[fragment] Tetsu, Hana - Job Hunting
cheloya: It's been a busy morning for Hanatarou - stock comes in at seven on the dot, so he has to be waiting out the back at quarter to, with the forklift warmed up and ready to go. It's a hassle, to have to move it all in by himself - especially since his warehouse tends to deliver cold stock at the least opportune moment - but there's not a lot he can do about it. He's been waiting hopefully for weeks for a resume, a phone call - he thinks, rather miserably, as he carts milk to and from the cold room, that he'd even take a rock through the window with a name attached, at the moment.
cheloya: It doesn't help that he always seems to have more customers on these mornings - the buzzer sounds, and he hastily dumps the bottles into the fridge, hot-footing it back to the counter just in time to gasp, "Welcome to Yamada's!" and offer a tremulous smile.
cheloya: He returns to the fridge a few minutes later, one newspaper down and fretting about not having ordered enough of them. He heaves a milk crate off the small stack beside the wall-refridgerator and rests it precariously on one thigh and the yoghurt shelf. He grimaces at the feel of cold milk - there's a leaky bottle in there somewhere, he sighs - seeping into his black slacks. The buzzer goes again - longer, slower than the last one, so Hana knows that this customer, at least, is in no real hurry. He finishes with the crate, puts aside the leaking bottle, and closes the fridge again, hurrying forward to greet the customer. "Welcome to Yamada's!"
cheloya: (3)
hiscraftybaby: Exams had gone well enough, especially his math class. Something about tutoring Rukia and Hitsugaya all semester had really helped him solidify everything, and he had no doubt he aced that final. The others went about as well, so Tetsu's in a pretty good mood now. Most people weren't insane enough to be out hunting for a job this soon after finals, looking to recover a bit before diving into the everyday grind of a job. However, Tetsuzaemon is not a man that can let himself be idle. He's always got to be doing something, even if it's just sleeping, because otherwise - Yeah. So, slapping the paper against his thigh, he walks down the sidewalks of Mercy Street near his home. He needs something close by, and something that'll give him the weekends off so that he can keep up his work at the Brigand. He figures, being this specific with his schedule, he'd better get started before everyone else.
hiscraftybaby: The first place marked on his list is a little corner convenience store, in fact one that the boys have frequented in the past. It's close by, meaning if last night supplies - milk, ramen, condoms, porn - were needed, this is the place they go. Still, it's been a while since Tetsu himself has been here.
He blinks at the harried looking kid - though he's probably not much younger than Tetsu - that dashes up from the back, lifting his eyebrows so that they shoot up high over his sunglasses, lifting the paper to show the kid the ad he has circled.
"Hey. I'm here about a job. Your boss here?"
hiscraftybaby: (2)
cheloya: Hanatarou spends a few seconds just staring at the much, much taller man - it has been a while since he has felt this truly mouselike. "Ah--" He clears his throat and offers an apologetic sort of smile, and a short bow to go with it. "Actually, I'm the manager. You're, ah... you're after the job?" You? he adds in his head, because really, he's sure this man will look out of place in a convenience store uniform.
cheloya: He must have practically scraped his head on the door.
cheloya: (2)
hiscraftybaby: His eyebrows climb higher and he finally lifts a hand and shoves his sunglasses up onto the top of his head, eyeing the shorter kid somewhat skeptically before shrugging and offering an easy smile. This kid doesn't have the look of someone who would try and yank his chain and waste his time. Especially since Tetsu is about twice his size. That tends to deter people that might otherwise be inclined to play jokes.
"Yeah. Got some free time on my hands now that school's out and gotta save up for next semester. Position still available?"
cheloya: Hanatarou tries to gather himself. The other man's smile isn't intimidating at all, no matter what the sunglasses and his stature might have inscribed. He smiles. "Yes, it's still available. Ah..." He glances at his hands for a moment, fidgeting as he tries to think - he hasn't really been told a lot, about how to deal with potential applicants. Apart from being told to act in a confident, professional manner, which... doesn't really help him at all. "How often would you like to work? I mean... I'm sure you'd like to enjoy your holidays, too. And... can you start immediately?"
cheloya: (1)
hiscraftybaby: The kid definitely needs some confidence. Not to mention some help - that much is plainly apparent by the dark circles under his eyes. Considering who he lives with, he knows that exhausted look. Ikkaku often looks like that during the week, especially during the opening of football season. People always got rowdy and eager to drink around those times.
hiscraftybaby: "Well, I can work durin' the week pretty much any time. 'Cept on Wednesdays from 3 to 9. I'm takin' a summer course and got class those times each week. And I can't work on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday on account of my other job. So Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Wednesday mornin' I'm yours." He realizes he's not leaving himself much room for time off here, and by the end of the semester he's probably going to be exhausted, but if it means helping to pay for college so that Ikkaku can actually pocket his own money to use on himself, then the lack of guilt will more than make up for the lack of sleep.
hiscraftybaby: (2)
cheloya: "R-really?" Hanatarou is delighted. It's a shame about Friday, of course, since that's the second stock day of the week, but-- "That would be wonderful, ....ah." He pauses as he realises he doesn't know the other man's name yet.
cheloya: (1)
hiscraftybaby: "Yeah, I know my availability sucks." He's kind of sheepish about this, but Friday's are murder and he likes to keep those days open to help out at the Brigand if it's needed. Still, three and a half days a week is better than nothing, he supposes, and the kid looks like he doesn't mind much. At his pause Tetsu blinks then slaps a hand over his forehead, knocking his sunglasses further back over his head. Adjusting them so they won't fall he extends his hand politely, still smiling.
"Sorry. Tetsuzaemon Iba. But you can call me Tetsu, only my ma ever bothered with the whole thing."
hiscraftybaby: (1)
cheloya: Hanatarou isn't sure how comfortable he is, addressing such a recent acquaintance by first name only, and is mildly uncertain of how to proceed. "Ah, nice to meet you, Tetsu-san," he says, respectfully. "Hanata-- oh, but I said that already." He bites his lip and looks momentarily sheepish. "Well, I'll have to find you a uniform, but until then, as close as you can get to this will be fine."
He gestures to his own outfit, black pants and a pale orange and yellow shirt, and tugs at the little paper cap that just barely stays settled on his head. "Have you ever worked in a convenience store before, Tetsu-san?"
cheloya: (1)
cheloya: It doesn't help that he always seems to have more customers on these mornings - the buzzer sounds, and he hastily dumps the bottles into the fridge, hot-footing it back to the counter just in time to gasp, "Welcome to Yamada's!" and offer a tremulous smile.
cheloya: He returns to the fridge a few minutes later, one newspaper down and fretting about not having ordered enough of them. He heaves a milk crate off the small stack beside the wall-refridgerator and rests it precariously on one thigh and the yoghurt shelf. He grimaces at the feel of cold milk - there's a leaky bottle in there somewhere, he sighs - seeping into his black slacks. The buzzer goes again - longer, slower than the last one, so Hana knows that this customer, at least, is in no real hurry. He finishes with the crate, puts aside the leaking bottle, and closes the fridge again, hurrying forward to greet the customer. "Welcome to Yamada's!"
cheloya: (3)
hiscraftybaby: Exams had gone well enough, especially his math class. Something about tutoring Rukia and Hitsugaya all semester had really helped him solidify everything, and he had no doubt he aced that final. The others went about as well, so Tetsu's in a pretty good mood now. Most people weren't insane enough to be out hunting for a job this soon after finals, looking to recover a bit before diving into the everyday grind of a job. However, Tetsuzaemon is not a man that can let himself be idle. He's always got to be doing something, even if it's just sleeping, because otherwise - Yeah. So, slapping the paper against his thigh, he walks down the sidewalks of Mercy Street near his home. He needs something close by, and something that'll give him the weekends off so that he can keep up his work at the Brigand. He figures, being this specific with his schedule, he'd better get started before everyone else.
hiscraftybaby: The first place marked on his list is a little corner convenience store, in fact one that the boys have frequented in the past. It's close by, meaning if last night supplies - milk, ramen, condoms, porn - were needed, this is the place they go. Still, it's been a while since Tetsu himself has been here.
He blinks at the harried looking kid - though he's probably not much younger than Tetsu - that dashes up from the back, lifting his eyebrows so that they shoot up high over his sunglasses, lifting the paper to show the kid the ad he has circled.
"Hey. I'm here about a job. Your boss here?"
hiscraftybaby: (2)
cheloya: Hanatarou spends a few seconds just staring at the much, much taller man - it has been a while since he has felt this truly mouselike. "Ah--" He clears his throat and offers an apologetic sort of smile, and a short bow to go with it. "Actually, I'm the manager. You're, ah... you're after the job?" You? he adds in his head, because really, he's sure this man will look out of place in a convenience store uniform.
cheloya: He must have practically scraped his head on the door.
cheloya: (2)
hiscraftybaby: His eyebrows climb higher and he finally lifts a hand and shoves his sunglasses up onto the top of his head, eyeing the shorter kid somewhat skeptically before shrugging and offering an easy smile. This kid doesn't have the look of someone who would try and yank his chain and waste his time. Especially since Tetsu is about twice his size. That tends to deter people that might otherwise be inclined to play jokes.
"Yeah. Got some free time on my hands now that school's out and gotta save up for next semester. Position still available?"
cheloya: Hanatarou tries to gather himself. The other man's smile isn't intimidating at all, no matter what the sunglasses and his stature might have inscribed. He smiles. "Yes, it's still available. Ah..." He glances at his hands for a moment, fidgeting as he tries to think - he hasn't really been told a lot, about how to deal with potential applicants. Apart from being told to act in a confident, professional manner, which... doesn't really help him at all. "How often would you like to work? I mean... I'm sure you'd like to enjoy your holidays, too. And... can you start immediately?"
cheloya: (1)
hiscraftybaby: The kid definitely needs some confidence. Not to mention some help - that much is plainly apparent by the dark circles under his eyes. Considering who he lives with, he knows that exhausted look. Ikkaku often looks like that during the week, especially during the opening of football season. People always got rowdy and eager to drink around those times.
hiscraftybaby: "Well, I can work durin' the week pretty much any time. 'Cept on Wednesdays from 3 to 9. I'm takin' a summer course and got class those times each week. And I can't work on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday on account of my other job. So Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Wednesday mornin' I'm yours." He realizes he's not leaving himself much room for time off here, and by the end of the semester he's probably going to be exhausted, but if it means helping to pay for college so that Ikkaku can actually pocket his own money to use on himself, then the lack of guilt will more than make up for the lack of sleep.
hiscraftybaby: (2)
cheloya: "R-really?" Hanatarou is delighted. It's a shame about Friday, of course, since that's the second stock day of the week, but-- "That would be wonderful, ....ah." He pauses as he realises he doesn't know the other man's name yet.
cheloya: (1)
hiscraftybaby: "Yeah, I know my availability sucks." He's kind of sheepish about this, but Friday's are murder and he likes to keep those days open to help out at the Brigand if it's needed. Still, three and a half days a week is better than nothing, he supposes, and the kid looks like he doesn't mind much. At his pause Tetsu blinks then slaps a hand over his forehead, knocking his sunglasses further back over his head. Adjusting them so they won't fall he extends his hand politely, still smiling.
"Sorry. Tetsuzaemon Iba. But you can call me Tetsu, only my ma ever bothered with the whole thing."
hiscraftybaby: (1)
cheloya: Hanatarou isn't sure how comfortable he is, addressing such a recent acquaintance by first name only, and is mildly uncertain of how to proceed. "Ah, nice to meet you, Tetsu-san," he says, respectfully. "Hanata-- oh, but I said that already." He bites his lip and looks momentarily sheepish. "Well, I'll have to find you a uniform, but until then, as close as you can get to this will be fine."
He gestures to his own outfit, black pants and a pale orange and yellow shirt, and tugs at the little paper cap that just barely stays settled on his head. "Have you ever worked in a convenience store before, Tetsu-san?"
cheloya: (1)