can anybody see : {tom}
Sept 19, 2016 16:35:33 GMT -5
Post by goat on Sept 19, 2016 16:35:33 GMT -5
livia kious
Although we're barely out of the summer months, I can already feel winter creeping its ugly head in. The evening wind has made a home for itself in the shop, thanks to my uncle and Inventory Boy (whose name I've learned is Julian) bringing in a new shipment. Business was slow after the whole disaster thing. The shop wasn't hit bad, but most people were devastated. Nobody had money to throw away on things like green writing paper. But now the Olympics are here, and people wanna buy shit again, so shit we shall sell.
I look down so I can button my jacket up further. I was wearing it a bit low, so if Julian happened to look over, he could totally see a bit of my chest. The sea breeze is making it too cold for any of those shenanigans, though. I loop the last button through and move my hands back behind my head. My uncle comes back inside with variously sized boxes balanced in his arms. He walks past me, turns back, and frowns. "Can you get your feet off the counter, please?"
He's always trying to kill my flow. "What do you have against relaxation, dude?" I ask.
With a heavy sigh, he turns back around. "You'll be cleaning it later," he says.
I shrug it off, because both he and I know I won't be doing anything of the sort. Cleaning? That pretty much equals physical activity. Count me out.
My uncle returns, sans boxes, and then Julian enters, with boxes, like the routine has been for a solid hour. He smiles at me, and I wink, and he laughs a laugh that implies, Oh, Livia, you're so cute, you're like my little sister, haha. But damn it Julian, I don't want to be "like your sister"! I want to be in your pants!
"Did you get the last boxes?" My uncle yells, from somewhere beyond.
"Yeah!" Julian calls, unloading some porcelain cat figurines onto the case near my counter.
A door slams shut, hinges creaking against the chilled air, and my uncle saunters back in. "That's why I hired you."
Julian has really nice arms. Like, I could watch him arrange cat statues all day. I would pay him to let me watch him arrange cat statues all day. He glances up at me, and then he smiles, so I smile-
Something lands in my lap. I flail my arms out, literally feeling my soul depart from my body. As my uncle and Julian burst into laughter, I look down to investigate. Jesus, it's just the keys to the shop. I pick up the rusty key ring with one finger. "Dicks," I mutter.
"Language." My uncle points at me, chest still shaking. "Lock up in an hour."
"I could just lock up now. Nobody's gonna come in," I say, climbing out of my chair. An argument is pointless, though. My uncle is already disappearing up the stairs, and Julian has returned to stocking porcelain animals. It looks like there are some dog statues in the mix.
Why do we even sell these?
I look down so I can button my jacket up further. I was wearing it a bit low, so if Julian happened to look over, he could totally see a bit of my chest. The sea breeze is making it too cold for any of those shenanigans, though. I loop the last button through and move my hands back behind my head. My uncle comes back inside with variously sized boxes balanced in his arms. He walks past me, turns back, and frowns. "Can you get your feet off the counter, please?"
He's always trying to kill my flow. "What do you have against relaxation, dude?" I ask.
With a heavy sigh, he turns back around. "You'll be cleaning it later," he says.
I shrug it off, because both he and I know I won't be doing anything of the sort. Cleaning? That pretty much equals physical activity. Count me out.
My uncle returns, sans boxes, and then Julian enters, with boxes, like the routine has been for a solid hour. He smiles at me, and I wink, and he laughs a laugh that implies, Oh, Livia, you're so cute, you're like my little sister, haha. But damn it Julian, I don't want to be "like your sister"! I want to be in your pants!
"Did you get the last boxes?" My uncle yells, from somewhere beyond.
"Yeah!" Julian calls, unloading some porcelain cat figurines onto the case near my counter.
A door slams shut, hinges creaking against the chilled air, and my uncle saunters back in. "That's why I hired you."
Julian has really nice arms. Like, I could watch him arrange cat statues all day. I would pay him to let me watch him arrange cat statues all day. He glances up at me, and then he smiles, so I smile-
Something lands in my lap. I flail my arms out, literally feeling my soul depart from my body. As my uncle and Julian burst into laughter, I look down to investigate. Jesus, it's just the keys to the shop. I pick up the rusty key ring with one finger. "Dicks," I mutter.
"Language." My uncle points at me, chest still shaking. "Lock up in an hour."
"I could just lock up now. Nobody's gonna come in," I say, climbing out of my chair. An argument is pointless, though. My uncle is already disappearing up the stairs, and Julian has returned to stocking porcelain animals. It looks like there are some dog statues in the mix.
Why do we even sell these?
