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Characters: Recette and Tear
Format: whatevs
This log is: closed
Location: Recette's store
Summary: Reunited and it feels so good~
Warnings: Cavities

Tear finally found Rakette, shaking her head at the name. The name in Pensee had been much better. What was it again? Drat. She felt like another word suited better. But 'drat' would have to do. Confound these stolen memories.

Tear let herself in to the shop, and flew toward the counter. "Recette!" she called. "Are you here?"

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"Coming!" Recette had apparently been upstairs, because there was the ratatat-tat of shoes on wooden stais before the girl herself appeared behind the counter. "Welcome t--"

Blink.

Blink blink.

"Huhwha-- Tear?!"

"Recette, you know you're supposed to be behind the counter at all times when the store is open." No, this fairy was not worried about her human child business partner, not at all. But she is rather obviously relieved to see her. "What have you been doing here?"

"Eheheh. But the mayor called, and I'd left my PDA upstairs..." Which was no excuse to Tear, but maybe she'd understand later.

Wait. Tear was actually here. In Rakuen. In a brief flash of panic, Recette realised she had no records or financial folders at all. Anywhere. All of the receipts just ended up in a drawer beneath the counter and the system took care of the rest.

Yikes, Tear was going to kill her. The thought forestalled the inevitable squishing hug by a few precious minutes. Or seconds. "Er, I've been running this shop! Do you like it, Tear?"

The kind of "understanding" she would get came in the form of no further lectures. For now.

But Tear allowed the squishing hug. She was glad to see Recette too. Even though she didn't say as much. "It's nice. It looks like some of my lectures sunk in, after all." She finally took a moment to assess the store, and it was quite nice. A fixed price system seemed inconvenient when it came to maximizing profits. Of course, that depended on when or if there were fluctuations on the wholesale prices.

"Where are the ledgers?" Right to business, as always, Tear.

Hugging Tear was a bit like hugging a doll, in that she was always a little worried she'd mess up her hair or her wings or her clothes. Or her temper. At least dolls didn't get mad at you for hugging them, but Tear... well. Recette still beamed at her. It was great that Tear liked the shop, after all, 'cause they'd be running it together from now on! Yep.

And then the ledgers comment.

"Er, the ledgers. Yep! I'll just. Um. Get those."

Fortunately, Tear was very good at managing her own wings to keep them from getting mangled. She fluttered a bit up out of Recette's line of sight. "You don't have them, do you?"

"Um. No... But they were so difficult to manage... and the last shopkeeper wrote them all in his language, so I couldn't read'em at all."

Yeah those weren't going to cut any ice but SHE WAS GOING TO TRY.

She sighed in her typical long-suffering way. "I guess I have to start over. Are there at least any receipts?"

The opening of a seemingly bottomless drawer of receipts was her answer. Luckily, there were only about fifty or so in there. "Yeppers! I kept'em all, just in case-- um, does this mean you're gonna help me again?"

"I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I?" She wondered how Recette was so talented in keeping her around. If she didn't know better, she'd think the girl was doing this on purpose.

"Really? Yayifications!" Accidentally forcing fairies to work for you via supreme and painful disorganisation: level up. Time to get the employee register and scrawl her name on it.

She sighed again, and landed on the edge of the drawer. "Do you at least have any blanks so I can get started?"

"Umm... I think they're in that drawer over there." She pointed vaguely with the end of her pen, and then went back to laboriously filling out the information section, "Hey, Tear? Which school are you in?"

"Conquest," she replied. She tugged the drawer open and retrieved what she needed. She would be considered surprisingly capable by someone that didn't know her very well. "Are these people serious about this fighting nonsense? That sort of thing is meant to be reserved for dungeons." It was just rude to start a scuffle in a place like the town square or the market.

"Dunno, Rakuen's kinda like one big dungeon sometimes!" She thought about it, "An' the fighting's okay if you don't challenge the tough ones... Aww, it's gonna be hard for you, isn't it? I hope they don't pick you too soon."

She opened the notebook, and took up a pencil that looked far too large for her. "Recette, can you order fairy size pencils," she added idly. She set the pencil to the paper and stopped. She had no idea what she was doing. She should, though. She did this every day, didn't she? Who did she work for again? "Drat," she muttered. She got a little dizzy, and a headache came up around the edges.

"Recette..." She struggled to stay afloat, but she dropped onto the countertop with a light thack.

"Waah!" Oh no, she'd totally forgotten! If Tear had just arrived, she was still missing all those things. She was nowhere near fast enough to catch the fairy as she fell, but luckily Tear was small and light. She didn't look like she'd been hurt by the fall.

She needed to make sure Tear wasn't flying around when she remembered stuff... Poor Tear. She gathered her friend up after a careful poke, and placed her in one of the empty drawers on top of a few folded school skirts. It'd be weird to have a fairy unconscious on the counter, right?

"Tear, are you awake?" She could wait if not.

After a few moments, she came around again. "What was that?" she adjusted her glasses on her face. Why was she wearing these again? Oh drat, that headache just got worse. She rubbed her temple. "I tried to start that ledger and I just got dizzy..."

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