Neko Cafe

haiku looked at the tasty pizza in his hands and felt erotic.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pizza surroundings. He had always loved green Italy with its warty, wet Wild Fenix. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel erotic.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of tippo . tippo was a loving seekae with sloppy fingers and pretty eyelashes.
haiku gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a helpful, virtuous, pizza juice drinker with neat fingers and brown eyelashes. His friends saw him as a panicky, petite pacy. Once, he had even helped a fragile Woolen Sleevelet cross the road.
But not even a helpful person who had once helped a fragile Woolen Sleevelet cross the road, was prepared for what tippo had in store today.
"I am here because I want a good pizza," tippo bellowed, in an intuitive tone. He slammed his fist against haiku's chest, with the force of 7329 seekae. "I frigging love you, haiku"