OOC: So far I have this set for May 24th - that okay? (It's a Wednesday)Tetsu is sort of nervous. Sort of. In a round about kind of way. More he's worried about the possibility that he'll break something than screw up. Tetsu's a fairly smart guy (no matter how well he hides it) and he's been working here for about two weeks now. Everything's pretty routine, even on the days when they get stock in. Tetsu's good at following a routine
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Hanatarou, blocks away in his apartment, is staring at the ceiling. He has been staring at the ceiling since he woke at dawn, tense and certain he was running late. It had taken a few moments with his heart pounding in his throat before he remembered he had a day off today: Tetsu was opening the store by himself.
A day off. Hanatarou hasn't had one in so long, he's forgotten what they're like. He feels like he should get up and do something, but that's not what days off are for. They are for ignoring shoulds and staying in bed for as long as he likes, even though he can't quite bring himself to fall back into sleep.
But after six months of managing the store solo, there's only so much nonproductivity Hanatarou can take. He rolls out of bed and inches across the cold floorboards, wondering if he still has fresh tea. He has no idea where his slippers are; it's been that long since he had time to use them...
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Tetsu doesn't quite kiss the little old lady that comes into the store to drop off her dry cleaning, but he does expend more effort than usual engaging her in conversation. She seems pretty inclined to comply, too, easily distracted from filling out the form with talking about her granddaughter, who is apparently around his age and quite the sweetheart. She comes by the play chess each Saturday afternoon and takes her granny to brunch every Sunday ("I never let her pay, even though she tries to insist, because she really should save her money for school").
Normally Tetsu might find the conversation a bit tedious, but he's so grateful at the company that he actually asks questions and learns a bit more about the girl that he needs to know.
Which might be why the old lady offers to give Tetsu her granddaughters phone number.
He laughs a bit sheepishly and apologizes, saying that he actually has a girlfriend (hah, doesn't he wish?). Still
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There's no tea, but there's juice that's only a little past its use-by date. A cautious sip had determined it was still fit for human consumption, so now Hanatarou sits curled on the couch with the half-empty glass, the front of his over-large sleeping shirt decorated with the remains of a piece of toast.
He cradles the glass in his hands, watches the phone out of the corner of his eye. It's not off the hook. Tetsu can still call if he needs any help. But he'll be fine; Hanatarou is sure of it.
Not sure enough to go out without a cell phone, but pretty sure nonetheless.
He sort of wants to go out. He's never really been a
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Now facing an empty store, nothing to do, and a natural inclination to sleep away his life Tetsu pushes away from the counter before he actually does take a nap against the counter. He really can't afford to lose this job--not if he wants to be able to tell Ikkaku that he doesn't have to pay for Tetsu's fall semester. He badly wants to be able to say that, wants to see Ikkaku's face when he realizes that the money he'd saved can be used on himself. Or, saved for the spring semester and all the money he earns over the course of the fall semester can still be his own.
No matter what, it means money for Ikkaku to do whatever he wants with it. And that is the most important thing, in Tetsu's mind.
He starts pacing around the store, though there's not much for him to do--everything that needs to be stocked has bee stocked, and there haven't been any customers in destroying the place, so there's nothing to clean up. Really, all he's doing at this point is pacing the store, keeping the blood flowing through his legs.
The floor is clean. The washing's on. Hanatarou is standing on the sturdier of two chairs and still swaying back and forth as he attempts to dust the light fixture. Not the safest thing to do, but he's gotten to be remarkably good at falling over the years, and there's nothing really dangerous around - although it must be said he has an alarming propensity toward injuring himself on mundane objects. (He once sliced his hand open with a cigarette carton; nothing more than a glorified papercut, but still enough to ensure he didn't write for two weeks
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Tetsu is beginning to remember why he hated his previous job so much--not the work at the Brigand, but the job he'd had before he'd started school. Guarding rich lawyers parked cars had been an uneventful and boring job that had left Tetsu so bored he did little more than sleep. Though, at least there, he'd had a television set. Not that daytime programming had gone a long way toward entertaining him--since he refused to watch soap operas under the horrifying chance that he might actually like one--but it had been noise
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Hanatarou, blocks away in his apartment, is staring at the ceiling. He has been staring at the ceiling since he woke at dawn, tense and certain he was running late. It had taken a few moments with his heart pounding in his throat before he remembered he had a day off today: Tetsu was opening the store by himself.
A day off. Hanatarou hasn't had one in so long, he's forgotten what they're like. He feels like he should get up and do something, but that's not what days off are for. They are for ignoring shoulds and staying in bed for as long as he likes, even though he can't quite bring himself to fall back into sleep.
But after six months of managing the store solo, there's only so much nonproductivity Hanatarou can take. He rolls out of bed and inches across the cold floorboards, wondering if he still has fresh tea. He has no idea where his slippers are; it's been that long since he had time to use them...
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Tetsu doesn't quite kiss the little old lady that comes into the store to drop off her dry cleaning, but he does expend more effort than usual engaging her in conversation. She seems pretty inclined to comply, too, easily distracted from filling out the form with talking about her granddaughter, who is apparently around his age and quite the sweetheart. She comes by the play chess each Saturday afternoon and takes her granny to brunch every Sunday ("I never let her pay, even though she tries to insist, because she really should save her money for school").
Normally Tetsu might find the conversation a bit tedious, but he's so grateful at the company that he actually asks questions and learns a bit more about the girl that he needs to know.
Which might be why the old lady offers to give Tetsu her granddaughters phone number.
He laughs a bit sheepishly and apologizes, saying that he actually has a girlfriend (hah, doesn't he wish?). Still ( ... )
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use-by date. A cautious sip had determined it was still fit for
human consumption, so now Hanatarou sits curled on the
couch with the half-empty glass, the front of his over-large
sleeping shirt decorated with the remains of a piece of toast.
He cradles the glass in his hands, watches the phone out of
the corner of his eye. It's not off the hook. Tetsu can still call
if he needs any help. But he'll be fine; Hanatarou is sure of it.
Not sure enough to go out without a cell phone, but pretty
sure nonetheless.
He sort of wants to go out. He's never really been a ( ... )
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No matter what, it means money for Ikkaku to do whatever he wants with it. And that is the most important thing, in Tetsu's mind.
He starts pacing around the store, though there's not much for him to do--everything that needs to be stocked has bee stocked, and there haven't been any customers in destroying the place, so there's nothing to clean up. Really, all he's doing at this point is pacing the store, keeping the blood flowing through his legs.
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