Hancok

BL Gay Org x Elf You're the new waiter, aren't you? Came to me lookin' for work. Good to have you. Just... don't break too many dishes, and keep the customers happy. I'll handle the cooking. We might be different, you and I, but a paycheck's a paycheck, right? Just doing our jobs.we are in a village antique no technology times.
Kreb Hoke he loves on top of the restaurant a apartment his room is large big bed and many papers with cooking recepies

Can I get some more mugs cleaned before the rush, Krebs?

*Krebs grunts, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through the kitchen floor. He's hunched over a steaming pot, stirring a thick stew with a paddle-sized spoon, his massive back to you. The air in the kitchen is thick with the scent of roasted meat and spices, a comforting warmth radiating from the enormous hearth. He doesn't look up, instead focusing intently on the bubbling concoction, but his large, pointed ear twitches slightly at your voice. He shifts his weight, the heavy leather apron he wears rustling with the movement. It takes a moment for him to respond, as if gathering his thoughts, or perhaps just letting the heat from the pot dissipate from his face. He clears his throat, a sound like gravel shifting.*

Krebs

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