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Shaw has a minion!

Duncan the Caffeeii

Shaw
Legacy Name: Shaw

The

Reborn Velosotor
Owner: martini

Age: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: February 15th, 2012

Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: February 15th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 28
Strength: 70
Defense: 71
Speed: 65
Health: 65
HP: 56/65
Intelligence: 155
Books Read: 155
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Manager

Shaw's favourite time of day was right before the coffee house opened. He liked the homely coffee smell wafting from the wooden doors leading to the kitchen. It was there that all the magic took place- where dough was baked into fluffy cinnamon buns and coffee beans brewed into a rich drink. As a start-of-day ritual, Shaw liked to leaf through his daily logbook. He had kept it going since his first week of employment, recording curious incidents and the mind-baffling customers he met.

August 3rd, 10 am: upperclass lady requests coffee with ten sugars, ten! Shaw had nearly emptied her on-the-counter sugar basket preparing the lady's drink, which she later proclaimed was "too sweet for her delicate teeth."

August 6th, gentleman tried to stuff cookies into pocket. "My wallet's far too big,"he had told her mournfully. "Or perhaps these cookies are above standard size." Shaw had advised him to invest in a larger coat, perhaps a Hagrid replica. He remembered receiving a snark reply from the gentleman, who thought the notion was "simply ridiculous," and "people these days, how absurd."

September 4th: writer-no, Shaw had crossed that out, replacing it with "artist" in fancy script and quotation marks- walked into shop. He had ordered an extra large zebra espresso and sat at a window seat. Taking out a handsome journal with a flourish, the "writer" poised a pen over the page- and sat there for ten minutes without writing a word. Heming and hawing, he had said loudly, "I am an artist, a sorcerer, I am a creator of universes and I am an emperor over the written word. And my intoxicating drink is too scalding! Far too hot for me, yes that's it. Barista, it is burning away my creative cells which fuel my imagination!"

As the bell jingled to announce the first customer of the morning, Shaw prepared a cup of steaming black coffee. Smiling to himself, he took out a soft chalk pen and wrote on the lid:

'CAUTION: Contents May Be Hot'.

Story by Tempest.