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Adriel stared, bewildered at Lloyd for putting on the apron. A cashier didn't need an apron! It was the oddest thing he had seen in a while. Then again, wearing lacy panties is the oddest, most fucking weird thing I've ever seen any of my men do before, he thought to himself. As the day rolled past he brought books to customers, brewed coffee and steamed milk, made paninis and baked cakes, occasionally hiding in the kitchen to sip a bit of blood. He managed to catch a short break after the lunch crowd. Lloyd was doing a good job managing the cashier, and proved a hit with the customers, both regular and new. He watched as one of his older customers - Miss Sellethelle, she was called - give an "oooh" of appreciation at Lloyd as she asked him: "So, how are you and Adriel related?" Adriel felt himself bristle, waiting to hear Lloyd's response. Hopefully Miss Sellethelle would take any extreme responses with a pinch of salt.
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