You are a better person than I am.
WHO: Toris and Sindre
WHEN: The evening of 17 August
WHERE: The Book Alley
WHAT: Commiserating over a mutual annoyance acquaintance
Once, just once, Sindre would like to leave work without being completely aggravated. He didn't expect his days to be perfect, mind. It would just be nice if work could manage to reach mediocre occasionally. No crazy customers, no nit picky custom orders, no brownie invasions. Or maybe he could even reach home safely, without getting pop dumped on him. Just. Once.
Unfortunately, fate in the form of of Madame Maime refused to let that happen. She had even enlisted help in the form of one annoying blond, Feliks Something-or-other. Sindre swore she was telling him the shifts he worked on the floor; Feliks hand an eerie ability to never show up when he had a legitimate excuse to dump him on someone else, no matter how Sindre adjusted his schedule. He showed up once a week demanding to have his fortune read, and it had to be by Sindre. No one else would due.
That wasn't counting how often Feliks just showed up. Sindre had convinced him that he could only read a fortune once a week, but that didn't keep him out. He wasn't even allowed to chase him out. Feliks had made fast friends with Madame Maime, and she not only insisted that Sindre acquiesced and do the readings, but Feliks had to be allowed in. She liked the amount of money he brought in and didn't want to do anything to chase him away.
Which led to situations like today. Feliks, for some incomprehensible reason, decided that he would play with the lit incense. And then, somehow, blew the ember hotter, scared himself, and threw it. Of course, it landed just right to set a small stack of books on fire. Easily put out, but still, not worth the hassle.
Pushing open the door to the Book Alley, Sindre took a deep breath. He had received a call yesterday claiming that the book he had ordered had been delivered, and tonight was a perfect night to enjoy it.
He wasn't quite ready to go home. Browsing for new books were a good a way as any to allow enough time to pass for him to calm down enough to deal with the possibility of a Danish invasion, and Feliks' business at least gave him some extra spending money. He was running low on new things to read, anyhow. Distracted by the shelf he was looking at, he didn't see the worker crouched down until he almost tripped over him. Catching himself against the shelves, Sindre turned to apologize, but paused as he caught sight of the other's face. "Toris?"
WHEN: The evening of 17 August
WHERE: The Book Alley
WHAT: Commiserating over a mutual annoyance acquaintance
Once, just once, Sindre would like to leave work without being completely aggravated. He didn't expect his days to be perfect, mind. It would just be nice if work could manage to reach mediocre occasionally. No crazy customers, no nit picky custom orders, no brownie invasions. Or maybe he could even reach home safely, without getting pop dumped on him. Just. Once.
Unfortunately, fate in the form of of Madame Maime refused to let that happen. She had even enlisted help in the form of one annoying blond, Feliks Something-or-other. Sindre swore she was telling him the shifts he worked on the floor; Feliks hand an eerie ability to never show up when he had a legitimate excuse to dump him on someone else, no matter how Sindre adjusted his schedule. He showed up once a week demanding to have his fortune read, and it had to be by Sindre. No one else would due.
That wasn't counting how often Feliks just showed up. Sindre had convinced him that he could only read a fortune once a week, but that didn't keep him out. He wasn't even allowed to chase him out. Feliks had made fast friends with Madame Maime, and she not only insisted that Sindre acquiesced and do the readings, but Feliks had to be allowed in. She liked the amount of money he brought in and didn't want to do anything to chase him away.
Which led to situations like today. Feliks, for some incomprehensible reason, decided that he would play with the lit incense. And then, somehow, blew the ember hotter, scared himself, and threw it. Of course, it landed just right to set a small stack of books on fire. Easily put out, but still, not worth the hassle.
Pushing open the door to the Book Alley, Sindre took a deep breath. He had received a call yesterday claiming that the book he had ordered had been delivered, and tonight was a perfect night to enjoy it.
He wasn't quite ready to go home. Browsing for new books were a good a way as any to allow enough time to pass for him to calm down enough to deal with the possibility of a Danish invasion, and Feliks' business at least gave him some extra spending money. He was running low on new things to read, anyhow. Distracted by the shelf he was looking at, he didn't see the worker crouched down until he almost tripped over him. Catching himself against the shelves, Sindre turned to apologize, but paused as he caught sight of the other's face. "Toris?"