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Who: Hayate, anyone else who wants to join in.
Where: Tokyo, a small bookshop.
What: Just another day at work for Yagami Hayate.
Warnings: None.
It was quiet, but that was to be expected. Business was usually slow, and in some ways that was the way that she preferred it, and while the hustle and bustle could be fun, somehow the calm that set over the little bookstore was quite relaxing and welcomed. She did enjoy it there, surrounded by old friends - some she admittedly didn't know, but always meant to say hello to when she found the time - but being completely enclosed by books was a bit lonely. It was a welcome solace some days, sure, but there were others that Hayate wanted nothing more than human interaction.
Gloved hands sliding over cool metal, she moved her wheelchair slowly through the aisles, a small pile of books rested neatly on her lap. Her boss had other business to attend to, and she needed to leave the store early; to be completely honest, the brunette was honored that she trusted her enough to man the fort. With no more customers than she could count on her hand, the day was still early, but there was a lot to be done. Stopping in front of one of the book shelves, she turned one of the books over, looking at the spine and making a bit of a face, looking upward. She could put it back up there, right? It looked a little high... Reaching up as best as she could, she struggled with a bit of a wince, trying to put the book back where it belonged but not quite able to reach.
Where: Tokyo, a small bookshop.
What: Just another day at work for Yagami Hayate.
Warnings: None.
It was quiet, but that was to be expected. Business was usually slow, and in some ways that was the way that she preferred it, and while the hustle and bustle could be fun, somehow the calm that set over the little bookstore was quite relaxing and welcomed. She did enjoy it there, surrounded by old friends - some she admittedly didn't know, but always meant to say hello to when she found the time - but being completely enclosed by books was a bit lonely. It was a welcome solace some days, sure, but there were others that Hayate wanted nothing more than human interaction.
Gloved hands sliding over cool metal, she moved her wheelchair slowly through the aisles, a small pile of books rested neatly on her lap. Her boss had other business to attend to, and she needed to leave the store early; to be completely honest, the brunette was honored that she trusted her enough to man the fort. With no more customers than she could count on her hand, the day was still early, but there was a lot to be done. Stopping in front of one of the book shelves, she turned one of the books over, looking at the spine and making a bit of a face, looking upward. She could put it back up there, right? It looked a little high... Reaching up as best as she could, she struggled with a bit of a wince, trying to put the book back where it belonged but not quite able to reach.