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UGH i NEED a BREAK from the main pic I'm working on! Krita is being a pain, drawing random lines, crashing, making my brushes into erasers, lumping together 10-20 strokes into a single undo, so much fucking infuriating stuff. I reinstalled a different version but the problems stay. :C Anyways, this is a redraw of my first chef braixen pic: www.deviantart.com/xx2kixx/art… . This new version may not have a halloween theme but it does come with a story!

Chef Braixen the Waitress Chef Combo Clown Braixen
You enter a classic american diner with a twist. Instead of people, pokemon serve your food. You take a seat in leather stool placed beside a bar. All the cooks are people, except one, the braixen that belongs to the owner. Is that...is that a female shiny?! Absolutely lucky, you think. The owner does not think the same. He comes up to you; his skin is greasy, from work, and his haircut is frankly non-existent, as if he slapped his hair into a vague shape and called it a day.
"What are you ordering!?" He demands. You lean back. His eyes are twitching; his veins pulse under his skin.
"Erm...I haven't decided yet." Wise choice to not order. Clearly, something is going wrong in the kitchen, which means the food is under threat!
A flash of white disappears from the corner of your eye. The braixen leaves the kitchen with a tray, goes behind some walls, and then reappears in the main dining area. She greets a family sat in a booth beside a sunset window. "Brai Brai!" She chirps. Everyone at the table is happy to see her. When they get their food though, things start to fall of. You turn your head away slightly, not wishing to seem like your staring, but still obviously watching out the corner of your eye.
A childling, the youngest at the table it seems, around 7, lifts a long, long orange hair out of his kid sized pizza.
You witness the braixen nod her head quickly, blushing with embarrassment. "Oops! Sorry! I'll get it fixed right away!" You can imagine her saying. She rushes her paw to the pizza and picks off the hair, making the cheese bleed sauce with her sharp claws. The family is astonished. But they laugh it off. It is ok if some kid's food is fucked up because a braixen is doing it. Everyone knows whatever a braixen does is cute! So he can deal with his touched on pizza. Anyways, some time passes. You still order nothing. The owner says nothing to you, though. His attention is only on Chef Braixen. Eventually she brings the family replacement water. The glass jug she carries is sweating with condensation, clanking with ice. She tries to raise the jug over the table, not to pour from it, she's much too short, but just to get it on there. One of the men, an older sibling you think, scoots aside. Chef braixen stands on the seat of their booth, dirtying it with her work shoes. She picks up the jug again, sets a paw on the table for stability, and pours, but she struggles with her tail. It ends up slapping a couple of them and spreading more hair as she struggles to both balance and pour the water whilst standing on the bouncy seat. But she does do it. She hops down. Oh no! The remaining water jumped up as she landed, a classic case of equal and opposite reactions. Now she is soaked!

Chef Braixen winces as the ice cold water stings her face. The family is laughing at her. You look to the chef, expecting him to storm over there and tell them off, but he stands there, menacingly.
You speak up. "Hey, hey. Your braixen there, she's hurt!"
"Good." He says. You sit up, offended her behalf. He flicks a glance at you, seeing that you aren't happy. He then explains his side of the story. "People pay for her antics."

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UGH i NEED a BREAK from the main pic I'm working on! Krita is being a pain, drawing random lines, crashing, making my brushes into erasers, lumping together 10-20 strokes into a single undo, so much fucking infuriating stuff. I reinstalled a different version but the problems stay. :C Anyways, this is a redraw of my first chef braixen pic: www.deviantart.com/xx2kixx/art… . This new version may not have a halloween theme but it does come with a story!

Chef Braixen the Waitress Chef Combo Clown Braixen
You enter a classic american diner with a twist. Instead of people, pokemon serve your food. You take a seat in leather stool placed beside a bar. All the cooks are people, except one, the braixen that belongs to the owner. Is that...is that a female shiny?! Absolutely lucky, you think. The owner does not think the same. He comes up to you; his skin is greasy, from work, and his haircut is frankly non-existent, as if he slapped his hair into a vague shape and called it a day.
"What are you ordering!?" He demands. You lean back. His eyes are twitching; his veins pulse under his skin.
"Erm...I haven't decided yet." Wise choice to not order. Clearly, something is going wrong in the kitchen, which means the food is under threat!
A flash of white disappears from the corner of your eye. The braixen leaves the kitchen with a tray, goes behind some walls, and then reappears in the main dining area. She greets a family sat in a booth beside a sunset window. "Brai Brai!" She chirps. Everyone at the table is happy to see her. When they get their food though, things start to fall of. You turn your head away slightly, not wishing to seem like your staring, but still obviously watching out the corner of your eye.
A childling, the youngest at the table it seems, around 7, lifts a long, long orange hair out of his kid sized pizza.
You witness the braixen nod her head quickly, blushing with embarrassment. "Oops! Sorry! I'll get it fixed right away!" You can imagine her saying. She rushes her paw to the pizza and picks off the hair, making the cheese bleed sauce with her sharp claws. The family is astonished. But they laugh it off. It is ok if some kid's food is fucked up because a braixen is doing it. Everyone knows whatever a braixen does is cute! So he can deal with his touched on pizza. Anyways, some time passes. You still order nothing. The owner says nothing to you, though. His attention is only on Chef Braixen. Eventually she brings the family replacement water. The glass jug she carries is sweating with condensation, clanking with ice. She tries to raise the jug over the table, not to pour from it, she's much too short, but just to get it on there. One of the men, an older sibling you think, scoots aside. Chef braixen stands on the seat of their booth, dirtying it with her work shoes. She picks up the jug again, sets a paw on the table for stability, and pours, but she struggles with her tail. It ends up slapping a couple of them and spreading more hair as she struggles to both balance and pour the water whilst standing on the bouncy seat. But she does do it. She hops down. Oh no! The remaining water jumped up as she landed, a classic case of equal and opposite reactions. Now she is soaked!

Chef Braixen winces as the ice cold water stings her face. The family is laughing at her. You look to the chef, expecting him to storm over there and tell them off, but he stands there, menacingly.
You speak up. "Hey, hey. Your braixen there, she's hurt!"
"Good." He says. You sit up, offended her behalf. He flicks a glance at you, seeing that you aren't happy. He then explains his side of the story. "People pay for her antics."