“Got a table, sweet cheeks? We’re hungry.” Sasuke almost shivered as bright teal eyes took in each member of the kei rock band UCHIHA, and he wondered for a bare moment if the girl recognized them. Madara, however, was not one for shutting his mouth. Sasuke regarded the girl in absolute silence. The maid that greeted them was a petite little thing, though the heels she wore gave her a good five inches, and she walked towards the hostess stand like she’d been born in stilettos. “Well, then,” called a voice as soon as they stepped inside, and Sasuke’s head whipped around. They mostly just wanted food, something to fill up their empty stomachs after a long concert, and this was simply the first place they’d spotted. They didn’t match the mood of the cutesy little eatery at all, but none of them seemed to care.
Five tall figures crowded out of the black, inconspicuous van parked in front of it and made their way towards the front door of the eating establishment. The small maid cafe seemed to glow against the dark night, almost like a beacon to weary eyes. Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.
