[Thread] 'Cause it sparkles, baby.
Who: Selphie (gamblerselphie ) & Kirin (picklesplz )
Where: The Stea shop where Kirin works, Terra.
When: December 2nd.
Summary: Selphie drops by to buy some presents, Kirin's in for a commission or two.
Rating: PG?
Other: Not all that shines it's gold.
What was it about winter that people decided getting married was a good idea? He'd served six rings so far, four were engagements, one was a promise and the other... given the design, Kirin really didn't want to know. Maybe it had something to do with people getting married in Spring. Ah well, not his business what they wanted the rings for - he didn't even like rings, anyway - just to make sure they left happy.
At the moment, he enjoyed a pleasant break, poking a bit of Chinese rice and pork in a little carton box. Balanced on the high table, he spied the outside of the shop, half hidden by the displays and fishing pickles in the spicy mix - the pickles hadn't come with the order.
The outer shelves were stacked with the usual glittery stuff that easily caught the eye, but while there was the occasional twit trying to steal it - which made Kirin's days sliiightly less tedious than usual - a real client - and a real thief - knew they weren't really the best in the shop. For the umpteenth time, Kirin sulked at not being up a level working with the good stuff. Bah, there was no justice in the world. Munching perhaps a bit too energetically on a mouthful, he wondered if the frogs had been too nice. Surely there was something... better than inducing a blackout from panic attack. He needed to think it thorough.
Speaking of thinking, wasn't that network girl coming over to look at stuff that day? Sophie? No, with Se... Sephie, Selphie. Pleased with his less than stellar memory process, Kirin wondered if she'd show up.
Where: The Stea shop where Kirin works, Terra.
When: December 2nd.
Summary: Selphie drops by to buy some presents, Kirin's in for a commission or two.
Rating: PG?
Other: Not all that shines it's gold.
What was it about winter that people decided getting married was a good idea? He'd served six rings so far, four were engagements, one was a promise and the other... given the design, Kirin really didn't want to know. Maybe it had something to do with people getting married in Spring. Ah well, not his business what they wanted the rings for - he didn't even like rings, anyway - just to make sure they left happy.
At the moment, he enjoyed a pleasant break, poking a bit of Chinese rice and pork in a little carton box. Balanced on the high table, he spied the outside of the shop, half hidden by the displays and fishing pickles in the spicy mix - the pickles hadn't come with the order.
The outer shelves were stacked with the usual glittery stuff that easily caught the eye, but while there was the occasional twit trying to steal it - which made Kirin's days sliiightly less tedious than usual - a real client - and a real thief - knew they weren't really the best in the shop. For the umpteenth time, Kirin sulked at not being up a level working with the good stuff. Bah, there was no justice in the world. Munching perhaps a bit too energetically on a mouthful, he wondered if the frogs had been too nice. Surely there was something... better than inducing a blackout from panic attack. He needed to think it thorough.
Speaking of thinking, wasn't that network girl coming over to look at stuff that day? Sophie? No, with Se... Sephie, Selphie. Pleased with his less than stellar memory process, Kirin wondered if she'd show up.