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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 15:34:55 GMT -4
Always wear a red tie to look sharp when going to work. It's all about the first impression, even though it's been about at most two weeks since Eis started the job at the local café. The atmosphere around the cafè was usually always friendly with group of people coming in for drinks, study, or even just lounge around with friends. The owner went all out when buying those nice fluffy pillows to make it feel like you've never left your home, very comfortable. It'd take one look to tell that owner was dedicated to making the customers and employees feel comfortable. A man in his mid-twenties accomplishing this much must've had been some lucky miracle, a professional entrepreneur. His hair was always greasy for a business owner, quite short and stubby. He had it all if Eis had to say so himself when usually observing him. A nice car, nice family, great business, and healthy lifestyle.
"Eis, I could use your help in the back with unloading the new microwave oven I bought!" Yelled all the way from the back room from Mr. Kios, owner of the cafè. Watching Eis walk to the back was almost like watching a baby deer walking for the first time, his movements were far too clumsy. No wonder why he's only allowed behind the cash register. "Yes.". Mr. Kio gestured for his employee to follow him down the basement to help him unwrap the new shipment he bought online. "Eis, you've worked so hard. You know how last week we all wrote suggestion notes on what could improve the establishment? You wrote down microwave oven, so I ordered it!" Mr. Kio expected more of a happier reaction Eis, but his expression didn't change one bit after hearing the great news. "Let's get to installing!" Mr. Kio's biggest mistake was turning his back away from Eis for only a spilt second alone to unboxthe microwave oven.
"Mi...croOwavvvvvveeee... ovenennenennenee...ven.." They've got to install those microwave ovens..
Pressurized air quickly began to pack up underneath Eis' feet at an alarming rate to give him a quick burst of speed forward while Mr. Kio had his back turned facing him. The range was close enough to grab him on time and beat Mr. Kio's reaction speed. The owner could practically feel the wind brushing against his back. It's on of those moments where people feel something quite sinister ready to pounce. Like when you go downstairs at two AM for a drink of water. In Eis' left hand was a crowbar he found lying around on the basement floor. With the shifting momentum and combined force of Eis' body weight moving forward to give him all the power needed to SLAM that crowbar against Mr. Kio's back to send him tumbling against the floor with scraps. There would probably also be a large bruise on his back too. The basement's door was sealed shut, pre-planned by Eis to block out the screeching scream the owner made once on impact.
Ring. Ring. The phone. "Bravo, Eis. Eyy, Mr. Kio! It's your best friend Nicolai! How long has it been? Months? You've been dodging my calls for that long. Look at you, living the life off of my money. All the damn money I loaned to you for your shitty cafè to get you started. Nice car. Nice house. Nice business. All of that is thanks to me and you can't even owe me back..? Eis, kick him for me." Obeying his command, Eis sent a quick right foot to the man on the floor sides to collide against his ribcage. "Anyway, time is up my friend. Eis will be taking you back once the cafè closes up for today, I can't wait to see you~~" Nicolai hung up. The best part about all of this was that Eis could take the microwave oven back home all to himself, walking back upstairs with his usual clumsy self to lock the basement's door behind him. Eis went right back to the cash register for the next customers in line.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2018 7:21:14 GMT -4
 bask in your schadenfreude, sweet nothing "mm, yeah. i understand, papa. there's no need to worry, i won't cause anymore unnecessary problems. it's me after all, the guy deserved it. he wouldn't give me the money, is it my fault he lost the gamble?" entering a well-known cafe was none other then ringo susumu. bushy, short black hair would be swept back with a single stroke of his free hand. his other, currently, had been occupied with a cellular device. soften, dual colored eyes shifted around the cafe to gather the amount of people that were within here. the air itself was quaint, serene; it was practically a spot for the younger, as well as older, to relax and work.
"ah, i'll be home in a bit. just give me an hour, papa. i stopped by the cafe to get something sweet, i'll bring you something back, later." hanging up the phone. the male would come to place the device into his pocket. for the male's clothing style, he adorned the following: a red, short-sleeve shirt. a pair of slim-fitting jeans that were of a dark color. lastly, for footwear, he adorned a pair of brown combat boots. before taking his order he'd come to notice the cashier, no longer there, made his way elsewhere with another man by his side. he wondered though, "ah--well shoot, i had an order to make y'know." ringo pouted.
during the time that they were gone, he began to occupy his time by listening to music upon his device. inputting wireless earbuds into his ears. "will your lips taste the kiss of death..." he mumbled. listening to his music while awaiting for the male and his associate to return. during the time that he was awaiting, it wasn't until, finally, they were--no, wait, he was back? "uh..." before saying his order, he wondered, where did the other guy go? maybe it was to the bathroom, even though it looked as if he and the man went off somewhere together.
"oi, by chance, that guy you were with," ringo asked, "was that mr.kei by chance?" it didn't dawn upon him until he remembered. "my father wanted me to tell the guy about how much he enjoyed his time here at this cafe. he wanted me to pass him a message about how much he enjoyed the coffee here." ringo jested. "honestly, my old man can be so annoying. i actually wanted to see mr.kei myself, definitely need to know how he got my father to actually drink coffee. he's always crying about how he despises the bitter texture. he just doesn't get it, honestly." ringo stated, waving the palm of his left hand nonchalantly before him.
note: boop, i'll take your thread, love. though i'm unsure as to what the goal is here, along with the set up, it was a bit...odd. but nonetheless, i am here to have the fun!
tagged: @eis
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