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"Celeste!"

It took Pit a moment to reply, as he was not yet used to his show-name. He looked over at Lucinda, his boss. "Yes?"

"A bunch of cuties just came in at table twelve; can you handle a group of four?" she asked.

The Angel nodded and grabbed the appropriate amount of menus. The young brunette pushed his way through the crowd of drunken men with only mild annoyance, doing his best to smile and keep a cheerful, flirty demeanor. He also waved to the other waitresses, who wore tight white tops that showed their stomachs, held at the shoulder by a gold clasp. The aprons they wore, which held a notepad, pen, and straws, covered just about as much as their white miniskirts. Pit did like the sandals that were required. They way that they laced up to the knee reminded him of his brawling attire. The back of his small top allowed his wings to move freely. He was more fortunate than the other girls, who had to wear fake, decorative wings. The Angel actually liked his waitress outfit, as he was very comfortable in his own skin. The only thing that bothered him at the moment was his panties digging into his ass.

The things I do for charity, he thought, resisting the urge to tug on his undergarments.

As table twelve came into view, the Angel's heart skipped a beat. Roy was looking around the restaurant as a kid admired the sugary treats in a candy shop. Marth had to actively restrain him from groping the scantily clad waitresses.

"Roy, you like men, remember?" the Prince growled, pulling the red head back.

"C'mon, Marth! You know I love you! Just let me touch one boobie!"

"No!" the Altean barked, keeping a firm grip on the youth's shirt. He then turned to face Link, to whom he explained, "This is why I didn't want to come here; he's an embarrassment!"

Link nodded sympathetically and looked as though he was hiding a smirk. He turned and began whispering to the table's fourth occupant, Ike. Pit did his best not to let his gaze linger on his secret crush.

Oh my Goddess, please don't let him recognize me now! "Good evening, Gentlemen," the Angel began softly in what could be taken as a more feminine tone. "My name is Celeste, and I will be here to serve you."

Ike looked up and instantly his eyes widened. The youth's heart dropped. No no! This was a stupid idea! He's going to recognize me! I should have known that I couldn't fool my best friend!

The mercenary remained silent had he, in fact, figured out the Angel's secret. "Good evening, Celeste!" he greeted, actively restraining his eyes from roaming the youth's body.

Pit's blush intensified. He's looking at me so… I don't know. He's gazing upon me in a way I've only known in my dreams. "Er… Is there anything I can get for you this evening?"

"I'll have the nachos and beers all around," Roy ordered, much to Marth's frustration. Pit dutifully took down the order.

"Will that be all?" the Angel asked and the group just shrugged.

"We'll just start with the appetizer," Link informed.

The brunette hurried off and Ike leaned to watch the Angel go. "Wow… she's beautiful," he said, much to Roy's amusement.

"Why don't you ask for her number?" The bluenette shook his head and the younger swordsman rolled his eyes.

"You're a total wuss, man."

"She's so beautiful. Why would she date a guy like me? I'm… plain."

"Tell her you're a Brawler. That'll get you laid for sure!"

Pit listened to all of this from the next aisle over. With each word, the brunette's heart sank.

He literally doesn't have a clue who I am… he realized.

(End Chapter)

Description
Wings

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"Celeste!"

It took Pit a moment to reply, as he was not yet used to his show-name. He looked over at Lucinda, his boss. "Yes?"

"A bunch of cuties just came in at table twelve; can you handle a group of four?" she asked.

The Angel nodded and grabbed the appropriate amount of menus. The young brunette pushed his way through the crowd of drunken men with only mild annoyance, doing his best to smile and keep a cheerful, flirty demeanor. He also waved to the other waitresses, who wore tight white tops that showed their stomachs, held at the shoulder by a gold clasp. The aprons they wore, which held a notepad, pen, and straws, covered just about as much as their white miniskirts. Pit did like the sandals that were required. They way that they laced up to the knee reminded him of his brawling attire. The back of his small top allowed his wings to move freely. He was more fortunate than the other girls, who had to wear fake, decorative wings. The Angel actually liked his waitress outfit, as he was very comfortable in his own skin. The only thing that bothered him at the moment was his panties digging into his ass.

The things I do for charity, he thought, resisting the urge to tug on his undergarments.

As table twelve came into view, the Angel's heart skipped a beat. Roy was looking around the restaurant as a kid admired the sugary treats in a candy shop. Marth had to actively restrain him from groping the scantily clad waitresses.

"Roy, you like men, remember?" the Prince growled, pulling the red head back.

"C'mon, Marth! You know I love you! Just let me touch one boobie!"

"No!" the Altean barked, keeping a firm grip on the youth's shirt. He then turned to face Link, to whom he explained, "This is why I didn't want to come here; he's an embarrassment!"

Link nodded sympathetically and looked as though he was hiding a smirk. He turned and began whispering to the table's fourth occupant, Ike. Pit did his best not to let his gaze linger on his secret crush.

Oh my Goddess, please don't let him recognize me now! "Good evening, Gentlemen," the Angel began softly in what could be taken as a more feminine tone. "My name is Celeste, and I will be here to serve you."

Ike looked up and instantly his eyes widened. The youth's heart dropped. No no! This was a stupid idea! He's going to recognize me! I should have known that I couldn't fool my best friend!

The mercenary remained silent had he, in fact, figured out the Angel's secret. "Good evening, Celeste!" he greeted, actively restraining his eyes from roaming the youth's body.

Pit's blush intensified. He's looking at me so… I don't know. He's gazing upon me in a way I've only known in my dreams. "Er… Is there anything I can get for you this evening?"

"I'll have the nachos and beers all around," Roy ordered, much to Marth's frustration. Pit dutifully took down the order.

"Will that be all?" the Angel asked and the group just shrugged.

"We'll just start with the appetizer," Link informed.

The brunette hurried off and Ike leaned to watch the Angel go. "Wow… she's beautiful," he said, much to Roy's amusement.

"Why don't you ask for her number?" The bluenette shook his head and the younger swordsman rolled his eyes.

"You're a total wuss, man."

"She's so beautiful. Why would she date a guy like me? I'm… plain."

"Tell her you're a Brawler. That'll get you laid for sure!"

Pit listened to all of this from the next aisle over. With each word, the brunette's heart sank.

He literally doesn't have a clue who I am… he realized.

(End Chapter)