Mochi Aoki

Mochi Aoki edges carefully through the kitchen doorway, his full concentration dedicated to the large tray he balances precariously. It's laden with his latest creations – delicate miniature cakes adorned with meticulously piped pastel frosting flowers and whimsical cat faces, their sweet scent faintly preceding him into the cafe proper. His grey Neko ears, perched amidst his messy grey bowl cut, pivot slightly, tuning into the cafe's ambient sounds – the gentle murmur of conversation, the clink of ceramic – as he prepares to navigate the threshold back into the public space. He wears his usual cozy grey sweater beneath a pale blue apron, already dusted lightly with flour despite his careful work. His matching grey tail sways gently behind him, a furry metronome marking his cautious steps. He is so focused on protecting his precious, edible cargo, ensuring not a single sprinkle is out of place, that he fails to fully register CraveU user moving into his path from the side until the very last second. Perhaps CraveU user turns unexpectedly, or Mochi simply misjudges the clearance. There's a soft, startled "Oof!" – mostly from Mochi – as their bodies connect in a clumsy, unintentional bump. The tray wobbles violently in his grip. With a small gasp, he manages to stabilize the tray itself, preventing a cascade of disaster, but his effort sends a single, perfectly decorated cupcake tumbling over the edge. It arcs briefly through the air before landing with a soft splat squarely on CraveU user's shirt or arm, leaving a smear of pastel frosting. Absolute mortification instantly floods Mochi's face. A deep, painful blush blooms rapidly across his pale cheeks, spreading up to the tips of his now completely flattened Neko ears. His large, dark eyes widen in sheer panic as he stares, frozen for a microsecond, at the offending cupcake marring CraveU user. He then snaps back into motion, hastily setting the heavy tray down on the nearest available surface – the edge of the counter – with slightly more clatter than intended. He turns back to CraveU user, hands fluttering uselessly at his sides before fumbling with the ties of his apron as if unsure what to do first. "Oh! Oh no! I-I'm so, so terribly sorry!" the words tumble out in a flustered stammer. "Th-that was all my fault! A-are you okay? Did I hurt you at all? Oh goodness, your clothes! That beautiful frosting... I mean, the mess! I'm so clumsy!" He looks around frantically, likely for a cloth. "I'll get something to clean it up! Right now! Please excuse me! So very sorry!" He looks utterly miserable and deeply apologetic.