First Day of Work

[mounties_rock]

WHO: Canada, Norway, Customers?
WHEN: Wednesday, August 12th
WHERE: Madam Maimes
WHAT: Job-Training/Work

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[norwegiantroll]

A familiar bell rang and Sindre was informed that someone was entering the store. He put on the friendliest face he could muster up and, in the end, nothing changed. He tried not to stare at Matthew's little boot. Because of the injury, he had been given time off before he even started.

"Welcome," he greeted unceremoniously. "Feeling better?"

SORRY SORRY SORRY.

[mounties_rock]

Sindre glanced at his injury and Matthew decided convincing himself he was imagining the stares was impossible. Sigh.

"Hey," he said in response to Sindre's greeting, letting him know "Its.. okay." when the other man inquired as to his injury. Okay, it may have seemed like a bland anwser, but really that was the truth. His ankle had long stopped hurting, he just couldn't walk on it without support. The boot may have been gawky but after a over a weeks worth of crutches he would have walked around with an... well, something more awkward then the boot. God, he would have nightmares about those things (the crutches).

"Crutches really suck."he informed Sindre. He was now of the mind that everyone should know that. Know that and fear (the crutches).

"Oh, and um, sorry about this whole.. thing." he finished. He still felt really bad that he had to take time off before his first day of work. Talk about awkward. He was surprised they hadn't fired him over it, honestly.

S'all good, yo! *hates you forever*

[norwegiantroll]

Sindre shrugged the apology off. Despite the fact that Matthew had never met Madame Maime, all it took to convince her to hire him was to say that his 'energy felt positive'. In reality, Sindre had no idea what Matthew's energy felt like or if he had any at all. All he knew was that he didn't want to have to sweep the floor or deal with all the healing oils.

"Have you been on crutches before?" Sindre secretly wanted to try the crutches out and crutch around the room amazingly. However, he held back and thought that it would be a wiser idea to steal them when Matthew wasn't looking or, at least, when he wasn't using them.

T_T I am deserving of your hate.

[mounties_rock]

"No, never." he said shaking his head. "And I never want to use them again either. They're deceptive and cruel. When you're a kid you always think 'crutches look like such fun!' but then you're forced to use them and they turn on you."

Matthew realized he may have been ranting, and if Sindre's expression was anything to show for it (though since his expression never changed it probably wasn't) he was definitely uninterested. Still, those dumb crutches had been a constant nuisance to him and he needed to vent a little.

"They should be listed as a torture device and outlawed."

YOU AND YOUR SILLY TROLLS

[mounties_rock]

As Sindre handed Matthew a pair of ridiculous glassess his slight feeling of embarassment worsened. He remembered seeing Sindre wearing them when he came to apply for a job on his first visit to the shop, and knew all too well how silly they looked. The thought of wearing them wasn't one that Matt enjoyed. But.. Well, at least he and Sindre were the only ones in the shop right now. This thought slightly comforted him, and so he slipped on the Invisibility Glasses, afterall this was his job now.

Turning back to the closet, glasses in place, Matthew was suddenly struck with quite an obtuse thought. Suddenly he thought what if the glasses work and there really was a 'troll' in the closet? Ha, as if. Matthew chided himself, there couldn't possibly be a troll in the closet, or anywhere for that matter. Still the thought wasn't leaving his mind, and so he found it was with slightly nervous fingers that he grasped the closet's door knob

Re: YOU AND YOUR SILLY TROLLS

[norwegiantroll]

Sindre donned his own pair of invisibility glasses and made sure to double-check the closet to make sure Matthew wasn't missing a smaller troll or one of the more clever ones that are better at hiding.

Fortunately, he found none and nodded, moderately impressed at how thorough Matthew's troll ward placing was his first time around.

"Then you did it right--" Sindre started right as the bell attached to the front door chimed. A big group of highschool girls walked in, coming directly to the back where Matthew and Sindre were standing.

YOU ARE EVIL. PURE EVIL

[mounties_rock]

Matthew froze as he heard the door chime. That could only mean one thing. People. Turning around nervously, he saw it wasn't just one person, but an entire group. Of girls no less.

With a small eep, Matt whipped off his glasses as quickly as he could. Had they noticed him wearing them?

He wanted to ask if they needed help finding anything, but was too embarassed. Plus, this was his first day at work, he would probably be just as lost as them if thye had an questions to ask.

SORRY. Out all day and that last tag was written during my break.

[norwegiantroll]

Sindre looked at the customers and then shifted his eyes at Matthew before giving him a slight jab with his elbow.

Not even trying to hide it by mutter or whispering, he looked at him to coax him along.

"May I help you," he hinted.