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writetomyheart2016-03-08 10:45 pm
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[Team Three} The Language of Flours
I'm lazy which means more Super Deli AU. I'm sorry for the mostly unrelated punny title. The previous Super Deli snippet was here (How did Senga end up with a cameo?)
“Weirdo,” Yamada muttered to himself as he walked by the checkout registers where Inoo had started throwing paper airplanes (where did he get the paper?!) at Keito, who just swatted them away with the magazine he was trying to read.
“Clean that up!” Yamada commanded as he kept walking. He would stop and lecture, but Inoo never listened anyway, and he was supposed to be helping Takaki with something.
Yamada paused between the aisles to see Takaki and a customer standing in front of the shelves containing the flour display. Or where the flour would have been on display. Currently, the customer had his shopping cart filled with every bag of flour they had. Takaki shifted his feet, looking back and forth between the empty shelf and the full cart.
“Hi, can I help you?” Yamada put on his best helpful manager smile. Whatever this was would probably result in a headache.
“Our friend Senga from down the road,” Takaki began, gesturing to the customer who looked like bulk purchases of flour were a normal every day activity for him. “He wants to buy all the flour. Even the stuff in the back. Is that okay?”
Yamada blinked as he tried to remember who Senga was. He knew they’d met somewhere before, but he’d been so busy with the store lately, he was a bit frazzled in the memory department.
“From the Kis-My-Donuts shop,” Senga cheerfully supplied to Yamada’s blank expression. “We had a really unfortunate incident this morning involving some pipe cleaners and a bass drum, and we don’t have any flour to make our donuts. So here I am.” He grinned and shrugged sheepishly like this happened regularly. At least he had the decency to look a slightly apologetic.
Yamada just blinked again.
“We’ll send you guys free donuts for a week,” Senga added, somehow managing to widen his smile even more than before.
“Go get the extra stuff in the back,” Yamada told Takaki. He couldn’t say no to free food, even if it meant being out of stock of an item for a bit. “You can wait at the cash register,” he told Senga, “and we’ll bring the rest to you.”
“You’re a livesaver!” Senga said. “I’ll make sure your donuts have extra sprinkles!” And with that, Senga skated away towards the front of the store.
Wait a minute. Skated?!
Yamada blinked once again as he realized the donut shop employee was wearing a pair of rollerblades. Then he remembered that that particular donut shop was known for their rollerblading employees. Yamada frowned as he imagined the chaos they’d have if Super Deli’s employees rollerskated all the time. A disaster waiting to happen, that’s what.
Yamada shook those dreadful thoughts off and turned around to see Takaki still standing there.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” Takaki asked, eyeing the bare shelf warily.
“We’re getting a delivery this afternoon anyway.”
Takaki nodded, finally looking satisfied with this information, and so he disappeared to the back. At that moment, Yamada heard the all-too-familiar sound of Yabu’s mop bucket colliding with something solid. He rubbed his temples, suddenly remembering why none of his employees should have access to anything with wheels. It would be better for his health if he pretended he hadn’t heard that.
The clock on the wall said it was only 9:47am. If they made it through the day without destroying anything, it would be a miracle.
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elindar ^_^
“Weirdo,” Yamada muttered to himself as he walked by the checkout registers where Inoo had started throwing paper airplanes (where did he get the paper?!) at Keito, who just swatted them away with the magazine he was trying to read.
“Clean that up!” Yamada commanded as he kept walking. He would stop and lecture, but Inoo never listened anyway, and he was supposed to be helping Takaki with something.
Yamada paused between the aisles to see Takaki and a customer standing in front of the shelves containing the flour display. Or where the flour would have been on display. Currently, the customer had his shopping cart filled with every bag of flour they had. Takaki shifted his feet, looking back and forth between the empty shelf and the full cart.
“Hi, can I help you?” Yamada put on his best helpful manager smile. Whatever this was would probably result in a headache.
“Our friend Senga from down the road,” Takaki began, gesturing to the customer who looked like bulk purchases of flour were a normal every day activity for him. “He wants to buy all the flour. Even the stuff in the back. Is that okay?”
Yamada blinked as he tried to remember who Senga was. He knew they’d met somewhere before, but he’d been so busy with the store lately, he was a bit frazzled in the memory department.
“From the Kis-My-Donuts shop,” Senga cheerfully supplied to Yamada’s blank expression. “We had a really unfortunate incident this morning involving some pipe cleaners and a bass drum, and we don’t have any flour to make our donuts. So here I am.” He grinned and shrugged sheepishly like this happened regularly. At least he had the decency to look a slightly apologetic.
Yamada just blinked again.
“We’ll send you guys free donuts for a week,” Senga added, somehow managing to widen his smile even more than before.
“Go get the extra stuff in the back,” Yamada told Takaki. He couldn’t say no to free food, even if it meant being out of stock of an item for a bit. “You can wait at the cash register,” he told Senga, “and we’ll bring the rest to you.”
“You’re a livesaver!” Senga said. “I’ll make sure your donuts have extra sprinkles!” And with that, Senga skated away towards the front of the store.
Wait a minute. Skated?!
Yamada blinked once again as he realized the donut shop employee was wearing a pair of rollerblades. Then he remembered that that particular donut shop was known for their rollerblading employees. Yamada frowned as he imagined the chaos they’d have if Super Deli’s employees rollerskated all the time. A disaster waiting to happen, that’s what.
Yamada shook those dreadful thoughts off and turned around to see Takaki still standing there.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” Takaki asked, eyeing the bare shelf warily.
“We’re getting a delivery this afternoon anyway.”
Takaki nodded, finally looking satisfied with this information, and so he disappeared to the back. At that moment, Yamada heard the all-too-familiar sound of Yabu’s mop bucket colliding with something solid. He rubbed his temples, suddenly remembering why none of his employees should have access to anything with wheels. It would be better for his health if he pretended he hadn’t heard that.
The clock on the wall said it was only 9:47am. If they made it through the day without destroying anything, it would be a miracle.
Here you go
elindar ^_^