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[Team Three] Killing Time
Just another Super Deli snippet. The previous snippet is Have your cake and eat it too if anyone's interested.
It's not even close to the worst plan he's ever had, Inoo reassured himself. In fact, if he had to rank this plan, it'd probably end up as #32 on the list of his worst plans ever. The idea forming in his head right now was definitely better than the shove-all-the-marshmallows-you-can-in-your-mouth incident (#28), the follow-Takaki-around-while-covered-in-flour-and-pretending-to-be-a-ghost haunting incident (#17), and of course the I-can-totally-juggle-knives-don't-laugh-at-me incident (##). Compared to those plans, this ws going to be totally fine.
He grabbed the mic at his cash register and switched it on. "Yabu Kota to register one. Yabu Kota to register one."
Over at register two, Keito was giving him a judging stare from over the top of the gossip magazine he was reading. There were only a few old ladies browsing the store at the moment since they had just opened for the day.
"Why are you doing this?" Keito asked.
"Because it's 8:17am and I'm already bored." Inoo bounced on his toes as he waited for Yabu to find his way to the front of the grocery store. Familiar strains of Journey songs floated overhead from the store's speakers, so apparently Yuto or Hikaru had picked the music today. After Inoo succeeded in his mission, maybe he'd sneak to the back and put in an enka CD instead. There was a limit to how many times he could listen to Don't Stop Believing per day without going absolutely insane.
"You called?" Yabu said as he ambled up to the check-out. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world as he leaned casually against the register's card-reader, accidentally pressing several buttons with his arm.
Inoo waved him away before he broke something. "I found your wallet this morning and rescued it from a potentially watery grave." He held up the brown wallet with frayed edges from all the times Yabu had left it in odd places and recovered it roughly later.
Yabu's mouth gaped open when he saw it. "Oh! I did leave it in the bathroom before I left last night." He reached out for it but Inoo pulled back like he was dangling a carrot on a stick in front of a horse.
"I pulled this out from behind one of the toilets," Inoo frowned. "You only get this back if you eat this tomato first. It's only fair."
The color drained from Yabu's face and he almost looked like the time Inoo had covered himself in flour. "How dare you," he stuttered, "you know tomatoes are my natural enemy!" He narrowed his eyes so much at the fruit, they were practically closed.
"It's a tiny one though," Inoo said. The red cherry tomato in his hand reflected the store's florescent lights. Keito and the old lady who'd just arrived at the check-out line stared at the two of them. Keito slowly rang up all six gallons of milk the lady purchased like he was preparing to duck for cover at any moment. Inoo briefly wondered why the lady was stockpiling all that milk, so he didn't react fast enough when Yabu snatched the tomato out of his hand and the wallet out of his other.
Yabu laughed evilly as he squashed the tomato with his foot and then sprinted off to the back, probably to the break room to hide his wallet away from Inoo's clutches. A sticky wet tomato-y footprint trail was left behind to further mar the white tile floor.
"You have to clean that up," Yamada said in his best I'm the manager voice as he walked by towards the customer service counter.
Inoo sighed and grabbed a squirt bottle and some paper towels. The old lady with the milk gave him a confused look as she left the store, and he looked back at her just as confused because seriously, who buys that much milk at once?
"How much time did that kill?" he asked Keito once he stood back up.
Keito had resumed reading his magazine but glanced over at the clock to answer.
"Four minutes."
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It's not even close to the worst plan he's ever had, Inoo reassured himself. In fact, if he had to rank this plan, it'd probably end up as #32 on the list of his worst plans ever. The idea forming in his head right now was definitely better than the shove-all-the-marshmallows-you-can-in-your-mouth incident (#28), the follow-Takaki-around-while-covered-in-flour-and-pretending-to-be-a-ghost haunting incident (#17), and of course the I-can-totally-juggle-knives-don't-laugh-at-me incident (##). Compared to those plans, this ws going to be totally fine.
He grabbed the mic at his cash register and switched it on. "Yabu Kota to register one. Yabu Kota to register one."
Over at register two, Keito was giving him a judging stare from over the top of the gossip magazine he was reading. There were only a few old ladies browsing the store at the moment since they had just opened for the day.
"Why are you doing this?" Keito asked.
"Because it's 8:17am and I'm already bored." Inoo bounced on his toes as he waited for Yabu to find his way to the front of the grocery store. Familiar strains of Journey songs floated overhead from the store's speakers, so apparently Yuto or Hikaru had picked the music today. After Inoo succeeded in his mission, maybe he'd sneak to the back and put in an enka CD instead. There was a limit to how many times he could listen to Don't Stop Believing per day without going absolutely insane.
"You called?" Yabu said as he ambled up to the check-out. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world as he leaned casually against the register's card-reader, accidentally pressing several buttons with his arm.
Inoo waved him away before he broke something. "I found your wallet this morning and rescued it from a potentially watery grave." He held up the brown wallet with frayed edges from all the times Yabu had left it in odd places and recovered it roughly later.
Yabu's mouth gaped open when he saw it. "Oh! I did leave it in the bathroom before I left last night." He reached out for it but Inoo pulled back like he was dangling a carrot on a stick in front of a horse.
"I pulled this out from behind one of the toilets," Inoo frowned. "You only get this back if you eat this tomato first. It's only fair."
The color drained from Yabu's face and he almost looked like the time Inoo had covered himself in flour. "How dare you," he stuttered, "you know tomatoes are my natural enemy!" He narrowed his eyes so much at the fruit, they were practically closed.
"It's a tiny one though," Inoo said. The red cherry tomato in his hand reflected the store's florescent lights. Keito and the old lady who'd just arrived at the check-out line stared at the two of them. Keito slowly rang up all six gallons of milk the lady purchased like he was preparing to duck for cover at any moment. Inoo briefly wondered why the lady was stockpiling all that milk, so he didn't react fast enough when Yabu snatched the tomato out of his hand and the wallet out of his other.
Yabu laughed evilly as he squashed the tomato with his foot and then sprinted off to the back, probably to the break room to hide his wallet away from Inoo's clutches. A sticky wet tomato-y footprint trail was left behind to further mar the white tile floor.
"You have to clean that up," Yamada said in his best I'm the manager voice as he walked by towards the customer service counter.
Inoo sighed and grabbed a squirt bottle and some paper towels. The old lady with the milk gave him a confused look as she left the store, and he looked back at her just as confused because seriously, who buys that much milk at once?
"How much time did that kill?" he asked Keito once he stood back up.
Keito had resumed reading his magazine but glanced over at the clock to answer.
"Four minutes."
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