The Ropes [2430-2-3 Mon 1:30 pm]

[Iod]

Iod waited until the door was shut before pulling his own wet shirt off. He quickly dried himself off and pulled on the spare shirt. It wasn’t that he was shy. It was that he didn’t want Failyn asking questions, and she seemed like the sort of girl who would start wondering where Iod had gotten all the scars from. And then, as soon as she heard the real story, the pity would start, and that would be the end of their friendship.

By the time she got out, he had his shirt hung up over the sink. He put out his hands for her wet things, planning on stringing them up too, “Nah, I’ll get it if one of the other girls hasn’t. But they’re probably already mopping it up. Next time one of them makes a spill and has to change, you can take care of it for them.”

[Failyn]

“Nah, I’ll get it if one of the other girls hasn’t. But they’re probably already mopping it up. Next time one of them makes a spill and has to change, you can take care of it for them.” Failyn nodded, noting that this sounded fair. A cover for a cover. She could do that.

Well, she was still supposed to be working, and she had been dragged off for awhile now. So she should definately get to work. She was currently wasting Derekboss's money, which is a bad thing. She turned toward the cafe door opening thing, about to scamper off, when something nagged at her mind. She should probably say bye to Iodkid.

"Oh. Iod...Uhm, unless you have anything else to instruct me in, I'm off to work...?" She left the question open. She coudn't imagine anything else he had to say, but she supposed that's why she was still in training, and not running the place.

[Iod]

“Nope, we’re all done here,” Iod took her wet things and set them on the sink, grinning at her, “I could make up more reasons to waste time, but hell, you’re chomping at the bit. Might as well let you go out there and have ‘em crush your soul a little at a time. I’ll see you around soon enough!”

He waited until Failyn headed out to the kitchen before turning back to her clothes. Iod rung out the wet things and hung them up with his shirt, leaving them to drip-dry over the sink. It was almost too bad she wasn’t a server. She would have been a hell of a lot of fun on the restaurant side. But she’d probably do better with the café clientèle, who were usually more reasonable and friendlier.

Iod dried his hands off and headed back out to his side of the business. He had some sideboard stuff to put together, but more than that, he had to go bug Titanian until she hauled off and smacked him in the arm. Somebody had to be a pest, and he took his job very seriously (or as seriously as you could when the job was teasing somebody until they went bright pink and walloped you).

[Failyn]

As Failyn turned away, she contemplated the idea of getting her soul eaten. That sounded...unpleasant. To say the least. Maybe she could make a game out of it so it wasn't so bad? OOH! She could be one of those princesses from the human stories - the ones that inevitably get their crown stolen, work as a servant, and end up with a prince back in proper rule! That would be fun. Not that she necessarily wanted a prince out of the deal, but hey - sometimes that's just how the story ended.

She laughed. She'd make a horrible princess. But that's why it was a game, wasn't it? Because it wasn't real. But still....she would pretend. She grinned as she walked back out into the cafe, ready to be a good-hearted-well-meaning-girl-with-terribly-bad-luck.

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