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fandomtownies2019-03-17 12:20 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday
Fenris had learned about the cereal the hard way in the morning and had left Fjord packaging it up with the excuse that Fenris had to get to work. Which made him a little early for his regular shift.
Tickles was pleased to see him, launching at him from the counter the second he phased through the door. The kittenwillow was particularly pleased to find a random marshmallow that had lodged in a panel of his armor. Hooking it out with a claw, Tickles darted back down Fenris' torso and leaped down to the floor. A game of bat-and-chase ensued while the kittenwillow essentially played goalless hockey with a marshmallow. Fenris watched and carefully stepped over it to get to the counter. "You're very strange," he informed the kittenwillow.
He took the precaution of spreading sheet plastic on the floor in front of every door that could moderately be considered a closet. If he needed anything inside, he'd just phase in and avoid opening them. Which happened about ten minutes later when a customer called and asked if they had a very specific type of fertilizer. There was none on the shelves in the store but there was a space and a tag for it and Fenris had to go look.
Phasing through the door wasn't difficult nor was locating the fertilizer. In the supply room, which was - as expected - full of cereal. With a weary sigh, Fenris left the room and began setting up a sort of plastic sheet catchbasin to keep the cereal from getting all over. Once that was arranged, he opened the door and scowled as cereal came pouring out. Reaching in with a snow shovel, he began scooping the rest into the plastic so he could carefully climb over the edge of the catchbasin and retrieve the fertilizer for the customer. Without thinking, he closed the door behind him. He could hear the cereal ticking against it as the closet refilled. Fenris swore in several languages and stomped his way back to the desk, plopping the fertilizer on a counter of it.
The customer, predictably, didn't show up for it. Fenris was in quite a mood about the whole thing.
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Tickles was pleased to see him, launching at him from the counter the second he phased through the door. The kittenwillow was particularly pleased to find a random marshmallow that had lodged in a panel of his armor. Hooking it out with a claw, Tickles darted back down Fenris' torso and leaped down to the floor. A game of bat-and-chase ensued while the kittenwillow essentially played goalless hockey with a marshmallow. Fenris watched and carefully stepped over it to get to the counter. "You're very strange," he informed the kittenwillow.
He took the precaution of spreading sheet plastic on the floor in front of every door that could moderately be considered a closet. If he needed anything inside, he'd just phase in and avoid opening them. Which happened about ten minutes later when a customer called and asked if they had a very specific type of fertilizer. There was none on the shelves in the store but there was a space and a tag for it and Fenris had to go look.
Phasing through the door wasn't difficult nor was locating the fertilizer. In the supply room, which was - as expected - full of cereal. With a weary sigh, Fenris left the room and began setting up a sort of plastic sheet catchbasin to keep the cereal from getting all over. Once that was arranged, he opened the door and scowled as cereal came pouring out. Reaching in with a snow shovel, he began scooping the rest into the plastic so he could carefully climb over the edge of the catchbasin and retrieve the fertilizer for the customer. Without thinking, he closed the door behind him. He could hear the cereal ticking against it as the closet refilled. Fenris swore in several languages and stomped his way back to the desk, plopping the fertilizer on a counter of it.
The customer, predictably, didn't show up for it. Fenris was in quite a mood about the whole thing.
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