07-12-2013, 11:33 PM
Michio was still resting against the tree when he first heard the soft rustling of the grass and the quick padding of feet, far too quickly for a person to be walking normally, but it didn’t sound right for a person at the same time.
Opening his honey colored eyes, he peered across the garden at an akita dog that was gaily trotting towards him, his curly tail and ears both erect with interest. Michio smiled at the dog and pulled one hand down from behind his head to stretch an open palm out, letting the dog come over to it and give it a thorough sniffing to check him out.
“Hey there buddy. What’s your name?”
The warm and gentle voice mixed with Michio’s laid back atmosphere quickly let the dog know that he was no threat. It trotted up to Michio’s side and sat on it’s haunches beside him, where Michio could reach up and scratch behind one of the boys ears while he moved slightly to get out his other hand and check the shiny tag hanging from the thick red leather collar. He chuckled as he saw the name, it was just like his Obaasan. She’d always given pets odd and often food related names. But he still thought it cute.
“Kiwi eh? Well nice to meet you Kiwi.”
He was enjoying giving Kiwi a thorough ear scratching when he saw an actual person crossing the garden towards him. Michio gave Kiwi one final pat then stood up want went to greet this new person, giving the maid one of his nonchalant smiles that made her blush and stutter as she asked about his lunch order.
Upon her return to the house, Kioshi would find out from her that Michio’s exact words were, “I’ll eat anything. Whatever is around the kitchen.”
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Chiaki Noboru smirked as he crossed his arms over his dark green apron that designated him as an employee while inside the bookstore. He only worked their part time a few days a week for some spending cash, doing mostly menial things like loading and unloading books. But today he was rather proud of himself. He’d gotten to help set up the new Hanai book display that people from town were now fawning over. He was puffing out his chest as if he’d designed it himself, instead of just putting things where he was told.
Underneath the smork, Noboru was wearing a cosplay outfit of the main hero from the book. A swarthy detective that dressed in dark suits always matched with comedy relief ties and a pink fedora. The pink fedora had gone over huge in the marketing display, it had become an iconic image that made the books all the more popular.
As he scanned the open area where everyone seemed to be enjoying the books, one face suddenly stood out to him. Another guy in cosplay, but he was scowling. Wait.. what the heck was that about? Did that guy have some problem with -his- display?
Noboru’s metaphoric feathers started to get ruffled, but then he sucked in a breath and pasted on a smile that every employee was supposed to wear before he marched over.
“Excuse me sir, you look confused, can I help you find something?”
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