Fixer-Uppers!!! Friday!!!

[the_merriest]

Oh, man, the store still looked awesome. And now she had one more employee, and this place just got more busy all the time! That happened to be very very cool. And today, she was going to finally dump out all of the random stuff she'd gotten from monsters on her last trip home and sort it and see if she could make anything useful from the loot.

Of course there had been monsters. Nothing in Spira ever managed to get anywhere without monsters. It was like a rule.

Fixer-Uppers was way totally open.

(open/ocd-free!)

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[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Sometime in the afternoon, a dog dragging in a box of parts that was once a scooter came into the store. Finally dragging it up to the counter, Jack flopped down on the floor with his head hanging over the box.

//I don't suppose you understand dog?// he whimpered, //Or at least be able to fix this thing?//

[the_merriest]

"Awwww, puppy!" From the way Rikku was bouncing around the counter and reaching to scratch behind the dog's ears, it was probably pretty clear that no, she didn't speak dog. "Who's a good puppy? Who's a good puppy? I bet I have some beef jerky in here somewhere."

Give her a minute and she'd check out the box. Cute dog made for sensory overload.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

//Jerky?// Jack tipped as he raised his head up in hope. After eating gourmet dog food at Vine's any meat product sounded good. //Good God, woman! I could kiss you right now!//

[the_merriest]

Rikku couldn't help giggling as the dog's head jerked up. "Do you like that?" she asked, fishing through her leg pouch. "Does you like num-nums? Awww, who's a good puppy?"

Hopefully, Jack would forgive the babytalk when he heard the rustle of a huge bag of beef jerky being yanked out and rustled open. (Yes, she carried one in her leg pouch. She also had a wrench in there, and a few hundred different kinds of bombs, and ... okay, the inside was bigger than the outside, all right?)

"Treat-treat?" she asked, holding out a few pieces for the puppy in one hand. "Take nice."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

//Dear God, woman!// he whimpered as he took the jerky, //Don't make me beg... oh. Oh. oh, God! Real food!//

His tail was wagging so hard it was banging the box with loud "Thwacks!"

[the_merriest]

"Awwww, you sound hungry," she said, reaching into the bag and dumping out way more of the jerky treats. If only there was a placemat or something she could put them on, so he wouldn't have to eat out of her hand. She didn't mind, but it meant she could only feed him a few at a time. And the ground probably had grease and oil and stuff on it that wasn't safe for dogs to get on their food.

"Ooooh, what's in the box?" she asked, finally bothering to look over. "Did you bring me a present?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

//Hmm? What?// Jack said looking up and then over at the box. //Oh! That!//

He padded over to the box and pawed it a couple of times. //Can you fix this?// he yipped. //It was... destroyed by a spider. Just my luck.//

[the_merriest]

"Ooooh, that looks messy," she said. "Did you find this, puppy?"

She reached over to pat the dog's head before riffling through the box. "It looks like a scooter," she said. "Some structural damage. I bet I can fix it up in a snap. Is this yours?"

She tilted her head at him, like some dim light bulb was flickering into place. "Waaaaaaaait a second. Are you ... are you a student?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack wagged his tail. He didn't mean to. It just did that on it's own.

//Yep!// Jack barked affirmatively. And then bobbed his head up and down to mimic a human. //Don't suppose you can fix me?//

...

//Fix me as in making me human. Not the other thing.//

She still doesn't understand dog, Jack.

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

Of course it was a rule. Worlds where you didn't have to go through monsters to get from place to place were strange.

Rude lurked against the wall and watched Rikku. "Nice haul. Anything... interesting?"

[the_merriest]

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!"

She had picked up certain verbal tics from Reno. One was 'yoto.' The other was taking several seconds to pronounce Rude's name.

The flying leap hug was all her own.

"Did you miss me? It was just supposed to be some stupid diplomatic thing but then there were monsters. At least I got a decent-sized stash. I haven't looked it over yet. Anything you need upgraded? I'm bored so I'll even give you a good price."

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

Rude just stood there and allowed himself to be hugged.

"You have to be bored before you'll give me a discount?" he asked. "I'm... hurt."

[the_merriest]

"I'm not in business for my health, Rude," she said, trying to sound like a hard-nosed businesswoman and not like ... well, herself. "Besides, don't Turks have buttloads of money?"

Using words like 'buttloads' probably didn't help.

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

"Don't YOU?" Rude countered. A haul of monster drops like that had to have come with a lot of gil, after all. "You're in business for your own amusement."

[the_merriest]

"I'm not the one who wants something," she grinned. "What are you using your money for, anyway?"

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

Rude shrugged. "Booze. Sunglasses."

He pulled off one glove and slid the materia out of the slots near its cuff. "How much for a strength increase?"

[the_merriest]

She examined the glove, turning it over to one side and thinking.

"It depends how much of an increase we're talking," she said. "Something like three percent, that's not even worth your time to put on here. Twenty percent, you can't afford, and I don't have the supplies, anyway. Five and ten are both doable, but one's more expensive than the other, obviously."