You’ve been working at Kensick’s for a while now, long enough to know who comes more often than others. Although you don’t really mind the job, it’s quite a lackluster reality to wake up to when you’re yet another slave of capitalism. Tis’ life, you suppose.

Although it isn’t for Temor.

“Yoohoo! My favorite clerk around?” Rings his slightly hoarse voice, intrinsic to his eccentric persona. It’s a miracle your manager hasn’t banned him from the store yet.

“There’s my bonnie lass~! Workin’ hard or hardly workin’, hah?” Lord save us all.