Cafe Fina - Friday

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane was putting together new chairs and tables.

Why? To stop Fai from whining at him about setting them up.

He was not whipped! Shut up!

Still, so there he was in the middle of the floor of the cafe, with a million pieces around him as he tried to understand the directions.

Who the hell ever heard of a table with a person's name anyways.

And the Help Wanted! sign was still up and promanent in the window.

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[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

"What's all this?" Fai asked curiously, picking his way through the scattered pieces of plywood and brushed steel furniture-to-be.

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kuro looked over at Fai and just glaaaaaaaaaare.

"It's the damn tables and chairs YOU ordered for the cafe. Someone besides the cheese grater and I need to do some work around here."

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

"That's what employees are for," Fai explained, as if pointing out the obvious. Looking over the unassembled Swedish furniture, Fai paused, thoughtful. "...For some reason I want meatballs now..."

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

"We don't have any," he glared again.

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

"I could make some..." Fai tiptoed over to Kurogane and crouched down next to him. "...How is this our furniture? When I ordered it, it looked much more...together."

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane sighed in frustration. "You have to assemble it yourself."

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well, I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job, Kuro-rin." Fai smiled brightly. "Maybe you can get Mokona to help."

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing then?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

"Supervising," was the obvious answer.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra poked her head into the cafe yet again. It was... even more different than last time. There was someone she hadn't met sitting in the floor. That must be Kuro-whatever that Fai had mentioned.

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Yes, that was Kuro-whatsit.

He looked up instantly as the door opened and narrowed his eyes as he studied the girl who walked in as if taking full measure of her. "We're not open, unless you're here about the help wanted sign," he said gruffly.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She studied him back just as closely, seeming not to hear his words.

After a moment or two she nodded in satisfaction, as if he'd passed some sort of evaluation or something.

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane nodded back, with a note of curiousity and understanding.

Maybe this place was half decent after all. "You want a job?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra seemed to consider this question before answering, "I have one." Then adding helpfully, "Here."

It was entirely possible that she didn't really understand this whole 'new ownership' thing. Or that not showing up for work for months might lead people to believe you weren't coming back.

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

"Good then you can start helping with this furniture," he nodded and then motioned at the peices of wood infront of him.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

With a nod she moved to stand beside him. Then she frowned at the furniture.

"What do you want me to do?"

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

"Make those into chairs while I make this into a table," he growled.

Damn it, he was the son of a warrior... not a carpenter. Fai was so gonna pay this time.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra sank gracefully to the floor and picked up two random pieces. "How?" she asked Kuro-who's-his-face, holding up the pieces in question.

It would probably help if she were holding two pieces of a chair instead of a table leg and a chair back.

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane looked from the diograms in the instructions to the pieces around him. "I need that," he said taking the table leg and handing her a chair let instead.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Even after exchanging furniture bits Cassandra frowned at the two pieces in her hands. She experimentally bumped them together with predictably useless results. "It's not working."

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

That was it. Time for the magician to magic something.

Kurogane knew he could. "FAI!"

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

"...Yes?" Fai was sitting on one of the chairs the cafe had come with, just watching the two of them.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"It's not working," Cassandra explained helpfully holding up the chair leg and chair back that continued to refuse fitting together no matter what angle she tried.

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

Fai got up, picking his way over to them and retrieving one of the instruction papers. Luckily, they were entirely pictures. "You have to put the little thingies in to make the pieces stay together. Use the screwdriver," he explained, pointing to the necessary pictures.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey! Instructions that didn't require reading! That was a good idea. Cassandra leaned in closer and beamed. She could figure these out.

She shoved the pieces together again with about the same effect.

Well, she could figure these out eventually.