estoria | [OPEN] The Way of a Woman

Who: Ryuko and you!
When: November 12th (ic)
Where: Shopping District; Ceres Juice booth
What: Shenanigans at the workplace. Ryuko is told to be more social with the customers.
Rating/Warning: None.

a.
[ It's been about a week since Ryuko started the Ceres Juice gig. Management has said that she had the right "look" as an attendant, but her attitude could use some improvement. The trick to attracting customers is to always SMILE and make them feel SPECIAL. Of course, Ryuko would have none of that, as those sound more like job requirements for the Pleasure District... however, a girl needs to make ends meet somehow. How else is she going to buy that motorcycle?

With a clearly forced smile, Ryuko greets any patron that approaches the counter. ]

Welcome to Ceres Juice~! Where we do the hard juice, so you don't have to! ( What the hell does that even mean? ) ...Uh. What will it be today~?

b.
[ Sometime later, in an hour when the Shopping District is less busy, Ryuko can be seen neglecting her duty and trying to catch some quick power naps at the counter. Senketsu, her talking uniform that only Ryuko can hear, is trying to keep her from falling asleep. He tells her that if she's having trouble staying awake, then she shouldn't stay up so late the night before. ]

Hnngh... gimme a break, Senketsu... it ain't like anyone's gonna see us...

[ To anyone who's oblivious about Senketsu, she looks like a crazy person just talking to her inanimate clothes. ]

c.
[ Hooray, it's lunch break!! Now she can really slack off and not get in trouble by anyone. Her work ethics could use some brushing up, however, as she's sitting with her bum on the counter and back turned towards any customers. With a delicious McCeres Burger in hands, she's not letting anyone ruin her 30 minutes of paradise. ]

Go away. [ She takes another mouthful. ] Busy.

d.
[ Feel free to make up your own prompt, whether as a co-worker or just bumping into her on her way home or whatever. ]

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It's fairly unique. Knights and legends tend to be a bit more common. Since I don't have the honor of a knight and my legend isn't known, I have to have something unique.

Either way, it still fits fairly well.

You say it fits, but it's still all so damn confusing to me...

Gotta say, though, I'd have never guessed you're a blacksmith. Or were? [ Can't keep up!! ]

I still am. Though I never make anything original.

[Just copies. Like the short sword that appears in his hand and he places on the counter. It's a copy of an original but it's still a real sword.]

Just like that.

Just imitations?

[ She looks down at the sword on the counter, but isn't really interested in holding it. It looks fairly unique to her, at least, it may as well be something original. ]

Is that why ya so carelessly place 'em in front of a smoothie attendant like that?

You can't recreate the real thing. Besides, this weapon was made by a blacksmith who forged it in his wife's blood. That's not exactly something I'd like to do. Not to mention that I don't have a wife.

But I put it here because you wanted to know my hobbies. That and if you pick up it, I can always get it back easily.

Again with the cocky shit? If I were to pick this up, you'd be too dead to do much of anything. [ Look who's being arrogant here. ]

[His face says he was almost expecting that kind of statement.]

You're always welcome to try me.

Hmph.

[ Without a moment of hesitation, she takes the sword in her hand, but simply leans forward and offers it back to him. She's not losing her job over this punk! ]

I'm sorry, we don't accept swords for payment, Sir. You're gonna have to use real credits here.

Later then. I'll accept that.

[He doesn't even touch it. Instead, he disappears in her hands.]

I want three orange slushies with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

[ Well, that... was certainly weird. Turns out he could have gotten it back anytime. ]

Three? Sure your bladder can hold that much? Nearest restroom is two blocks from here, Sir.

Two for Saber and one for Rin. I refuse to drink anything that's not made by myself.

Is that 'cause you're really picky or just don't trust me with a simple task?

It's because anything I make is better than what these fast food places can put out.

...I'm literally just throwing fruit in a blender, what else could ya want?

Do you want me to go back there and show you?

Not with that smug look. You just stay right where you are, I'll make a drink so delicious it's gonna knock Saber's stockings off.

[ Not gonna bother with pleasing Rin on the other hand. That is a fool's errand. ]

Let me tell you something. Saber is useless as a judge in this kind of thing. She'll eat shovel loads of anything as long as it has a slightly positive taste.

So what? All that means is she's better company than you. Who wants to hear you criticize and complain all day?

[ She starts working on that large order, preparing the oranges. ]

I won't deny that. But when it comes to food, I refuse to be beaten.

Nobody's tryin' to compete over something idiotic like that! People order my crap here 'cause they're thirsty, not 'cause it means they concede defeat.

However you word it, I'm not ordering anything for myself.

However you word it, I don't care.

[ One can tell how frustrated she is just by how ungracefully she's preparing all the drinks. She doesn't even bother to clean any spillage right now. Only a few more minutes until she can stop enduring this conversation. ] So you three are pretty tight, huh?

Not particularly. I have a decent relationship with Rin but Saber and I are at odds frequently. Her need for other's to have the pride of a knight clash with my lack of pride.

And yet here you are buying her two drinks! Are you sure one of them isn't for you?

I don't actively dislike Saber. I just find her adherence to honor as useless. Despite the way I speak, there are only a few people I find myself disliking.

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