The Lucky Cat Café [open & shit]

[stresseating]

Somewhere in the Haight-Kikuchi District of San Fransokyo, there's an old Queen Anne Victorian built sometime in the early 1900s that hosts the The Lucky Cat Café on the bottom floor - which has also, historically, been in the building since the early 1900s. It's changed hands more than a few times but is currently run by one Aunt Cass, last name unknown (it's not fucking Hamada you piece of shit weebs). Cass and her nephew(s?), plural when Tadashi's not being super dead, live in the upper two floors of the house. Sometimes Hiro kinda lives in the garage too but we don't talk about the embarrassing times he sleeps in there for three straight days.

Open post. Tag Aunt Cass & she'll give you a coffee or THROW A VEGETABLE AT YOU OR something.

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[bahalalala]

[Baymax hasn't spent too much time in the cafe part of the house, usually he's busy with Hiro or wandering around the city.

However, today, he's standing quietly and mostly out of the way, observing the goings-on. Every now and then, he'll scan someone, just to make sure that everything was still fine, after all, eating presented a few dangers, though they don't occur often.

So far, it's all been quiet, though he's been wandering more and more away from his post in his curiosity about the various treats and pastries that the patrons are enjoying.]