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[teenyoda]

[Hello, Asgard. The entire city is treated to this lovely smiling visage.]


Hey there, Asgard. So, after a lot of thought, I've come to realize I really need to get a job. Preferably not at a pet store.

[Sorry, Scott, but if he had to work around Isaac and Derek, it was likely there'd be some sort of war involving projectile puppies or kittens. No one wanted that, man. No one.]

A man needs to be able to buy the finer things in life. Maybe some of the not so fine things as well. I don't know what the job market's like out here, but Stiles needs some dough.

[He needed to be able to impress, not that it had ever helped him before.]

Is there a sign up place? A help wanted section? A newspaper? Ye olde job market? Come on, help a guy out. I shouldn't have to state the obvious, but heavy lifting isn't my strong suit. Neither is anything involving having to move. Or do things that require effort.

[Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but he wanted to make sure his potential employer had lowered expectations. He might need to slack off to help a certain best friend out and if no one expected anything from him, that gave him a lot of leeway.]

So, any takers?

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[holyfight]

You mean like an office job? Hmm...

I don't think I know any of those! I co-own a restaurant here, though!

[teenyoda]

I'm better on a computer, but there don't seem to be a surplus of those around here. So maybe books or... uh, things?

[He smiled at the restaurant mention, but he'd seen the movies, man. He knew that waitresses were run ragged and tipped horribly.]

What kind?

[Because it didn't hurt to know of any places that one might be able to take someone to if they were so inclined and could somehow convicne the other person to go.]

[holyfight]

Hmm, maybe a library?

Oh, we run a regular dinner place! Kind of like a family restaurant!

[teenyoda]

I don't think the library in my district is hiring. [Sad, man.]

Ah.

[The 'ah' was filled with so many unsaid things. A family restaurant would kill him. Dishes upon dishes upon dishes. Children throwing things. Having to live off tips. Poor workers.]

Uh, where is it? Just in case I want to like, come by for a bite to eat or something?

[Because he might not want to work there, but he might want to et there. He'd be nice, promise. No ketchup towers.]

[holyfight]

Oh no! Maybe you could ask in other districts, then?

Oh, we're in Heimdal district! Down by the Gate of Fog! We're called The Highwind!

[teenyoda]

Hey, is that anywhere by Jade's pie place?

[Because he'd so been totally talked in against his will possibly convinced to work there.]

[holyfight]

Eh heh, Jade-san is my co-owner!

[teenyoda]

No way. You guys own a restaurant and a pie place? Or is this the same place and I'm just dumb?

[holyfight]

We make a little bit of everything, so it's probably the same place! At least I think it would be!

[teenyoda]

I don't know about the everything, I just know she said Ryan made pies and that I could come get one. I'm doing that, you know. Coming to get a pie. A delicious chocolate strawberry pie.

That will not end up up my nose.

[holyfight]

Do pies usually end up up your nose?

[teenyoda]

Usually? No. Not unless someone lends a helping hand.

[Like Scott. Scott and his big pie up the nose shoving hand.]

[holyfight]

[Well, that gets a laugh]

So people throw them at you!

[teenyoda]

Not so much people as one specific person.

[holyfight]

Haaaah-? So you have your very own personal pie-thrower?

[teenyoda]

More like my own personal best friend who thinks it's funny to smush it in my face.

[holyfight]

[Orihime looks like a light bulb just went off over her head. Everyone should probably worry]

Haaaah! That sounds like a good idea! I'll have to get Tatsuki-chan like that when I get back home!

[teenyoda]

... Any and all pie related incidents that may or may not happen after this conversation are not my fault.

[holyfight]

Eh heh, don't worry! I won't implicate you in any of my crimes against piemanity at all!

[teenyoda]

Just so we're clear on that.