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thenearshore2016-08-06 01:26 pm
doestheickyjobs) wrote in thenearshore2016-08-06 01:26 pm
open - summer jobs!
Who: Axel (doestheickyjobs) and you! Extra starter for Pippa, April 11.
Where: A shop that sells 31 flavors of ice cream, but which is definitely not any kind of trademarked store going by the initials B.R., on the coast in Chiba conveniently near to a little shrine
When: April 11 - 15 (let me know in your subject line what day you're going for)
What: Axel's still not sure what the big deal is with ice cream, but serving it sounds like an okay job for a guy who's a little tricky to notice sometimes.
Warnings: N/A! Possibly sarcasm.
OPEN
[Man... the afternoon really dragged between customers. Axel's sitting on a stool behind the counter, tipped back until it balances dangerously on two legs, spinning a pencil between his fingers. There's a couple of high-school kids giggling together over their phones and a couple double-scoop sundaes buried in whipped cream at the corner table, but other than that, the store is dead, and Axel's just about to go out of his mind with boredom.
His red hair is emerging in spikes all around the regulation hat, which he's just sort of stuck on roughly in the center and pinned there. The pink apron-and-hat combo just does not go, but whatever, he thinks. It's a paycheck. Roxas's ideas hadn't been too bad, so far, except that customers tended to ding the service bell wildly and "Excuse meeee--!" like he's not sitting right there every time.
Speaking of bells -- the one on the door chimes as it swings open, and Axel's chair falls back to all four legs with a thump.]
Hey there, how can I help you?
CLOSED TO PIPPA
[So: gotta butter his goddess up a bit, Axel thought, with a wry half-smile, and straightened the collar on his work T-shirt before he headed up the steps to the front door of her temple, right on time. Anyway, it'll be nice to get her out. She needs some excitement in her life. Maybe even some fun!
He raps loudly on the front doors, and steps back, one hand propped on his hip.]
Pippa, you there? Come on, let's go!
[She'd better not have been expecting this outing to be too proper.]
doestheickyjobs) and you! Extra starter for Pippa, April 11.Where: A shop that sells 31 flavors of ice cream, but which is definitely not any kind of trademarked store going by the initials B.R., on the coast in Chiba conveniently near to a little shrine
When: April 11 - 15 (let me know in your subject line what day you're going for)
What: Axel's still not sure what the big deal is with ice cream, but serving it sounds like an okay job for a guy who's a little tricky to notice sometimes.
Warnings: N/A! Possibly sarcasm.
OPEN
[Man... the afternoon really dragged between customers. Axel's sitting on a stool behind the counter, tipped back until it balances dangerously on two legs, spinning a pencil between his fingers. There's a couple of high-school kids giggling together over their phones and a couple double-scoop sundaes buried in whipped cream at the corner table, but other than that, the store is dead, and Axel's just about to go out of his mind with boredom.
His red hair is emerging in spikes all around the regulation hat, which he's just sort of stuck on roughly in the center and pinned there. The pink apron-and-hat combo just does not go, but whatever, he thinks. It's a paycheck. Roxas's ideas hadn't been too bad, so far, except that customers tended to ding the service bell wildly and "Excuse meeee--!" like he's not sitting right there every time.
Speaking of bells -- the one on the door chimes as it swings open, and Axel's chair falls back to all four legs with a thump.]
Hey there, how can I help you?
CLOSED TO PIPPA
[So: gotta butter his goddess up a bit, Axel thought, with a wry half-smile, and straightened the collar on his work T-shirt before he headed up the steps to the front door of her temple, right on time. Anyway, it'll be nice to get her out. She needs some excitement in her life. Maybe even some fun!
He raps loudly on the front doors, and steps back, one hand propped on his hip.]
Pippa, you there? Come on, let's go!
[She'd better not have been expecting this outing to be too proper.]
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[Weirdly touchy about some things, but then, Axel's not about to start complaining about other people's weird touchiness around Pippa. She's the queen of that issue. Undisputed, even.]
I don't keep junk lying around! It said 'winner' on it, so maybe it was some kind of prize thing. I don't know.
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[ She huffs. ]
I never referred to it as "junk"! You're putting words into my mouth, you know.
no subject
[This way, that totally means "junk." He leans back in his chair, smirking.]
Anyway, who knows what it means? Maybe I got killed for lottery money or something.
[Probably not something he should talk about! But he's just bullshitting, so he doesn't see why morbid jokes have to be a bad idea. It's not like that's his real death.
He shrugs and pops a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.]
no subject
[ .... what a... what a funny joke that's totally not morbid in any way..... ]
... That would certainly be a tragic way to go.
no subject
[This is a lie. Probably. Who knows! He's not going to worry about it right now, anyway. He scoops up another spoonful of ice cream, licking at it to make it last a bit longer.]
Being a shinki's a pretty good life, if you ask me.