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[nolicenseyet]

Characters: Eve, Keroro, anyone affiliated with their business and YOU
Location: Metokkori R and Hikan Café
Rating: G
Time: May 17th, all day
Description: No matter how strange things got, you still needed to work.



They had had to close the store for a day or two as they cleaned up the graffiti, and continued to open despite having the vandals tied up outside their door. They didn't open during the riots (it would have been foolish to do that).

At the end of everything, though, the doors were opened again. Life went on, after all.

Welcome to Metokkori R, a store where they sell more flavours of instant ramen than you can shake a stick at and various other Japanese goods and snacks. Or maybe you were more interested in coming into the Hikan Café, a family style restaurant with a friendly atmosphere. There is a mysterious third store, but, unfortunately, recent events have delayed its opening.

As usual, the stores all accept communicators as payment~.

((OOC: Feel free to make open threads for yourself under the headings!))

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

[Aw, Keroro, bless your little froggy heart.]

Four more boxes? Really? In that case, I suppose I'd better take four.

[starfruitfrog]

So that'll be four, including your current box, de arimasu?

[dead_black_eyes]

I think it would be your entire stock.

[starfruitfrog]

Ah. I see, de arimasu. Sorry, my mistake, de arimasu.

Then for five boxes, your total comes to 160 Death Dollars, de arimasu. Are you going to take them with you now, or would you like them delivered, de arimasu?

[dead_black_eyes]

[He blinks those owlish eyes.]

...I certainly can't carry them all.

[He can't. Look at that scrawny build. Stacked up, they're taller than he is. He can pay for them, but managing them alone is a bit impossible.]

They'll have to be delivered, I'm afraid.

[starfruitfrog]

[He knows a thirteen year-old girl that could have carried all of them by herself.]

That's no problem, de arimasu.

[He takes out a pen and paper.]

Please give me your address and name, then I'll have one of our employees deliver it to you, de arimasu.

[dead_black_eyes]

[He grasps the pen delicately, writing, in his horrible handwriting, the address of the Watch headquarters with instructions to leave them at the front desk.]

[starfruitfrog]

[He has to squint at it a bit...]

The...Watch headquarters, de arimasu?

[Why does he feel like he's done this before...Sending cookies to the Watch headquarters...




Nah, that must be a coincidence.]

[dead_black_eyes]

Yes, that's right.

[He nibbles his thumbnail innocently.]

I hope it isn't a problem...

[starfruitfrog]

[Keroro shakes his head and gives L his Reassuring Salesman grin.]

Oh, of course not, de arimasu! The person at the front desk will know who these are for, right, de arimasu?

[He is having the strangest sense of deja vu right now....]

[dead_black_eyes]

Indubitably.

[Keroro gets the closest L ever manages to a reassuring smile, which... is far from reassuring. He can't help it.]

[starfruitfrog]

Then we thank you for your business, de arimasu. Delivery is free, so your total comes to 160 Death Dollars, de arimasu.

[dead_black_eyes]

[Having no wallet, L pulls the wad of bills out of his pocket and starts peeling them away from the whole like leaves. He counts out $160 and sets it on the counter.

Altogether, he really doesn't seem like he handles money very much.]

[starfruitfrog]

[Which is perfectly fine, because Keroro won't judge. Especially not when L is giving him money.

He counts it out once more before stacking it neatly and putting it away in the register.]

Thank you very much, de arimasu!

[dead_black_eyes]

Anytime.

[And it likely will be pretty soon, actually, considering how quickly L goes through these cookies.]