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Rachi's battle cry could be heard throughout the Mangy Wolf Bite, the sounds of his intense work being voiced through his shouting. At first, newcomers would likely worry as to why he was shouting, perhaps thinking he might have tourettes, or something was happening in the back one might not wish to learn of. Yet those older, more regular customers were more than familiar with Young Rachi's cries and calls of excitement over his job. Whenever Rachi got into his job, it being to cook and prepare the orders Llawella, the second eldest of their family and the waitress to the Mangy Wolf Bite, delivered to him through a window that connected the kitchen to the dining area. When food was finished, Rachi would rush to the window and hit a bell, Llawella quickly appeared to take the orders and deliver them before he returned with more. Today, however, Rachi was going to try something new...

LALA! Rachi shouted, violently spinning about when he finished preparing the plates of food. The action resulted in the food flying from their place, but for Rachi that posed no problem, as no sooner had the entrees left did he throw the plates as one might a pair of shuriken, the white plates flying at an almost frightening speed towards the window the showed the front room where the customers dined. It was from that window that Llawella, otherwise known as Lala, appeared, arms thrust through the window to catch the plates and hold them out long enough for the food to land on their respective plates, in as perfect a condition as before. Nice! Rachi grinned, a wolfish grin that made his already intimidating eyes look even more so. He raised a hand, giving Llawella a thumbs up, getting a grin in return before his sister ducked out of view to deliver the order.

"FOOL!" A sudden blow caught Rachi off guard, the sound of a frying pan denting over a stone hard skull resounding through the kitchen. AH! Rachi cried out, ducking down and clutching his head for a second before standing straight, dramatically stamping his foot as he turned to face the one who bore the frying pan-- his mother. What was that for?! He barked, glaring at the woman whose own attire was in exact likeness to his own. Her arms were crossed, eyes shut and a vein bulging in her temple as she furiously tapped her foot. "What as that for? WHAT WAS THAT?! She demanded, golden eyes opening and pointing to the window. What fool in their right mind does something that foolish?! Leave it to my foolish son to do something so outrageous!" Rachi stood there, looking incredulous for a second, before jumping to the offense again, prepared to defend himself. Outrageous?! It worked, didn't it? It pointed in the direction of the window. The food made it, and the custome- The frying pan impacted Rachi's head, eyes bulging comedically the moment the pan hit him over the head. "Don't do it again! The next time I catch you throwing dishes and customers food around, like some game of catch, I'll make you rue the day your father looked at me! She threatened, raising the frying pan menacingly, golden eyes flashing as she dared more backtalk.

Rachi grunted, taking a step back as he judged his options. In the end, he sighed and nodded. Right He grumbled, reaching up and rubbing the back of his head through the head wrap that kept his hair out of the way. "And wash your hands! Don't need your hair in our customers food!" With a final smack, the woman known as Ulrica made her way off into the kitchen, to take care of her own duties while Rachi did his. Stingy Slave driver. Rachi thought, tempted to stick his tongue out at the woman, only resisting in fear of the aged Lycan from taking it clean off.

"Rachi! Another order!" Llawella called out to him, slapping two yellow papers on the wall above the window. YOU GOT IT! Rachi shouted, snatching them up and reading them before turning back to his "Kingdom". His own golden eyes flashed with pleasure as he set out to work, rushing about the kitchen like a demon on high as he worked.