{Open} Get your shit and get out

[yøsh]

Homework? No. Pop music? Nope. Godzilla trampling downtown Tokyo during rush hour? Not even close.

It was official, Kankuro thought with a less then thrilled feeling of resignation, there was nothing else in the world that could irritate him like the fact that at least half the people who shopped at Fresh Mart were fucking morons. Okay, okay.... Maybe that was a slightly inaccurate statement and completely unfair.

It was easily ninety-nine percent of the customers were mentally challenged the second that they walked through the automatic glass doors. It actually almost worried him, this tendency couldn't be very healthy or safe for anyone involved. Then he remembered that he really didn't care and went back to pretending to restock the tomato soup shelf (again).

Kankuro let out a sigh, slouching his way through the store, returning to his "assigned duties" (which, on a Tuesday evening translated into looking like you were busy since hardly anyone came in anyway and the day manager was too busy helping himself to the day old baked goods before Kankuro could get there, the bastard). Old ladies only appeared sweet, he decided, though even the woman he had just helped didn't have that to lean on. Asking for him to find five million (or four. Whatever, it was all the same) items for her, half of which were right behind her at the time. If she was that blind, then she needed glasses.

Whatever, people were stupid, he reminded himself. Immature, too. And while he didn't have much of a leg to stand on, being a stupid immature teenager half the time, at least he still had the defense that he wasn't still going 'hurr hurr, let's move the zucchini on the condom display', still (though that did seem like something he would still do if he ever came to work wasted for some reason he still was unsure about). Rounding the corner, he shook his head and lamented his remaining hour on the clock.

[Amaya]

It was Tuesday, and because Tuesday is the day after Monday and that means the week has started. Because the week has started that means the terrible demons of school and homework are back. Seeing as how all her homework was done this girl was looking to have some fun, and when she wanted fun and to be perfectly honest couldn't think of a damn thing to do that left only one thing.

It was time to walk to Fresh Mart and harass the one and only Sabakuno Kankuro. Who she knew was working there, and if she timed it right she would have an hour to bother him while he worked before he was off and they could go have some real fun. Possibly involving excessive amounts of alcohol and maybe spray-paint. Not that either would be guaranteed, but no matter what happened it was going to be one fun night.

After a brisk walk from her crummy home she arrived at the glowing, sliding, glass doors of Fresh Mart. It was good to be back in a place she felt comfortable, streets at night were never a fun thing. While Fresh Mart was not the most comfortable place, it was a heck of a lot safer than the night streets alone. As she walked in she shook her head her shaggy brown hair letting the tension from her walk go as if she was shaking it off. Kankuro was one of the few men in her life that she would say she trusted completely, and that was probably because she had known him from the start. They were close because he had never looked down on her for her choice of life or what happened with her parents.

Speaking of that particular brunette, there he was rounding an isle corner into view. Walking up quietly behind him, she pondered for a moment what to do. Finally giving up on thinking of something clever she leaned in and blew in his ear before pulling away and asking “You working hard tonight slacker?” She smirked and looked around, it was really dead tonight. They would have to find something insanely fun to do tonight.

[yøsh]

What the hell? No seriously; what the hell? It was a Tuesday night, who in their right mind was shopping for groceries? There was a weekend for this kind of thing. Oh, sure, come Saturday, when the store was packed, Kankuro would complain about how more people should have the foresight to avoid the crowds and shop on a weeknight, but that was minor details at the moment with a single similar point; Kankuro hated Fresh Mart customers. Customers like the one coming up behind him, deliberately approaching him in the tell-tale sign that they wanted something (probably ‘assistance’ in finding something they could find on their own if they weren’t completely retarded the moment they entered the building) behind him. Fuck.

Pretending not to notice her (At least he was fairly sure that it was a her, though from his vantage point it was rather hard to be completely certain) Kankuro readily played make believe as he moved items around on the shelf, trying to look like he was shelving to the mental chant of ’go away’. It really went with out saying but the brunette male did not share his day manager’s enthusiasm for customer service. He was more similar to the night shift supervisor (not that Kankuro particularly liked him) who was the kind of guy that took the day old doughnuts and disappeared into the back office which, so far as Kankuro has seen since landing the part time job from hell a year and a half ago, was all that he knew how to do. But that, so far as Kankuro was concerned, was just more proof as to why he needed a raise. He put up with Skippy ‘think of the customers as job security’ manager and the god damned ‘in the back stealing your doughnuts before you can, you minimum wage slave’ supervisor.... And a customer every now and then (sometimes even pleasantly, too. He was fairly surprised by that fact, too).

Un fortunately, now was not one of those times. Or at least it was unfortunate for the lady standing behind him. He was not a polite person, not by most standards of the word; he wasn’t going to acknowledge her. And, if she was any type of the social norm, she would eventually give up and leave to find the item all on her own (as she should have done before bothering him, god damnit). In short, she was wasting her time; there wasn’t anyway that she was going to get his attention, much less his undivided attention.

Or so he thought.

The customer, however, seemed to have other thoughts as she ( oh dear god/buddah/allah in heaven, he really hoped that she was a she) stood up on her tip toes and blew on his ears.... That was a new one. Fighting the reflex to jump as the hot stream of breath made contact with his sensitive flesh, Kankuro turned to face the guest with a raised eyebrow, straining for an air of nonchalance.

”Can I help...?” he began before a grin split across his face, recognizing the leggy brunette before him. Yes, the she in question was in fact a she, not that that would do him any good with her. And, even if it did, she knew too much. ”Oh it’s you.” he teased, ”I’m not legally licensed to help you.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why she was there (All comments about him figuring it out making that obvious with held);he wasn’t the only one bored that Tuesday night. Though, why someone came to Fresh Mart to alleviate boredom was logic that Kankuro could not follow. Unless there was a bag ball tourney going on (Shiromaru’s days as reigning champion were numbered once Kankuro got a teammate that wasn’t thirty-five, played like a girl, and was pregnant), but even then, it was a questionable move.

”Yo.” Kankuro said, his simple formal greeting, placing a box of noodles back in their designated spot. ”I always work hard.” he informed her blithely, before his grin became a smirk. That was the great thing about Suzume; female she might be, but she was still just one of the guys, with him. ”If you know what I mean.”

[Amaya]

“Oh you need more than just a license to help me.” She said with a smile looking at her working friend. It was always fun to make a good friend suffer when they were stuck at work. Kankuro was one of her favorite people to bother, because he complained about work a lot and well he was rather easy to annoy at times. Resting one arm on the shelf she was standing by and leaning on it lightly she smirked.

“Oh I don't even want to know how hard you work.” A devilish grin crept across her face. Oh yeah tonight was going to be some kind of fun. Kankuro had to be one of her favorite people, he treated her just like a normal person. Which at times didn't happen, but she was treated more normal now than when she was younger. Her and Kankuro still got laughs out of how many people had thought they were dating or whatever when they first started hanging out. She had to admit that would probably be the last thing on her mind whenever she saw him. To put it simply he was not her type.

“So aside from all the hard work you do here what are your plans for after work?” She said her eyes wandering the shelves of the isle they happened to be in. What she found herself looking at was boxes of noodles, which were not entertaining for long. Grabbing a box off the shelf she looked at it after a moment she replaced the first box, though not from where she had grabbed it and got a different box “What in the world do you even do all night in a job like this?” She wondered aloud, both to herself and Kankuro. If she had a job like this she would probably be bored out of her mind. Placing the box back on the shelf she turned and looked at Kankuro, she was swaying lightly on her feet rocking from the heels to the balls of her feet. A sure sign that she was bored, not that she should have expected Fresh Mart to be very entertaining.