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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:01 pm
"Tolliver and I are as opposite as identical twins can be," said Fritz, and smiled, forking over his credit card and digging around for some form of ID to quickly flash. He glanced up, tilted his head a little, and said, "Hm. I might take you up on that offer of a job, though, I could use the part time work."
Smiling, he stuck his cards back into place, and laughed. "I spend more money than this on art supplies, so actually it's not too bad."
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:08 pm
"I can only imagine," He said in reply to the being opposite as identical twins.
"Awesome," He pulled out a copy of the job application form, "This way you have a copy you can fill out in free time." He chuckled "I can put in a good word for you."
He nodded as he did the normal check the id and pressing a few buttons after Fritz finished, "Here we go, I just need a John Hancock please."
He shook his head, "I don't even want to start to think about what you spend on art supplies. Even the little bit of sewing I end up doing for my sisters sometimes costs crazy amounts." He shook his head flipping through the sketches he'd done, "I don't know why my sisters insist on me trying to do things beyond my skill level on this. Which this is probably about as artistic as I get, you're probably more awesome at it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:11 pm
Fritz took the application, carefully folded it, and slipped it into the bag along with the rest of the stuff. As he reached for the pen to sign, he said, "Your sisters sew, do they? I never got the hang of it myself, but let me just say, acrylics are bloody expensive."
He finished signing with a flourish and pushed the receipt and pen back, reaching for the bag.
"Art is basically my life," said Fritz, grinning. "It's what I do. On the contrary, I am terrible at all things sport-like. I took some kickboxing lessons for a while, but once I moved here, I rather lost track of them."
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:29 pm
Feliks made a small sheepish grin, "No, they make me sew them things." He sighed as he spread out the papers he'd been working on before Fritz arrived, they were sketches - not very good ones but enough to get the point across of what it was suppose to be.
"They want these hat scarf things... and that's beyond my skill level.... I don't know what I'm going to do."
There was a nod, "I'm not touching painting with a ten foot pole."
He made sure the bag was where Fritz could get to it.
There was another nod, "Yeah, kickboxing is a little.... much for my tastes. I don't really like hitting things if I can help it. Makes learning 'self-defense' kind of weird."
Marxz had showed up from the back, apparently he'd been doing inventory. "FELI-- oh you're with a customer..." He sighed, "When you get done I need you to sort the inventory in the back, it's a freaking mess." The owner stormed off back to his office, mumbling under his breath.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:36 pm
"Hey, these aren't so bad," said Fritz, scanning over the sketches with interest. "Well, if you ever need me to help out your sisters with something, just lemme know. Or if you just don't want to deal with them," he added with a grin.
Sliding the plastic bag off of the counter, Fritz dug around in it momentarily, double checking to make sure everything was actually in it before he walked out of the store (considering that walking away without his payed items was an actual occurrence in his past, it was better safe than sorry at this point). Satisfied, he swung it down and took a step back.
"Kickboxing has it's perks, if you know what I mean," he said, with a wink, lifting a finger to press against his own lips as though sharing a secret. Then he shrugged, eyes flicking towards the shop owner who had meandered out. Fritz watched him briefly and then turned back to Feliks, giving him a mock salute.
"Well, I have to say, I'm quite grateful for your assistance today," he said brightly, and started towards the door. "I'll definitely have to call you about figuring out a lesson or two once I get the basics down - I wrote my number on the back of the receipt, so just call me whenever!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:40 pm
Feliks chuckled, "Thanks, I get a lot of practice..." He gave a nod, "I'll let you know, that offer might be taken up sooner rather than later."
He nodded, he knew what Fritz meant, "Yeah it's just difficult to get into something else when you're schedule's already whack."
There was a grin, of course Marxz didn't hear the compliment but oh well, "Glad I could help. Yeah I'll give you a ring so you can get my number and save it. I'll probably have some free time in a couple of days."
He gave Frtiz a wave, before staring at the back room. He didn't really want to sort that mess, it wasn't his fault to start with.
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