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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 12:35 pm
Who: Yves, Yuri, Sven
Where: Yves' grooming salon
When: Mid afternoon
Weather: A little warm, but the breeze hints at rain in the not-too-distant future.
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There were only so many times a man could sweep a building.
It had been a slow day; the appointments had all been scheduled early and were done and gone, leaving an empty grooming salon and a disgruntled, bored raevan. Yves watched Yuri out of the corner of his eye, but all Yuri did was float from one side of the cozy building to the other, restlessly. He'd run out of productive things to do and the cabin fever was about to take its next victim.
Yves propped himself against his broom and tilted his head at him.
"You can go home, Yuri," he said.
Yuri stopped his listless drifting and his ears perked up. He scratched at the base of his ponytail - his hair was getting longer and longer, growing almost too fast for Yves to properly be able to keep up with it - and eyed Yves.
"Really?"
"Well, there's nothing to do today," Yves replied with a shrug. Some days were just like that, slow. Yuri helped out at the salon to earn money, learn people skills, and so that Yves didn't leave him home alone all the time, given how he was still relatively young. Despite that, Yuri was also growing to be quite self-reliant and was fine to go out on his own.
Yuri drew himself up. "Cool."
Cool. Yves shook his head and smiled. He didn't hear that word associated with anything he did very often, particularly as of late. He wasn't completely familiar with the standard emotional growth cycle of raevans, but it seemed like Yuri was trying harder and harder to get away and do his own thing with every passing day. In the end, he knew he couldn't do anything to force their familial relationship, but he still wished there was some kind of raevan manual lying around somewhere.
Having already taken off his apron, Yuri was about to head out the door when he saw someone approaching. He backed up, not wanting to get hit by the door, and opened his mouth.
"Um, someone's --"
"A customer?!" Yves held his hands up and balled them into fists, eyes hopeful. Yuri groaned.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 1:02 am
Indeed, a customer. A very pale and panicked customer. A short chorus of 'no, no, no, no' could be heard crescendoing towards the door, abruptly stopping as a shadow cast under the door. With a hurried attempt to open the door but also not slam it, Sven made his arrival, cat carrier tucked neatly under his arm. The tall and disheveled man instantly straightened himself, the look one has when they've royally screwed up plastered on his face.
"My cat." He sputtered, cheeks heating as the nerves reached his mouth, resulting in random words spilling from them. No, that isn't how you greet people. An apologetic expression crossed his features as he fussed with the cat carrier, which had gotten stuck in his long green trench coat. The faint sound of a disgruntled cat could be heard from within the large carrier.
"I'm sorry, I- I'm Sven. Sven Beyer. I couldn't make an appointment, not on such short.... notice. Is that... is that okay? I'm incredibly sorry, I'm frazzled." His eyes flicked to who seemed to be an employee to another person standing near the door, his gaze halting for just a fraction. A Raevan?
'MROOOOOOW.'
Right! Right, no, no time for that! His gaze snapped back towards the human as, instinctually, he tightened his grip on the carrier. "Scheiße...." He muttered under his breath, instantly picturing what they'd say. He was irresponsible —no! What if they said he was a bad cat owner? Oh! His face reddened, teeth gritting as he struggled against the carrier, which had begun to shake as his cat, Daffodil, decided enough was enough; it was time to get out!
Logue He panic but he also anxiety
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 11:48 am
Yuri's expression of disappointment had quickly been replaced with one of shock as Sven rushed in. He floated out of the way but watched the man like a hawk, curious about what was in the carrier. The source of the distress was soon revealed, however, and Yuri's eyebrows shot up.
"Cat?" he echoed, growing more concerned by the second. Customers didn't normally barge into their business, out of breath and 'frazzled'. He looked at Yves, unsure of how to react.
Yves, meanwhile, had quickly crossed the room and was already holding his arms out to help Sven with the carrier. He leaned into it just enough to grant him better purchase, and used his forearms to prop it up between the two of them, something of a feat considering the difference in their height. It hadn't occurred to him in the heat of the moment that, perhaps, Sven was a man who preferred to have his space bubble unperturbed. He looked up at him, aghast.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, voice hitching as the cat struggled against the carrier. His tone took on a heavier edge of concern. "This is -- ack! This is a grooming salon, not a vet, I hope you meant to come here?"
Yuri kept close by, hovering anxiously and watching the two of them with a furrowed brow. He was something of an expert at catching runaway cats and was prepared to do so if needed.Yushika yves and yuri also.... anxiety... lmao
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 10:59 pm
Sven had to physically stop himself from repeating the word cat when the other man echoed him, jaw clenching tighter as he reflectively allowed the other to help him with the carrier.
"Ah yes, I- !" He knew that, but when he called the vet, after a few brief questions they determined this was the best route, first. He squirmed slightly, looking suddenly very eager to set the carrier down.
"I practice calligraphy." He began explaining, feeling a need to preface the situation with that. Already an inkling of embarrassment rushed through him; what if the other man considered him an unfit owner? Oh, god, this was the worst.
"I work with ink, from a container. I must have left my door open... she came in and jumped on the table and it.... spilled." On her. All of her. Her face seemed spared, somehow, as if Daffodil had the foresight to at least spare him a vet visit and instead cover the rest of her pure white fur in ink for sheer fun.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 9:28 pm
Yves's face fell as Sven explained what had happened; and then he felt a horrible wash of secondhand embarrassment, and grew quite red on poor Sven's behalf.
"Oh, no," was all he could manage, and it had slipped out right when Sven had said calligraphy. Helping Sven to carefully set the carrier down on the counter, he stooped a bit to stare down into the carrier and, sure enough, there was a cat inside. A cat that had once been white, he'd guessed.
Straightening, Yves fanned his hands out in front of himself with a feeble wave, an attempt at reassurance. "It could have happened to anyone," he stammered, trying not to look as unsure as he felt about the predicament. It wasn't a matter of how he could clean the cat's fur, it was a matter of if.
Yves coughed into his hand and turned stiffly, staring at Yuri. Yuri's ears perked up and he looked back at his dad with a look that said, 'What.'
"I might have to... shave her," Yves slowly said, casting a remorseful gaze back toward Sven. Yuri's eyes widened in sudden understanding. Cats did not like to be shaved. Cat's owners did not like it when their cats had to be shaved. Unless there was some kind of ancient Gaian soap that could remove ink...
Yves perked up. Was that really so far-fetched? He didn't carry everything in his store, after all. He just needed to do some research. He had connections. Grooming connections, kind of like how hair stylists had product connections. Maybe. He wasn't 100% on that.
"Hold on," Yves suddenly said, whipping out his phone. Good ol' smart phones. He liked books better, but this wasn't the time to act the snooty librarian. "I'll see if I can find... something."
"Don't panic," he quickly added, giving Sven a determined look. "Worst comes to worst, the fur will grow back. But maybe we can find something better. Yuri?"
Yuri drifted over at the mention of his name, making a beeline for the cat. He just wanted to look into the carrier; he really liked cats.
Yves cleared his throat, scrolling through his phone.
"Oh," Yuri said. And then he raised himself back up and gestured toward Sven. "Do you want a chair?"Nymphiea OTL OTL OTL HERE I AAAAAAM
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2018 11:27 am
Shave her? Sven cast a glance at the carrier, face paling considerably (if that was even possible with his already fair complexion).
"Oh, oh Daff, I'm so sorry," Genuine remorse reached his tone as he placed a hand on the carrier. Of course the only time he ever left the door open this mess would happen! He should have been more careful! He had been gone for just a second, and here they were. Could he even take care of a Raevan at this rate?
His eyes drifted towards the Raevan at that thought, eyes trailing from their hands to their ribbon. They were what he was expected to raise? At the time he had understood that; he had met another Raevan before and things had gone fine. Now? Now panic fluttered in his stomach. If he couldn't take care of a small, helpless cat, how could he take care of someone as big as the Raevan before him?
Thankfully, the owner of the grooming parlor suddenly pulled their phone out. Sven turned, hands wringing together as the owner flipped through information he couldn't see. Something... not shaving? Oh thank god, please. He didn't want Daffodil to pay for his idiocy. He twitched as the Raevan addressed him, anxiety still rampant as he nodded hesitantly.
"Ah, yes, that'd be wonderful. I ran the entire way...." Now that he thought about it, he was exhausted.
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