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writetomyheart2021-10-19 09:26 pm
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[team three] an offer he can't refuse
Me? Actually writing a tiny bit of plot into the neverending angstshipping fic? More likely than you think
Yu-gi-oh, short, g-rated
"I want you to stay - permanently. That is, if you don't have any other jobs lined up already."
Malik pauses, hand frozen halfway to the shelf, his fingers still curled around the pack of cards he's supposed to be restocking. He can hardly believe what he'd just heard. Mr. Mutou was offering him a fulltime job at the game shop?
"Are you serious?" he blurts out before he can think his words through. "You want me to stick around even though I've screwed up so many things?"
"Not any worse than Yugi did when he first started helping me out," Mr. Mutou answers with a goodhearted chuckle.
Malik can tell Yugi inherited his sunshiny kindness from his grandfather. They're like two peas in a pod. No one should be as forgiving about yesterday's incident when Malik somehow got the cash register stuck shut for a whole two hours, and yet, here he is still employed after all that.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Mutou," Malik continues with a bow, thinking about how Ishizu would definitely scold him for bad manners if he didn't express his gratitude somehow.
"Please, Malik, I keep telling you to call me Grandpa. All of Yugi's friends do."
Malik nods, and turns back to restocking the shelf, hiding his excitement about the implication that he's considered one of Yugi's friends.
"Let me know if you need anything," Grandpa Mutou says as he heads back towards his office to finish up things before they shut down for the day.
Malik's just been given a stable, steady job for the foreseeable future. No more relying 100 percent on his siblings. He can't think of anything he'd need other than that.
I believe venatohru is up next while we finish up the round
Yu-gi-oh, short, g-rated
"I want you to stay - permanently. That is, if you don't have any other jobs lined up already."
Malik pauses, hand frozen halfway to the shelf, his fingers still curled around the pack of cards he's supposed to be restocking. He can hardly believe what he'd just heard. Mr. Mutou was offering him a fulltime job at the game shop?
"Are you serious?" he blurts out before he can think his words through. "You want me to stick around even though I've screwed up so many things?"
"Not any worse than Yugi did when he first started helping me out," Mr. Mutou answers with a goodhearted chuckle.
Malik can tell Yugi inherited his sunshiny kindness from his grandfather. They're like two peas in a pod. No one should be as forgiving about yesterday's incident when Malik somehow got the cash register stuck shut for a whole two hours, and yet, here he is still employed after all that.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Mutou," Malik continues with a bow, thinking about how Ishizu would definitely scold him for bad manners if he didn't express his gratitude somehow.
"Please, Malik, I keep telling you to call me Grandpa. All of Yugi's friends do."
Malik nods, and turns back to restocking the shelf, hiding his excitement about the implication that he's considered one of Yugi's friends.
"Let me know if you need anything," Grandpa Mutou says as he heads back towards his office to finish up things before they shut down for the day.
Malik's just been given a stable, steady job for the foreseeable future. No more relying 100 percent on his siblings. He can't think of anything he'd need other than that.
I believe venatohru is up next while we finish up the round