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fandomtownies2018-10-06 06:59 am
mages_suck) wrote in fandomtownies2018-10-06 06:59 am
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Pick Your Poison - Saturday
Fenris knew where the shop was. He didn't have a key and the door was locked. With a small, put upon sigh, he phased through the door and unlocked it from the inside, turning the sign to 'Open'. The lights came next. Iris probably didn't open the store quite so early but it was his first day and though he wouldn't admit it, he was a little nervous.
He walked around the store to familiarize himself with the items available. The Shelves of Shame gave him pause and he glanced between them and the rest of the stuff. Sparkle had mentioned this. Fenris wondered if Iris left it as an example of what people shouldn't smell like. Everything else in the store was much better.
Eventually he made his way behind the counter. He found a stock list and began slowly reading it. It didn't make much sense to Fenris, he didn't know what the plants here did, but it was reading practice nonetheless. Fjord had been patiently teaching him and Fenris was using every opportunity he had to try figuring out words on his own.
There were more strangers on the island. He wondered if this was an average weekend thing and they'd just been lucky until now. Still, he was mercenary enough to realize that more people meant more opportunity to sell gifts, souvenirs, and possibly convince the average human that they should bathe more so their smell didn't offend.
[Store is Open! No OCD.]
He walked around the store to familiarize himself with the items available. The Shelves of Shame gave him pause and he glanced between them and the rest of the stuff. Sparkle had mentioned this. Fenris wondered if Iris left it as an example of what people shouldn't smell like. Everything else in the store was much better.
Eventually he made his way behind the counter. He found a stock list and began slowly reading it. It didn't make much sense to Fenris, he didn't know what the plants here did, but it was reading practice nonetheless. Fjord had been patiently teaching him and Fenris was using every opportunity he had to try figuring out words on his own.
There were more strangers on the island. He wondered if this was an average weekend thing and they'd just been lucky until now. Still, he was mercenary enough to realize that more people meant more opportunity to sell gifts, souvenirs, and possibly convince the average human that they should bathe more so their smell didn't offend.
[Store is Open! No OCD.]