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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 8:46 pm
~-The Coffee Shop-~ The base floor of the coffee shop, owned by Kara Virix, is open daily for business from seven in the morning until eleven-thirty every night. The desk is typically manned by one of Kara's tenants who live in the apartments above the coffee house. Her own home stretches behind the storefront, its entrance through the coffee shop only accessible by going through the kitchen and brewing area.
The floor is waxed wood paneling, with everything from armchairs to standard seating, booths and stools, for seating. The counter is opposite the glass door entrance, and there's an espresso machine and a few large canisters to keep brewed coffee hot in. There's also a selection of pastries, sandwiches, and gelato under glass for those interested in something a little more substantial than coffee.
The room itself appeared close-quartered, with sections to the left and right of the counter that broke off into couches and a few more intimate formations of seating. Some of which even wrapped around the corner of the store to provide some privacy. It was a small place that didn't usually get much traffic, so work there was typically laid back.~~ Iniko had been left to tend the shop by himself for the first time. He wasn't fond of ringing people up, or talking to them, but at least he wasn't now forced to listen to the incessant prattling of the feline. He was currently bent over the counter wearing a collared, button-up white shirt and khaki pants, the mint green apron that marked him as a worker over all of that, a pen in his hand and a mass of papers spread out before him. If Kara had walked in, she wouldn't have approved of his mess.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:01 pm
Wyatt was quiet in his entry into the cafe. It was surprising in general, that the male pulled such a stunt as being silent, but he quickly made up for it. "Coffee!!!" It wasn't his concern whether or not people considered such a call idiotic... whether or not regular 'human beings' liked the idea of an idiot in their coffee shop.
He crawled to the front dest, poking his head upwards and peering over the counter. "... Helloooooo...?" he let the last part of the word drag on, like the canine so often did when discussing things with Jamie or Constantine.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:11 pm
The poor rat nearly froze at the oddity placed before him of someone screaming in the shop. If it hadn't been for the slight nervous twitch in his hand to ruin the effect, he could perhaps have been mistaken for some expensive piece of display. He dropped the pen in the next instant, pulling his hand back from the counter almost as if he had been burned - or expected the other to try and chew his hand off.
His gaze skittered from the stranger peering at him to the list of drinks and assorted small eats on the back wall expectantly. People ordered, they paid, they left. He would be safe. Right? "Order?" He squeezed out in a small voice, eyes flickering to look at the cash register.
((corrected my spelling. xp ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:10 pm
Wyatt blinked. "Right, well..." he pushed his fingers together in a child-like manner, face slightly upset as he spoke. "I... umm... don't have any money..."
So he couldn't order...? That's normally how prediciments like this turned out, unless he ran into an extra-nice individual that sighed and gave-in to the small factor that the canine seemed like a child, and a child looking for food was heart-breaking, and heart-breaking was desperate to help, and desperate-to-help was free food.
Wyatt never resorted to this, he never even tried to think about the idea of stealing in such a way... it just managed to happen at times when one would least expect it.
The wolf's ears flattened. "Can I pay a different way...? Liiiiikkke... throwing eggs at a sparrow that you hate...?"
Boooy was he going to be in trouble when he got home. Jamie never allowed the anthro to go out on his own unless everyone in the house insisted... but today, Wyatt had been 'smart' enough to sneak out on his own... without telling anyone... which was stupid, because not only was he going to have to deal with the yelling of Jamie when he got home, he wasn't able to receive any money on his way out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 7:38 am
Wrong. He stared at the cash register for another few moments, looking rather confused. In fact, he stared at it as if it was the customer in front of him instead of a cash register down the counter. He'd never been faced with this kind of a question before. It was always sweep the floor, take the order, take the moeny, give the change, give the order - and this one wanted to throw things? The nervous twitch in his fingers picked up again, but it was apparent from his creased brow that he was at least thinking.
After a moment of indecision, the rat got up on his toes to peer over the counter, looking around the shop for a few moments. There wasn't anything to do that hadn't been done, really. Kieran had taken the trash out the night before, and he'd swept before opening this morning. He looked behind him, towards the kitchen. His tail gave a small jerk - customers weren't allowed back there.
"Not for shop," he mumbled, almost hafl to himself. He still hadn't really looked at the other, and was now peering down the other side of the counter towards the mass of papers spread out across it. He and Kieran were allowed whatever they wanted from the stock, but he wasn't happy with the hot, dark-colored liquid that even the stupid cat seemed to love. And he'd learned fairly quickly that eating too many of the pastries made him sick. Very sick.
"Can you read?" He finally looked at Wyatt as he spoke, though his gaze didn't meet the canine's eyes. His voice wasn't quite so soft as it had been the first time, perhaps having decided that Wyatt wasn't of any harm to him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:29 pm
"Can I... read...?" the canine was obviously offended by the question, but nodded his head. "But... I don't wanna read to old ladies~" Normally that was what someone would suggest -- Wyatt wasn't always the type to listen as an old woman snored to the tone of his vocals.
His azure eyes examined the other male's rodent figure.
((*kicks her own sloppy-short post in thee butt*))
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 5:28 pm
((Your short post are excusable in light of my spelling errors and incessany use of 'moment' xp ))
Iniko blinked rather blankly at the other, registering the look on the canine's face but certainly not understanding it. His question had been a perfectly acceptable, normal question - for his circumstances. Apparently, he didn't think it was a standard instruction for the rest of the world. Behind him, his tail twitched a little bit. "Old... ladies?" That didn't make sense to him either.
He dropped down from his tip-toes, long nails scrabbling a bit on the shop's tile floor behind the counter - Kara had asked him to wear shoes, but he somehow always neded up out of them during the course of the day, and moved towards his messy scattering of papers.
"How long have you been reading?" Again, his eyes weren't on the other as he spoke. Instead, they were on the papers as he shuffled through them. For someone who had gone through the normal schooling system, it was probably a very unusual question he posed to say the least. For Iniko, it made sense. But, then again, everything the rat did made sense to him.
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