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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 7:04 am
Osmond was just tired. His week on the force had taken the most out of him; two raids of a Rocket base in downtown Katarina and manning his post at the docks, guiding newcomers and tourists to certain destinations were the brunt of his week. Counting in with that the amount of paperwork he had to write up, getting chewed out by his superior even though he had done nothing wrong, and dealing with the ball of gluttony known as Marlo were just more stress to bring him down.
That afternoon dipping into evening, Osmond walked with his Raichu on their daily route around the city. It held up as exercise for the Electric-type, but hadn't done much for his physique. He was still a plump thing and it had piqued Osmond's concern, though he was partly to blame for giving in whenever Marlo begged for treats. Which happened to be one of the cases now.
Marlo raced forward as they trotted down the side street; the harness leash he had about his body pulled taut. It hugged to his body like twine knotted about a loaf of bread. It was less of an additional accessory regarding the Electric-type and more of a necessity because he had a tendency to zip off as he did now. Many made side comments about it, but unless they were Osmond and in his position, only then would they recognize its must.
The Raichu pressed his face to the pane of glass before him and drooled rivers to the sickly sweet smell of pastries wafting from the inside of the establishment. Osmond narrowed his eyes and tugged the leash back in warning. Marlo snapped his head around to him and pointed a paw at the sugary delights.
"Aichi," he said.
"No," Osmond replied.
"Aichi."
"No."
"Aichiiii."
"I said, no, Marlo!"
"Aichiiii-"
The tingling of a bed could be heard as Osmond found himself entering into the bakery with Marlo leading the way. He grimaced at his own forbearance; it was nothing when it came to the Raichu. Idly, he looked around as Marlo pulled him the direction of a case of macarons; a string of drool dripping from his lips.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 12:10 pm
Unoderi Mako but he has white hair, and his clothes are different coloured. Emile
Golden, bright, big eyes couldn't stop flickering to the clock that ticked away mockingly on the bakery wall. It seemed as if it were taunting the petite baker that was working tirelessly, and irritably, to keep up with the large order that'd just been received only half an hour ago! Not only that, but they were in short stock on a few things out on the floor, which meant he had to restock everything, as well. Luckily for him, he'd prepared for such things, fresh loaves of cinnamon swirl raisin bread dinging as the oven finished its job. It took all of his might to pull the large sheet of metal from the gaping mouth of the oven, and hoist the fresh loaves onto the counter with a firm thud, the breads bouncing lightly from the impact. With a curt sigh, he swept back a strand of hair that'd escaped his opaque hairnet. Seriously... time must have been going slower than usual, today.
Already ticked from an early customer that'd been yammering on for far too long, Mako sliced at the warm, steaming bread maybe a little harder than he needed to, grumbling under his breath as he sliced through the soft, moist thickness, ending with a staccato thud as the blade reached the cutting board. When a fair amount of slices were produced, the back of his hand raised to bump his glasses up his little nose some more, before sweeping to reach for a large platter, and neatly plate the warm square pieces.
Maneuvering around some other bakers in the back, he naturally perked and looked up at the sound of the front door bell. At first he didn't react... but when he didn't hear anyone greeting who ever had walked in, he gave a small groan, and headed briskly, with bread in tow, out to the front of the bakery.
Noticing the man right away, he did his best to restrain his usual scowl from staying on his face, and contorted it to a more unimpressed expression instead. Still not great, but better than the norm.
"Hello sir, sorry for the wait." he paused a bit prematurely as he noticed the Raichu, his interest instantly snapping to it instead. Staring and watching it, his features softened a bit more, and his voice held clear distraction in it as his intrigue was in the rodent, "Is there anything in particular I can get for you today?"
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