"Hah…no new uploads?..." Sora sighs as she scrolls on her phone.
She's currently working part time as the Cashier of Angel 24…which is completely barren of people, sans her.
This might be because the store is in a horrible location, might be, might be.
Though that may be a blessing for the 13-year-old Sora, she gets paid and doesn't have to engage with any rude customers? Brilliant, she may just secure that bread without too much work.
*May* just secure that bag.
The door chime rings, sending Sora into a panic to put away her phone and appear professional, she quickly straightens her hair out and stands a little taller on the stool she uses to not be dwarfed by the countertop.
"Damn, that's an eighthead." A distinctly male voice mutters.
Sora perks up at the (seemingly) familiar voice, I mean, who else in this city is male and comes to this store?
She sees…not Sensei. That's definitely not Sensei, but it's also not a dog, it's still an animal though. At least that's what Sora thinks.
It's a humanoid wearing a long brown jacket with a feathered mask covering their entire head, or maybe that's just their head? She doesn't know.
"Angel 24? Fuck type of name is that? What y'all got in this bitch?" He says.
Sora takes some time to formulate a response.
"Could you…do you have to speak like that?...uh, we're called Angel 24 because we're open 24/7…" The man doesn't speak, Sora starts to blush out of embarrassment. "We're a general convenience store?"
The man takes a few seconds to speak again.
"General Convenience? So this is just Walmart? Lemme peep.." He walks off after saying that.
Sora watches him walk into the back of the store, idly noticing the strange shoewear he has. Yeezy? She's never heard of that brand.
She patiently waits as she hears him rustle around in the back, mentally preparing herself in case he has a problem, after a minute the man walks back to the counter empty handed. Sora mentally sighs.
"I need a carton of milk…with no lactose." The man says.
"Milk…uh…I'm pretty sure milk can't not have lactose sir." Sora shakily replies.
"Tch,they really just hire anybody to work here."
"Sir, I'm sorry if-"
"If y'all don't get me a carton of milk…with noLACTOSE-"
The man's voice raises at that word. It's loud enough to make Sora flinch from the noise.
"I'm not going to pay for it, understand?"
"I.-.I can see if we have some in the back?" Sora points a finger at the back of the store, she just really doesn't want to be here.
"Hurry it up then, I parked in the handicapped spot. You take too long and you cost me a band? Some skrill?... we really gon have a little situation"
Sora takes the cue and immediately goes over to the back of the store and to the dairy isle, she scans the dairy products available and finds only standard milk cartons.
She panics and scans again before finding a…bag? Bag of milk? It's lactose free though-
A mental facepalm follows, she said to that mans face that lactose free milk doesn't exist…
She takes it and hurries back to the counter. The man is still there waiting. She hops onto the stool and plops the milk bag onto the counter.
"This is all we h-"
"The fuck is this? A bag? I asked fo- do you think I'm from the 6?"
"The six? Sir, this is still lactose free."
"Are you dense? I don't care if it's free. Give me milk…That'sNotBAGGED UP."
Sora covers her ears from the cacophony. Once the ringing dissipates, she stops and raises her hands up in a placating manner.
"If you need anything else then I'm sure we might have it?" She dons a shaky smile as she says that.
"Fuckass anime character, y'all service industry employees ain't shit." The man takes a moment to think before continuing. "If this is really Walmart th-"
"We're not..Walmart? This is Angel 2-."
"Buddy, what type of store is this? You don't got no milk, no shoes no nothing. Y'all must be storing drugs."
"We do have medic- Drugs?! We're not selling anything like that! We're a convenience store!"
"I ain't gettin' nooo type of convenience from this store, I'm really 'boutta file a complaint."
"Why?!"
"Cause y'all don't got what I want?"
"You…can't file a complaint for that? I mean, I can order some but it'll take a while to get here, please don't file a complaint I need this job. This is the only place that'll hire me!"
"You ought to go back to ABC…preschool."
"I'm thirteen!"
"Make a different store then if you're going to be fucking it up this bad. Go open a shoe store or something."
The man sighs.
"Man fuck it, I don't even need cereal. I'm going to go hit up the nearest Walmart." The man walks out of the store, but not before saying. "I'll say the same thing, milk wit no lactose? That joke will hit."
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Out in the parking lot.
Baku exits Angel 21 after running out of things to bullshit with.
He walks to his parked car and finds…
"What, a ticket? I was in there for like 2 minutes."
Right on the windshield of his Nissan GTR.
"15,000…what is that? ¥? Where the hell am I that they've got some shit like this? This is America, this parking ticket is straight bogus."
He tears the ticket off and looks on the back for how to pay it.
"Issued by an officer of the…Community Safety Bureau? That ain't no damn police force I've heard of."
He takes out his Iphone 8 and searches up where the nearest police station is.
"Valkyrie Police Academy? The fuck? A scho- these bitches are just making up reasons to steal some bread off me."
If there's anything Baku isn't taking lying down, it's somebody trying to fuck with him.
"That interrogator ain't here this time, I'm going to fuck up the whole police station if they don't rescind this damn ticket."