Post by Da Repo on Aug 20, 2011 23:04:13 GMT -5
Oh the day was incredibly slow enough. A long sigh escaped the green haired man. His workers were arguing about some girl the strutted right in front them a bit too much. So there point in argument was, just to whom did the girl shake her stuff to. It was at times like this he would have smacked his head against the cash register, he would have honestly! But he avoided it to keep his simple and calm self up. But there arguing it was getting to him. The small beeping of the taps he punched into the number board, just went ahead and started to become the beat behind there arguing. Eye brow twitching slightly, the registers drawer popped out; giving the change he smiled bowing his head a bit at his costumer, aka the girl that was the initial of this pointless argument.
“Have a good day miss”
Yuichi waved kindly, once the girl was out of the store his smile dropped giving him a dark look. Hopping over the counter his sneakers squeaked slightly as he took a dash inside to the vestibule section. As the two men argued the green haired merchant came in and with a swift blow to one of his fist. He punched the biggest of his men, the other grunted in pain as the greenette’s fist met first with his rib. Causing the huge man to whine out “Boss!” Sneering slightly Yuichi stood up straight. “Could you to shut up already?! You two are driving me off complete edge!” The two men looked at each other for a few before looking at the slender merchant “B-But boss!!" Snarling slightly, the two men piped up immediately. They knew better then to push his nerves. “S-Sorry boss…” they said in union bowing slowly. Sighing a bit his goofy grin and brighter look turned on his face “Good then! That’s what I like about you two, you take things up quick, now chop, chop, the merchandise won’t stuff itself into those shelves by themselves!” He cheered as he took his turn. Ventilating a bit as he left their side, the two promptly got to their jobs. It was at times like these that he could not stand people.
He could stand annoyance, but annoyance had its limits with him, and this was one of them, he could NOT stand stupid arguments, those made you seem or so more brainless then people normally were… Walking over the counter he took seat on his stool, taking out a book from under the counter. Crossing his legs a bit, he had actually nothing better to do. Dressed in his daily clothing, which consisted of a plain gray polo, dark jeans, black sneakers and a bright green apron with the mini marts logo stitched into it.
The day, like mentioned before, was slow. It were days like this he liked, not too much of a bustle from anyone. Holding the book with his left hand he leaned back into the stool, he would have had kicked his legs up on the counter, but if a costumer came in and saw that they most certainly would get a bad impression. Letting his imagination roll with the writers lucrative words, he continued on. Waiting to see what would happen.
“Have a good day miss”
Yuichi waved kindly, once the girl was out of the store his smile dropped giving him a dark look. Hopping over the counter his sneakers squeaked slightly as he took a dash inside to the vestibule section. As the two men argued the green haired merchant came in and with a swift blow to one of his fist. He punched the biggest of his men, the other grunted in pain as the greenette’s fist met first with his rib. Causing the huge man to whine out “Boss!” Sneering slightly Yuichi stood up straight. “Could you to shut up already?! You two are driving me off complete edge!” The two men looked at each other for a few before looking at the slender merchant “B-But boss!!" Snarling slightly, the two men piped up immediately. They knew better then to push his nerves. “S-Sorry boss…” they said in union bowing slowly. Sighing a bit his goofy grin and brighter look turned on his face “Good then! That’s what I like about you two, you take things up quick, now chop, chop, the merchandise won’t stuff itself into those shelves by themselves!” He cheered as he took his turn. Ventilating a bit as he left their side, the two promptly got to their jobs. It was at times like these that he could not stand people.
He could stand annoyance, but annoyance had its limits with him, and this was one of them, he could NOT stand stupid arguments, those made you seem or so more brainless then people normally were… Walking over the counter he took seat on his stool, taking out a book from under the counter. Crossing his legs a bit, he had actually nothing better to do. Dressed in his daily clothing, which consisted of a plain gray polo, dark jeans, black sneakers and a bright green apron with the mini marts logo stitched into it.
The day, like mentioned before, was slow. It were days like this he liked, not too much of a bustle from anyone. Holding the book with his left hand he leaned back into the stool, he would have had kicked his legs up on the counter, but if a costumer came in and saw that they most certainly would get a bad impression. Letting his imagination roll with the writers lucrative words, he continued on. Waiting to see what would happen.
