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✿Today's outfit: idk I'm lazy- see pic to the left
✿Came from Home, is @ Bookworms
✿$294 [spending history: n/a] $800 in bank
✿People around me: Benjamin
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Sage drew in his arm, placing his fingers at chest level as he intertwined them. He chuckled merrily at the blonde, turning to allow the employee ahead of him. "Well then lets start with any books you can provide me, I will acquire sources from elsewhere accordingly." The mushi displayed a sweet smile, nose crinkled ever so slightly. He wasn't too much of a novice, he planned to learn of the craft from other outlets exceeding the book store- perhaps the library, as Benjamin said. He liked having a physical copy more than that of th digital sort. Although, he would be careful of diving head long into anything just yet, not knowing if he'd continue for long. This boredom and apparent stress were only a hump he was getting over, expected in due time.

The mushi was surprised to hear about a female employee, partly because he wasn't sure why it was of such note. Perhaps the place could use a feminine touch, according to the sales associate. "Oh, how very nice that sounds. I had two childhood friends move here, but I haven't gotten to see them much. It is a joyful occurrence. And this new woman, you've met her?" They were pushing through the small talk by now, the albino hoped. He talked on while picking up one book, flipping listlessly through it, then trading it out for another. He felt calmer being out of the house by himself, away from the things that triggered him. Distance was an excellent way to gain perspective, one would think. "What a thing to say! I presume you are of whom you speak, looking for an investment outside of work? What were you thinking, exactly?"


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✿Today's outfit: idk I'm lazy- see pic to the left
✿Came from Home, is @ Bookworms
✿$294 [spending history: n/a] $800 in bank
✿People around me: Benjamin
✿OOC:

Sage drew one finger down the shell of his ear, tipping his hoop earring to one side as he glazed over it. His tongue was pierced as well, the small silver ball tickling the roof of his mouth as he mindlessly sucked at the slippery appendage. The mushi wasn't especially concerned about seeing any friends of his, not while feeling deprived of their presence. He didn't often 'miss' other people save for Fisher, with whom he was connected irregardless. Even childhood friends were nice to see, but less necessary to keep up with for the sake of itself. Perhaps he could contact the aloof Rigel to style the hair of his chosen models- if he had to pay anyone handsomely for such work, it may as well be an esteemed friend and accomplished colleague. Leaving his ears alone, he began browsing random books to wait on Benjamin who was selecting what books Sage would best be equipped with. "Thank you, by the way. I know I should be getting my own books." Sage added with a bashful chuckle.

There was the sole shuffling of plastic and paper as both males grew quiet, Sage putting down his browsing material as he sensed he would soon receive two books to keep. Banjamin seemed in thought just before, Sage lifting his arms to take what was being extended his way. "Hm? Oh my, how long ago was it that I made that offer?" Weeks now, if not longer. Sage had act forgotten about it, having far more to worry about along with whom would model for him. Still, the mushi seemed happy. "You should know that the fashion industry moves expediently fast, there's a very good chance you'd have been replaced after such a wait. For you, however, I will always make room. You are pleasing to look upon, to be especially straightforward." Sage lowered his gaze to the paperback materials he now held, nodding to confirm he would take the blonde's word and buy them. "I will have these, then."


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Papillon had left her apartment for the day after a quick breakfast consisting of a muffin, and toast, and hurried on her way to her job as Manager to open the store for a new day. She was excited, truth be told. It had been a long time since she had taken an official position like this. She knew she had some level of qualifications... Maybe, apparently. Otherwise how could she have gotten this kind of a job? But she knew that she was going to do her best... Again, it wasn't really her first day at least on the job. She had moved in and had a small while to become established. Granted, she hadn't gotten as close as she would have liked to the rest of the employees. She'd been so busy trying to get everything squared away in her own, messy, chaos organized fashion. She had already looked over them on her database that she had newfound access to on her freetime. Sora... No, wait. Crevan she scolded herself, Benjamin and Endo... All quite interesting, but all very different from one another from what she had been told. She wondered if she'd be able to really get to know all of them... Well, today is a good day to start She thought to herself happily... If they showed up. The store was in good enough condition that they could get away with a day off. She still didn't have their schedules under wraps, but that was something that she would have to learn in her own time. No place really ran quite like this city did, she enjoyed it... It was very different. It made her quite happy.

As she approached her store she entered it's doors, breathing in the scent of the books with a growing familiarity. Really, it wasn't to far off her home. It had a very nice atmosphere to it, the rows and rows of books could keep someone entertained for hours. And she meant anyone, there was something to read for everyone in the vast shelves that she was just learning of. She had learned the locations of all the general areas and how the books were sorted. Despite the massive volume of books the shelves housed, they were quite tidy. She had Crevan and Benjamin to thank for that. She nodded her head, clapping her hands -quietly- together in resolution "Alright! New day" She says to herself, nodding her head as she does her quick look around the store, seeing if any of her employees are working, or if she can help anyone that might be within the store. Materializing her notebook and pencil as she did, ensuring that she could take notes of any situation that she needed to... And, you never knew when inspiration could strike.

And sure enough, there it was. Benjamin dutifully stocking the shelves and arranging the books accordingly. It brought a smile on her lips, it was great to know that she had such a loyal employee. All the more reason to get to know him better. She scribbled a bit in her notebook before closing it and approaching him. Deciding to not startle him, as he seemed quite focus on his work, and knocking on the shelf next to him "Heya, Benjamin... Ben?" She said brightly to the hard working man, questioning if he had a preference in his name. He seemed so driven by such a simple task, in a way it made her happy. And it piqued her inspiration. "I haven't had a chance to really introduce myself to you guys. I'm your new manager, Papillon. It's nice to meet you" She says with a smile... Up at the man. He was quite tall. "Hope I'm not interrupting much, you seemed... Invested" She said with a smile on her lips, gesturing to the multitude of shelves around them.
Talking - #D98719 / Thinking - #BFCA3D

She raised an eyebrow at him as he spoke, he talked quite... Fancy. Like an intellectual, she supposed. It was impressive that he knew her name, too. She had lost a lot of her accent in the states. Even before she left France, she had worked to eliminate part of her accent so that she wouldn't be alienated within the states. After all, if she were alienated than she couldn't really interact with people as if she were one of them. She had a small accent, the stubborn vestiges that she just couldn't quite get rid of. But she liked it, it was a touch back to her birthplace. Her point being, that it wasn't prominent enough for him to place it off a few words. Which meant that he just knew it. She wondered if he spoke French, or if he just knew from somewhere else. Either way, now wasn't the time to test that. That was something she'd ask about later. However, she did decide to bring out her accent a little more as she spoke a simple line of French. "Très impressionnant, Benjamin. Merci" She complimented the young man. Before returning to English to continue her train of thought. "I do happen to know what my name means, though" She says with a playful wink to him.

She laughed a bit as he asked his next set of questions. Really... How forward. Wanting to know more about who she was from a simple conversation like this. And the nickname. Papi, hmm? She smiled a bit "Getting familiar eh? Careful, now. I'm still your boss" She says, though her voice leaves no room for error. She's entirely teasing him, there's not an ounce of serious reprimand in her voice as she looked to the line. That was troublesome. She was the manager, after all. If they sat here talking while the line was there, she'd certainly be in trouble. It wouldn't look very good on her store or her employees. "I think Chou sounds nicer... I've always liked them. But you can call me Papi, too. I'd make an exception for you" She says with a smile. "It might be a bit creepy to someone if they heard you calling me papi. But that's fine" She says with another free spirited wink. "Tell you what... You haven't taken a day off in awhile, have you? Not really at least... So, I'll make a deal with you. I can use my super, responsible manager powers, and give you a day off with one condition" She says, leaning towards him a bit and smiling up at him, her eyes shining with a bit of a mischievous sparkle. "You have to spend it with me. I need to get to know my employees a little better. I can't do it often, but just for today I can cover the store with temporary labor for this little excursion... So, what do you think? It's not terrible terms for you, is it? You got an excused day off, and you can totally schmooze up to your new manager." She asks, leaning against the shelf carefully so she doesn't knock the books over, tapping a finger against her notebook. After all, this was hardly the place to talk.
Talking - #D98719 / Thinking - #BFCA3D

Papillon's little doodles help bring the store under a reasonable state with ease. Even when they leave, however, the doodles continue to work without her. Providing what would essentially be an extra four people of basic labor. Mostly just checking out employees. If ordered to do something by other employee's though they would do it, like stocking shelves. It seems as if they operate independently of Papillon. She shrugged a bit when they were finally free out the backdoor area "I don't mind coming into work. I need to get everything straight that the old manager left for me, anyways. It's where I've been the past couple days" She adds, looking up at the sky as she checked the weather "Yeahhh, sorry about this ol' girl. I bought her when I moved into the states, but it's a good car" She says, any other car would have collapsed a long time ago. But she found that as long as she took care of this car, it took care of her. Even if it wasn't the fanciest car in the world.

Once they were both inside, she put on her seatbelt and started her car. The air conditioner blowing softly as some rather upbeat Trap music begins playing. However, Papillon lowers the volume with a giggle "Sorry about that. I was in a hurry today, had to get in the mood" As she speaks she points to the iPod that is docked on the dashboard. "You're welcome to pick a song if you'd like" She offers, however she does seem curious as she pulls out of the parking lot, and begins their drive. "A what? A baked egg cup? Really? What are those?" She seems to have never heard it before. "Tell me about it" She says with a grin as she drives. Her iPod seems to have several artists from every genre that might be in existence. She seems to have literally no preference, having a lot of samples from all different genre's. Thousands upon thousands of songs on a tiny device. A sign of a labor of love of sorts, perhaps.

Papillon drives as someone whose constantly pushing the speed limit slightly. Always going 3-4 over, nothing enough to get pulled over, but enough. Along the way, she allows for very few moments of silence, mostly asking about Benjamin. What his favorite color is, has he travelled anywhere, how he knew her name, his favorite animal, past time, hobbies... Everything that she can learn about in their drive. She doesn't seem very interested in talking about herself at all, always answering a question she's asked. But more she seems to be interested in him. She's one of the few that conversation seems to come naturally too. Moving from topic to topic smoothly, confidently, not an ounce of awkward in her body. Always providing witty responses, playful teasing's, but always kind. She seems to thrive off the conversation, as if she takes energy from it. Enjoying the exchange. But when it's quiet, her happy, energetic demeanor doesn't' fade at all. She just hums to a tune that only she seems as if she can hear, tapping her fingers on the wheel, but never staying quiet for long. Always having something else to talk about, until they arrive.


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Talking - #D98719 / Thinking - #BFCA3D

Papillon's little doodles help bring the store under a reasonable state with ease. Even when they leave, however, the doodles continue to work without her. Providing what would essentially be an extra four people of basic labor. Mostly just checking out employees. If ordered to do something by other employee's though they would do it, like stocking shelves. It seems as if they operate independently of Papillon. She shrugged a bit when they were finally free out the backdoor area "I don't mind coming into work. I need to get everything straight that the old manager left for me, anyways. It's where I've been the past couple days" She adds, looking up at the sky as she checked the weather "Yeahhh, sorry about this ol' girl. I bought her when I moved into the states, but it's a good car" She says, any other car would have collapsed a long time ago. But she found that as long as she took care of this car, it took care of her. Even if it wasn't the fanciest car in the world.

Once they were both inside, she put on her seatbelt and started her car. The air conditioner blowing softly as some rather upbeat Trap music begins playing. However, Papillon lowers the volume with a giggle "Sorry about that. I was in a hurry today, had to get in the mood" As she speaks she points to the iPod that is docked on the dashboard. "You're welcome to pick a song if you'd like" She offers, however she does seem curious as she pulls out of the parking lot, and begins their drive. "A what? A baked egg cup? Really? What are those?" She seems to have never heard it before. "Tell me about it" She says with a grin as she drives. Her iPod seems to have several artists from every genre that might be in existence. She seems to have literally no preference, having a lot of samples from all different genre's. Thousands upon thousands of songs on a tiny device. A sign of a labor of love of sorts, perhaps.

Papillon drives as someone whose constantly pushing the speed limit slightly. Always going 3-4 over, nothing enough to get pulled over, but enough. Along the way, she allows for very few moments of silence, mostly asking about Benjamin. What his favorite color is, has he travelled anywhere, how he knew her name, his favorite animal, past time, hobbies... Everything that she can learn about in their drive. She doesn't seem very interested in talking about herself at all, always answering a question she's asked. But more she seems to be interested in him. She's one of the few that conversation seems to come naturally too. Moving from topic to topic smoothly, confidently, not an ounce of awkward in her body. Always providing witty responses, playful teasing's, but always kind. She seems to thrive off the conversation, as if she takes energy from it. Enjoying the exchange. But when it's quiet, her happy, energetic demeanor doesn't' fade at all. She just hums to a tune that only she seems as if she can hear, tapping her fingers on the wheel, but never staying quiet for long. Always having something else to talk about, until they arrive.


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Talking - #D98719 / Thinking - #BFCA3D