird coworker. I think this is soo fun #but it's only in the show for like 5 minutes. More for me to chew on!#Wizardmon coffee shop au

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