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[Open] Delivery Boy Here
Who; Tommy Shepherd, Jacob, Open
What; Cherishment Deliveries and Tommy's Market Stall
Where; Markets
When;
Warnings;
I. Business Gotta Business | Open
Valentine's, but it wasn't really that. still, Tommy had seen this shit before, and honestly, he'd made some spare bucks at this time of the year, going abroad to get certain gifts for people who wanted to impress their partners.
Here at least he had better reasons to do it. The city was full of the joy and gifts and everything else. And Tommy? He had a fleet of messenger girls and boys to help provide for. So their little stall in the market got a minor remodeling with samples of different business's work. Some cloth flowers from that former King's booth, which Tommy had a sign with that explained where to find that stall. There some nice candles with directions to the chandler's shop for those and nice soaps. And of course there was a box of chocolates. or what had been a box of chocolates because Tommy did nothing to stop his courier kids from taking food from the stall if it wasn't a delivery bound to happen. That one had a sign that said 'chocolates so good they didn't last' and directed to the chocolateer's.
"Deliveries," Tommy called out, sounding more bored than anything. "Wanna send something to a secret admirer? We'll get it there, perhaps even in the next second. Surprise them with flowers appearing in front of their eyes."
He knew the kids were mostly out delivering notes and flowers and other gifts as fleetly as their little feet (all booted because Tommy had put no small amount of the business's funds into getting shoes and warm winter coats for his kids), leaving him alone to manage the stall. He hated being alone. Even his smallest kid, a little girl named Jenica, had gone rushing off with a love note, so all he could do was keep the brazier in the covered stall going and try not to go mad with boredom.
Who knew being a responsible adult could suck so much?
II. Commissioning A Gift | Closed to Jacob
If Tommy had one regular business as a customer that wasn't the lodge, it was Gary's. Wood was always needed. Supplies for sealing carvings mattered too. He absolutely had to do regular deliveries, but it was fine. Fine because Jacob was there, and he called out to the young man who was often there to officially 'receive' deliveries from the cart Tommy was hauling behind himself.
"Hey Jakey-boy," Tommy said with a smirk. "You good today?"
What; Cherishment Deliveries and Tommy's Market Stall
Where; Markets
When;
Warnings;
I. Business Gotta Business | Open
Valentine's, but it wasn't really that. still, Tommy had seen this shit before, and honestly, he'd made some spare bucks at this time of the year, going abroad to get certain gifts for people who wanted to impress their partners.
Here at least he had better reasons to do it. The city was full of the joy and gifts and everything else. And Tommy? He had a fleet of messenger girls and boys to help provide for. So their little stall in the market got a minor remodeling with samples of different business's work. Some cloth flowers from that former King's booth, which Tommy had a sign with that explained where to find that stall. There some nice candles with directions to the chandler's shop for those and nice soaps. And of course there was a box of chocolates. or what had been a box of chocolates because Tommy did nothing to stop his courier kids from taking food from the stall if it wasn't a delivery bound to happen. That one had a sign that said 'chocolates so good they didn't last' and directed to the chocolateer's.
"Deliveries," Tommy called out, sounding more bored than anything. "Wanna send something to a secret admirer? We'll get it there, perhaps even in the next second. Surprise them with flowers appearing in front of their eyes."
He knew the kids were mostly out delivering notes and flowers and other gifts as fleetly as their little feet (all booted because Tommy had put no small amount of the business's funds into getting shoes and warm winter coats for his kids), leaving him alone to manage the stall. He hated being alone. Even his smallest kid, a little girl named Jenica, had gone rushing off with a love note, so all he could do was keep the brazier in the covered stall going and try not to go mad with boredom.
Who knew being a responsible adult could suck so much?
II. Commissioning A Gift | Closed to Jacob
If Tommy had one regular business as a customer that wasn't the lodge, it was Gary's. Wood was always needed. Supplies for sealing carvings mattered too. He absolutely had to do regular deliveries, but it was fine. Fine because Jacob was there, and he called out to the young man who was often there to officially 'receive' deliveries from the cart Tommy was hauling behind himself.
"Hey Jakey-boy," Tommy said with a smirk. "You good today?"
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The second task, though, now that is something that Mono brightened at the idea of. He was good at thinking on the fly and excelled at team work. He had coordinated a lot of complicated situations to get places that he needed to go with Six… So even if this was a much bigger kind of task, maybe he could handle that? Still, the boy keeps his mouth shit at Tommy was explaining, carefully listening to make sure he was getting all the important facts before he decided how to reply.
The continued explanation boosted his confidence in what he felt he could handle. Watching people was something he excelled at for obvious reasons, noticing things like that would be easy! And he could make sure his fellow messengers were taken care of, which was a good thing to do… So he finally responded as Tommy finished, words chosen carefully. “Um… I dunno if I could do what Charlese did. I can count money and stuff to make sure I got enough for things, but I’ve never learned all the math.” Mono was quite sure there was a lot more to math than adding and subtracting. “But I think I could definitely help with the second thing! I think I can do it. I’m really good at watching people! And I think I could help with coordinating stuff to make sure there’s enough people where they need to be.”
He would still want Tommy to show him the basics of how he liked things to be done, of course, even if he already had a decent idea from watching Tommy since he started working for them.
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"Alright. We'll start training on it tomorrow if you want. I'll get someone to cover the stall if you are down for it."
ANd Tommy hoped he was. He actually could use the help.
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Plus… The challenge would be good. Sometimes Mono found he didn’t have enough to keep him occupied. The kid got bored, and still defaulted to following random people around the city… One of these times it was actually going to get him in trouble.
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"It comes with a minor pay raise, because you're managing more stuff, just so you know."
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“A pay raise? That’s neat. Then I can afford extra treats to share.” Sometimes Illyana’s imps showed up. He was supposed to be a good influence on them… or something… Mostly, he just fed them treats and liked not being alone in the apartment sometimes.
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"Good to hear it. I'll talk to the clothes shop people to make you a new arm band to symbolize the new role."
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It was really important to remember that. To have excuses to take care of Mono and his clothing needs.
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But the kid relaxed to hear that, “Oh! Okay, that’s good then. I really like it, it’s all cozy.” He responded with a little nod, though he realized it was going to get warmer again. “Yeah, I guess the season’s gonna change again, isn’t it? I kinda like that, even if winter was more fun this year since I wasn’t as cold.”
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"Yeah, seasons do that. They change."
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“What time do ya want me to show up to learn the new stuff? Do you want me to work at different times than I have been?” That seemed important to find out, since… Time was weird for Mono.
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With that he took out a hard fruit candy and handed it over.
"Go on, get back out there. Stretch your legs."
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“See you later, Tommy!” And he was off, hopeful to avoid any more old ladies who wanted to pinch his cheeks.