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"Awwhh!" Leran winced. If it had been someone he recognized, he wouldn't have been so shocked... But this was an innocent victum... That... sort of looked like Sasha... And now all of Leran's thoughts about abuse swept through his head. Crud.

Most fortunately for everyone (and thing) involved, Leran hadn't had any firecracker powder or the like, so the result was more of a nuisance and mess than anything. He'd aimed the bottle with air alone to go lowish, and make it's mark somewhere above the knee. That was the one that had more force behind it, and if it connected square on, the unsuspecting victum would likely recieve a nice red spot, but it wouldn't likely bruise unless the skin was sensitive.

The other bottle, because it had had water in it, Leran had put more pressure to and aimed it higher, for the chest area. But there hadn't been quite enough pressure, and it went lower, for the stomach. The bottles both flew with the necks away from the person, so it was the large bottom side that would hit. That also meant that the water sprayed out mostly everywhere before smacking the boy, though there was more than enough for it to splatter on clothing as it fell.

"Hey-hey there!" Leran waved with a grin that, unfortunately, came off as mischievious. As much trouble as he tended to cause, he wasn't good at the innocent look.

Leran shook his head. Hansi's... or Bob's... Benji. Ok. Yeah, whatever. He seemed cool though.

"Heya Benji, I'm Leran," Leran came forward now and dropped the hankerchief that he was using to dust on the ground. It would now serve as a... rather unuseful... mop. He held out his hand for a handshake. "What's up?" He now didn't even try to hide the mischviousness. He was hoping that Bob-Hansi's Benji was a good guy. Because... you know... the shop needed more of Leran's type of "good guys" to speed up its deterioration...

Leran lost it. When Hansi announced that Benji was him employee, he started a long, belly-deep laugh. That... that was too good! Hansi reminded him of his little sister, trying to act and pretend like the adults.

"Right. Whatever," he gasped between the laughter before he could finally gather himself together to pick out a sentence, "If that's true...about your being able to work... then you might know where a mop is... for the water." He pointed at the floor, "Or we could simply leave it there and slide like we're on an ice rink all day, I guess..."

"NO SLIDING!"

"Stupid crickets."

Russom had given up on the cricket thing, though he made some disgruntled sounds now. Leran chuckled some more.

Lerean shook his head. Holy cow. There were TWO of them... And he continued to chuckle as they called for Lucas and the mop was brought out. It would have been so much simplier to get the mop.... but that was funny...

He let it be handed to him and shrugged, "Go on, babble to your twin..." And let him walk off before dropping the mop to the floor, "Hey, Russom, you reckon if I just leave the mess here, I'll get fired?"

Russom shouted something incoherent, and rushed over to pick up a bottle and deposit in the trash. He stopped on the lid of the trashcan, "You pick up that mop NOW!! I will not have your education ruined! Foolish boy!"

"Now, if Jimminy Cricket had taken that route, I imagine the puppet would have never gotten trouble. But, then, he would have stayed a puppet, even after the fairy godmother turned him real." Leran spoke like it was an intellectual conversation as he did pick the mop up and half heartedly swished it to roll the other bottle in Russom's direction, "So do I want to be a real boy or a puppet? And do you want to be a cricket forever?"

"You do not need a full moon to be a lunatic."

Leran smirked, "That sounded almost human." He picked up the cloth and tossed it at the trashcan, but Russom was on his shoulder again before the cloth even hit the bin.

"Mercies forbid!" Russom grumbled, "Get it cleaned UP...NOW..."

Leran chuckled again and started humming 'I've got no strings' as he did as he was nagged to do. "It's too bad a customer didn't pop in during all that. Hey, Hansi? We should get some good entertainment up in here, get some more customers out and about... Maybe I'll bring my radio tomorrow, 'less you got one?"

"You two are insane. Certifiably. What medications are you on?" Leran demanded of the boys as the jumped on each other, "And why CAN'T we have music in the store? Every OTHER store does. And they have nice costumers... For the most part, I mean, Claire's is an exception, but I think that's mostly their merchandise... And maybe we should spruse up the front of the store with some neon lights or something. That'd be cool... I mean, people don't just WANDER into shops and become loyal costumers or anything... That's just asking for a bankrupt buisness..." He was practicing for arguing the points with Sasha, and figured if he implanted something intelligent in Hansi, he might even get a leg up in the thing. "I mean, what do you people do to get customers? If I reported that I was being sent things in the mail like imps, that'd kill you out dead. I'm surprised no one's done it yet. Hmm... Might not be a bad idea.."

He looked around for Russom, who had conveniantly disappeared.

Leran shook his head. Ok, so Hansi reminded him of a kid impressing an adult.... Benji now kind of reminded him of an adult, despite the naivity. In the circles he was used to seeing around, a lot of people had plastered smiles. It was downright annoying, and made him want to figure out how to get under their skin and NOT smile.

"A spontaneously combusting flying radio? Sounds cool! If you don't stay around here, then how come it matters to you whether or not Bob brings his radio? I think his radio sounds cool. How about bringing it in tomorrow, Bob? We'll try to fix it together."

If nothing else, he might be able to salvage some interesting parts from it.

"If you don't like flying radios, you don't have to come," Leran assured Benji.

Leran grinned. Benji was going to be easy to get along with...

"Well, oookay, use the cleanup song and the beach ball and bring the radio in next time..." He shook his head. These two were perfectly fine. Hansi just had the mentality of a two year old. Not abused at all...

"Awh, don't listen to THAT, it's only an imp, Benji. We should let Bob have his fun. I'll see if I can dig out my old disco ball for tomorrow or something.. Make this place really hop. We'll get some real customers then."

Lerean looked at the door and shook his head, "Other than that old couple, it's been dead in here today. Is that normal?"

Leran would probably have been just involved in swinging things around or stopping the swinging or ducking out of the way or throwing Benji IN the way.... Except one of those scary supersticious-type, yet oddly logical voices started talking to him.

The voice's owner was, of course, argueably the most intelligent creature in the room. It was too bad he had a name like Miki-chan. Even if most people could get over the imp thing, surely he'd be laughed out of existence for the name alone.

And, for the first time, Leran focused entirely in on one of those creatures called an imp. He looked dead serious and almost like he was going to reply likewise... but that only lasted for a moment before he folded his arms and turned very smartly around, mumbling something about somethings and somethings not something-ing...

"We do SO exist! You stupid human!"

Leran ignored Russom. The imp started flailing and kicking things angrily... Partly because Leran'd gone back to being in defiant denial, but mostly because he'd given Miki-chan his full, considering attention...and he'd counted... it had been five seconds of it. That was five seconds more than he'd ever gotten. It wasn't FAIR!! Any other creature was fine with Russom....but not the imps!

Leran turned particularly boring... Undoing his previous set-up and replacing things where they belonged, and even straightening what he could as he went. If he IGNORED the idiots around him, maybe they would really go away and he'd regain sanity and reality.