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Mr. Gem nodded, "And for the family as well.... Stop that..."

His last remark was pointedly to Leran, who had stuffed his hands in his pockets, mostly because he was trying NOT to smack both Sasha and his father because...well....he had that feeling of being a lump meat again.

Leran pulled his hands out, "So, when do you want me to start?"

"Can I help too?" She'd been quiet about it, but not purposely sneaky, Aurora had moved from her original point and had walked up behind Sasha, now tugging on his shirt sleeve.

Mr. Gem gave a friendly chuckle.

Aurora's eyes lit up, "Oh, it'd be FUN to track down imps and stuff! Daddy, may---" Aurora didn't have to go further than to see her father, still smiling, just slightly shake his head. She lowered her own, looking defeated, but only for a moment, "Well, that's ok, maybe I can visit sometimes! Leran'll sure be here enough for it! In the meantime, I'll read up on imps'n stuff and see what I can find about them and maybe I'll even look up to see if I can find anything else that looks cool for this shop. You have the neatest stuff." Another signal from her father, "Sorry, I tend to talk too much."

Leran rolled his eyes and would have slapped his face at Aurora's comments, except that he still had his father to deal with. Instead he looked at her like she was was an idiot. An expression he'd had plenty of practice with recently with people like Hansi and Russom hanging around. That ended when Mr. Gem decided he took too long to answer Sasha.

"Today would be fantastic, I imagine it would be just enough time to get him oriented. And maybe Aurora and I can spend some father daughter time around town?" Mr. Gem went from Sasha to a wink in Aurora's direction.

Staying at the shop fled the girl's mind. "Oh, yes! That would be awesome!"

"Hey, wait, don't I have to fill out paperwork and stuff before I start? Make it OFFICIAL and all?' Leran demanded.

Mr. Gem waved his hand, "Orientations are made for that. You have everything you need."

Leran now openedly glared at his father, but that was that. They were about to head out and he was going to be STUCK with these maniacs. Life could not. Could NOT. Get worse....



OOC: Feel free to have the two leaving in the next post if you wanna... smile

Leran's mind ticked away at Sasha's glance, at his words. He thought of so many different ways he could take it, and if he'd had his older sister's skills, he would have taken it all as a compliment. There was a way to do that. But he didn't, and he was determined to hate this job and do what he could to make it impossible on the man without actually being able to get into more trouble... Which presented a problem, because he was still convinced Sasha could voodoo him into oblivion if he so chose.

Leran took too long to reply. A too curious and too timid Russom finally bolted from the place he'd been at, a quick streak across the floor, and in a flash was up on top of Leran's shoulder. Speaking also rapidly, Russom started to make his demands and points known, "How's he goin' t'sell anything if he doesn't know what it is? He needs an apprenticeship! It's not HIS fault he's an ignorant fool! Is it, now, my own?"

"I am NOT..."

"Why'd I ask you? But then, I guess he could sell to other ignorant fools, but I won't have him to stay in the masses!"

Leran gave up then and there, "Whatever, just let me do whatever and keep out of my hair about it!"

Russom, ever the literal one, took one small side-step away from Leran's head. "Y'know," he weedled to Sasha now, "Him knowin' more lets him converse with the better customers, 'nd better customers mean more for you."

"Give me a collar and call me Rover," Leran grumbled.

Russom gave Leran an irritated look.

Geez. Leran would NOT enjoy anything Sasha said... he wouldn't, which was rather the pity, because he would have otherwise loved playing word games with the man. They were both good at it, and he usually made fast friends with people like that.

But he wouldn't admit that to himself even, and instead continued to look at Sasha like he thought he was the worst thing on the planet.

And so, left again with the conflicting inner battle, Russom again beat Leran to the speaking, "One of those most educated places around 'nd you've that for a master." Russom sighed, shaking his head, "Haveta do what you haveta do though, do---"

"Did you just call Hansi a master of something?"

"Who's talkin' to you?"

"And he's concerned about professionalism! This is the MOST unprofessional, lunatic asylum I've---"

"That's 'cause you don't know better, 'nd it's not an asylum, though anywhere can be lunatic. It's the price you haveta pay sometimes."

"Yeah, great... I'll hold off on paying that one, or getting the whatever thing it is that makes you pay it..."

"Who'd wanta buy your sense off you?"

Leran sighed. "Great! Now I'm getting bested by something that isn't supposed to even exist. And that fact alone is point well enough proven!"

Russom sighed and shook his head. "That mentality's exactly what I mean! What would you have him to start with?"

"I'm going to take inventory," Russom muttered to Leran as Sasha disappeared. He would make sure this whole venture was worthwhile.

Leran just shrugged at Sasha's words. If nothing else, he was learning how to bite his tongue. But that was just because Sasha was creepy.

Leran sat down and pulled a gameboy out his pocket. That, at least, he had managed to slip out on his father and, once again, on the first day, he wasn't willing to make too many waves....

That would have been fruitless, Leran had just put up his gameboy and started wandering around replacing objects around the store just for amusement's sakes... Sticking some kind of claw out of some animal's head, for example, was more appealing.... And then finding red objects and other 'body parts' to litter around it... He was quite enjoying his game of "create the scene AFTER the knight's been around" when some people wandered in.

Leran waved, "Heya, welcome to Bellus Puppa, shop of rare and exotic beauties, like beaten up dragons!"

The lady blinked at him, but her boyfriend started grinning.

"Oh, or there's jewelry over there from the dragon's hoarde. they have special woven spells to assure they won't get stolen." Leran was so cheerful about the story he'd cooked up in his head that joking about magic didn't even phase him at this point.

And when they started asking serious questions, then Leran REALLY got into the spirit of things. Oh, that necklace? That was from a sunken Spanish ship that the pirates had been over-zealous about. And he could prove it by pointing out other artifacts that came from it too. Oh, yes, they dealt with the ship hunters out there. Of course they did, it was a booming industry, if you knew how to do it right. That along with grabbing artifacts from archeologial sites... Oh, well, there were some ~boring~ things, like those handmade items from various third world countries. Yeah, they bought them off of people who made them for a living. What was that used for? Eh.. it was a... good luck charm, yeah! To ward off evil spirits. It looked scary enough to ward off anything, didn't it?

The lady asked questions out of genuine interest and her boyfriend asked questions out of amusement. When they left, he had probably had the most interesting anniversary shopping men ever had. Plus Leran was thoroughly amused...And he'd sold stuff to someone who'd believed his stories, even if her boyfriend took all the comments with a disbelieving grin.

Leran was mighty proud of himself. This might be FUN if he could keep this up...

Russom not so much... as soon as customers had disappeared, he super-ran up to the boy, tugging on hair and ears and hissing about his stupidity and the lies and misleadings and... Oooh, how COULD he!!

Leran shrugged, "So what, I made some sells. Sasha won't care."

Russom blinked, then shrugged, and ran off again to continue taking inventory. He didn't have an argument for that one.

Leran turned and stared at Lucas. And HE was the robot of the place. "What? There a problem with having some fun in all this mess? It's not like the BELIEVED me....well, maybe the doltz of a girl did, but the guy caught on." Leran shook his head, "I don't think I could ever go for beauty over brains like that..... Shut UP, Russom..." The imp was no where to be seen, but Leran knew the words about to be spoken anyway.

Leran wandered back to continue making his After Battle with a Knight scene. He didn't much think making up stories was a problem, but he'd already figured he was going to catch some words for this. It was already there though, and it would be more amusing than anything else...

....

Russom, of course, was being good-imp, and continuing to try to memorize what all was in the store. He couldn't very well educate his human without knowing what was around. He really needed to find a way to talk to that Hansi-guy without getting taped up. Ugh... Or maybe he'd just try educating on his own...

"Is that true?" Russom had turned around when he'd heard the growling behind him, and now just considered her words as literally as he did everyone else's, "I checked in with Sasha already, so you should have no concerns."

Why should she? If the store was her master's, and thus it belonged also to her, then the other end must be that when talking to one, it was like talking to both; therefore, he had no reason to check in with or worry about Pixie or her jealousies. He had no idea why she would be upset!

Russom turned back around to look at everything in the shop.... It was really annoying and hard to do so with Leran moving things around. What an idiot! "You are very fortunate to have Sasha as your master." He would let Pixie try to figure out the implications of that about Leran.