[Open] → How much is that doggie in the window?
Characters: Caim, Open
Date: This afternoon - evening
Summary: Caim's recently returned from Drakengard. With one eye. A few years older. A bit angrier. He hasn't gone to the infirmary just yet, but he will after his shift at Hotdog on a Stick is over. However, looks like the shop is open again to the public, so hotdogs and lemonade for those who wish it.
Warnings: Hard to have warnings for a man who's mute.
This blasted place. I could have just stayed and broken the seals. For her freedom, I would slay ten thousand children. Food they shall become for the birds of the sky!
Caim grinned and he squinted with his right eye. The world had an entirely different perspective without the other, didn't it? He could just imagine what Inuart and Furiae would say. The mockery could only come too soon. He would turn away and ignore it. For the time being.
In the corner behind the counter rested his broadsword. It would come in handy if he needed it. If one person even looked at him wrong, they'd find their remains in the next batch of meat that he chose to grind up. People 'dogs'. They were dogs. All of them. Filthy creatures, not deserving of life--save for some.
He couldn't say he was thrilled to be in uniform again. He looked less than pleased, less than amused, and instead, wore a lopsided smile that didn't sit quite right. On the other hand, could the insane truly smile? No. Of course not. He didn't think it was possible. Beside the cash register, in the bold print large enough for anyone to see, read the following:
"Your cashier and lemonade churner is mute. He lacks the ability to speak. Look at your total on the register. For any questions, please refer to the whiteboard tacked beside the certificate for the health code."
All he had to do was wait.
Date: This afternoon - evening
Summary: Caim's recently returned from Drakengard. With one eye. A few years older. A bit angrier. He hasn't gone to the infirmary just yet, but he will after his shift at Hotdog on a Stick is over. However, looks like the shop is open again to the public, so hotdogs and lemonade for those who wish it.
Warnings: Hard to have warnings for a man who's mute.
This blasted place. I could have just stayed and broken the seals. For her freedom, I would slay ten thousand children. Food they shall become for the birds of the sky!
Caim grinned and he squinted with his right eye. The world had an entirely different perspective without the other, didn't it? He could just imagine what Inuart and Furiae would say. The mockery could only come too soon. He would turn away and ignore it. For the time being.
In the corner behind the counter rested his broadsword. It would come in handy if he needed it. If one person even looked at him wrong, they'd find their remains in the next batch of meat that he chose to grind up. People 'dogs'. They were dogs. All of them. Filthy creatures, not deserving of life--save for some.
He couldn't say he was thrilled to be in uniform again. He looked less than pleased, less than amused, and instead, wore a lopsided smile that didn't sit quite right. On the other hand, could the insane truly smile? No. Of course not. He didn't think it was possible. Beside the cash register, in the bold print large enough for anyone to see, read the following:
"Your cashier and lemonade churner is mute. He lacks the ability to speak. Look at your total on the register. For any questions, please refer to the whiteboard tacked beside the certificate for the health code."
All he had to do was wait.