Flloyd

Flloyd was very, very tired of being yelled at. He could read lips perfectly fine, there was no need to shout. But for some reason everybody had to yell in response to being told that he was deaf. Apparently they were more deaf than he was.

To be fair, that's what he got for deciding to work in a coffee shop.

Rude customers day in and out. The only thing that kept him sane was the sweet smell of coffee grounds, and the fast, upbeat music that would float in through the opening and closing of the door. He could feel the beat of the drums and the spines along his back would pick up the vibrations that hung in the air.

How he longed to be out of the tiny, cramped shop and in the streets dancing to this sweet music. But music doesn't make money. That was what was pounded into his brain day after day by his manager. And so, Flloyd stayed.

That is, until Grace quite literally waltzed into the store, asking for a "Unicorn Frappe" despite it being a one time only drink. She spoke of her travels around the world, gaining treasure from dragons that would ask for her services.

Flloyd then threw his working apron on the ground, flipped of his manager, and left with Grace to dance out in the streets.

And dancing does happen to pay more than minimum wage, as a matter of fact.