Pick Your Poison | Wednesday

[intraspective]

"I ain't sayin' it ain't possible or I can't do it," Iris said, on the phone, as she got her store in order for the day. Her hair was doing most of the work as she drifted through, flipping over the sign. "I ain't sayin' none of that. All I'm sayin' is that it ain't very efficient. That sort of mechanism ain't goin' to be able to guarantee what you want. A fright, yeah, that'll happen, but...

"Uh huh, yeah, no, that ain't goin' to happen--"

She rolled her eyes as the customer cut her off. Silly chirped encouragement at her.

"I can do it," Iris said, when she could talk again. "But it's gonna cost you and I want it on record it ain't gonna have the impact you think it's gonna. Uh huh. Okay. I'll get you some designs by the weekend."

Then, finally, she was free of the call.

"Some people," Iris said gravely to her chicobo.

Silly cheeped agreement.

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