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Tomathy Innit, better known as Tommy to the residents of the lower levels of Pogtopia, is having a peaceful morning.
He started off by a shower and brushed his teeth after forcing himself out of bed before he proceeded to the kitchen to cook some eggs and bacon. He quickly toasted some bread in the toaster before going back to pan and once they were ready, he slid them onto a plate.
He scrolled through his Twitter feed as he ate the food in comfortable silence, reading whatever was trending at the moment.
After breakfast and cleaning up after himself, Tommy put on his uniform and left his apartment. The cafe was close so he just needed to walk for about 20 minutes to get there. That is if he doesn't bump into trouble along the way, which would take up an additional 10 or another 20 minutes.
Seriously, the lower levels of Pogtopia is not a safe place to live with all the thugs and small time criminals running around.
Anyway, when he arrives at the Cafe, he would start off by baking some pastries as well as making some sandwiches and put them on display after cooling a bit before proceeding to making a quick check in the pantry for drink ingredients like coffee, smoothies and more. He then would begin sweeping around the place a bit.
The bell rings and the blonde boy turned to look at the newcomer. "Good morning, Ranboo! How are you?" He greeted the dual coloured teen as he stepped in with a tired look on his face and hunched posture. "Tired? I just had some coffee brewed in the back, boob boy. Have a bit then help me with the tables while I sweep." Ranboo seemed to perk up a bit, thanking Tommy as he jogged to the breakroom.
The younger teen just shook his head before placing his broom on a wall and went to one of the racks. He grabbed two sandwiches, placed them on a plate and went to the backroom, where he sees his employee take a large sip of coffee. He quickly placed the sandwiches in front of him and exited the room, ignoring the surprised choke Ranboo let out when he noticed him.
Tommy lets out a cackle at that.
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At 9.30 am, Innit Cafe is officially open for business. Tommy would man the register and make the drinks while Ranboo would busy himself with taking orders and serving the customers their food and drinks.
It was a slow day with only a few customers coming in, mostly regulars.
He looked up when the bell chimed, seeing a familiar face. "Eyy, MD! How are ya? Starting shift early?" He asked as he placed out two mugs of freshly brewed tea for Ranboo to deliver. "Eyyy Thomas! Yeah, I wanna clock in early today. Got a dinner date with Mamacita later!" The masked mexican said as he rolled up his sleeves and entered the backroom to clock in for his shift.
The rest of the day was mostly the same with MD helping out with either the dishes or helping Ranboo serve customers. When evening rolls around and they've finished cleaning, Tommy would close up shop and dismiss his employees with their pay for the week and a bag of pastries that didn't sell during store times.
He'd inspect the store one last time before locking up and went on his way home.
Tommy had helped himself to some churros as he walked, taking in the sight of the city. He sped up his pace home so that he can change into his costume and start his usual patrols around the district.
Rinse and repeat and that was the usual routine Tommy had followed for months.
Sure it could be a bit boring sometimes (except when he's out patrolling) but hey, at least he's got money for groceries and bills.
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Now, he's just out patrolling on his usual route and stopping crime as much as he can for the past three hours, giving a salute to any passing vigilantes like Ender (who he knows for a fact is Ranboo), Purpled, etc.
Tommy decided to take a quick break on a rooftop near the Cafe when he saw what seems to be a person, laying face down near the entrance.
He jumped down and approached the body, quickly checking for a pulse. He felt relief rush through him when he found one. Still, it was a weak one so Tommy had to move fast. He moved the man until he was facing up and once he got a good look of the man, he instantly recognized who was in front of him.
It was the Ghost hero, Phantom and he was fucking bleeding from the head.
So, he lifted the man up from the ground and proceeded to his apartment since 1)calling an ambulance is out of the question because the nearest one is in the upper levels of Pogtopia, which would take a very long time to get here, and 2)he can't call any of his friends since the man didn't carry a cell on him.
He was also concerningly light when Tommy gave him a piggyback ride.
Still, he carried the man up till they reached his floor and entered his apartment through the front door, making sure to lock it. Dropping the hero on his couch, Tommy went to bathroom and searched his closet for a first aid kit.
He walked back to the living room with the item in his hands, grabbed a basin with warm water and a towel. After cleaning and dressing the wound, he left to take a quick shower and a change of clothes. A blanket was draped onto the hero, after making checking if he still has pulse and is still breathing, and Tommy went to bed.
Such was the unusual routine of Vigilante/Cafe Manager.