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Kofee
Legacy Name: Kofee

The

Chibi Antlephore
Owner:

Coffeey

Age: 11 years, 6 months, 4 weeks

Born: November 17th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 6 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: November 17th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 51
Strength: 94
Defense: 45
Speed: 29
Health: 53
HP: 0/53
Intelligence: 199
Books Read: 197
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Head of Operations

The routine is the same as it is day after day. The city has already awaken from its after-party nap, and the traffic has begun piling in the lanes. There is still a thick fog blanketing the bottoms of the skyscrapers while the tops have already begun sunbathing. There are busy businessmen dressed in formal attire on expensive bicycles in attempt to stay green and beat traffic with the only consequences being somewhere on the lines of sweaty pores and windblown hair. There are plenty of man-made remedies for these minor setbacks though as these are the businessmen who are always prepared.

A small deer bounces down the street in a brown pinstriped uniform and a backpack on her shoulders. She is so tiny that most drivers swerve to miss her as she tries to cross the street. She greets everyone she meets no matter what language they may speak. Many mistake her as a child by her appearance, but she quietly corrects them as she is a woman--a businesswoman nevertheless. No, she is no restrained to the cubicles and pencil skirts of most of the businesswomen, and she does not even work in a skyscraper. She lives in a modest apartment decorated with textbooks of languages she has studied as well as a vast collection of florals.

Her apartment is a mere three blocks from her workplace. Her walk is lined with various businesses from greasy fast food chains to plastic surgery clinics for those who fear their antlers are too small or their noses too large. In addition, there is never a shortage of office complexes. Yet, wedged between all this big business, there is a flower shop. With the exterior that resembles a modest, country home, the interior is fragrant and bright. Flowers practically explode from the inside. The owner is another deer the exact petite size and large intellect as the other. They are equals in almost everything yet one does not know the other.

The female, who is called Kofee, never fails to stop and stare at the flower shop. She has never formally met the florist. This is due in part to the fact she goes to work before it opens and leaves after it has closed. So she frowns and continues to the corner of the street. On the third floor of this building is a small coffee shop that she single-handedly runs. It is known as the Bean and the Tree and was opened as a place of refuge to the weary city-folk. Here the sounds of independent inner-city musicians flows. Sad dirges and odes of displaced romances and lost dreams play here. Cold as a draft yet soothing as a lullaby.

The interior is small and modest much like its owner. There is a bar at the entrance that is of glass. Inside the glass, colorful macaroons and biscotti are placed after having been freshly baked by Kofee in her apartment. Behind the bar is a cash register, a refrigerator, and various coffee equipment as well as an assortment of porcelain cups that give customers the opportunity to choose their design--a small token of independence for those under predestined schedules. There are three small tables of white wood. Each is adorned with a candle and a flower vase. There is a sign near the entrance written in various languages letting customers know they are welcome to speak their mother tongues--yet another token for those who lack to comfort of language expression.

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