[Open] He didn't ask for this

[silentnarration]

WHO: Squall + you?
WHAT: There's a little bird named Boko. Also setting up for Premium Foods drama.
WHERE: Dorms + Premium Foods
WHEN: August 2 onward
WARNINGS: Shady and terrible retail working conditions?

A) Chasing after a bird (Dorms - August 2 and the week following that)
After the confusion that is waking up to a tiny chocobo delivery at his door and discovering Nida's aversion to chocobos in general, Squall is now having a wonderful time trying to figure out what to do with a chicobo.

Spoilers: He has no freaking clue.

Fun fact 1: Boko does not like being indoors.
Fun fact 2: He is very good at escaping.

So there is a barely knee-high yellow bird stalking you today, pecking at your shins, jumping onto the communal kitchen counter, blocking your view of the TV, being cute and making noises along the lines of 'wark' and 'kweh'. Quickly followed by a tall exasperated teenager rushing in to snatch up the bird, muttering something along the lines of "No!" or "Sorry." and awkwardly holding the struggling bird.

Sometimes Boko just breaks free or dodges and there's a chase scene. Squall is not having a good start to the month.


B) Premium Foods is evil (Aug 2) - Setting up! Feel free to skip to the tag options.
Thanks to Boko's surprise appearance, Squall is late for work for the first time that month. An action that will prove to be a bigger problem than expected as his supervisor walks up to him while he's working on cashier lane 5. The conversation is quiet but there's a sense of growing annoyance from the way Squall frowns at him.

Squall shoves the cashier box shut with a satisfying whoosh of rattling coins and metal.

"I quit." His contract is up tomorrow anyway.

"If that's how you feel, we'll be in touch with our lawyers." The supervisor continues to look smug. The explanation that follows along the lines of Squall violating the contract by being late, Premium Foods requiring compensation for the alleged loss of revenue in that time, and the stupid amount they could sue Squall for over it.

Squall goes deathly quiet and turns off the light to his counter to close the lane. "I'm going to count the stock," he announces and walks off, ignoring the passive aggressive complaints from the customers who are waiting.

B1) Angry stocking
Squall can be found in one of the aisles moving items around, squeezing them too tightly, and slamming them down with way more force than necessary. He's lost in his thoughts until a particularly hard slam of a bottle sends ketchup flying everywhere.

Hopefully no one's nearby to catch that.

B2) Angry trashing
Clean up, throwing out expired stock... They're an occasional part of his duties. It's while he's hauling the last giant bag of trash into the dumpster on the far side of the store that the bag rips.

Squall just stares at the mess by his feet and very pointedly kicks the dumpster hard enough to leave a slight dent. He seriously just wants to go home, and he's not talking about the dorms.

((OOC: I forgot to add but Premium Foods is basically a high-end grocery chain that's about as snobbish as it gets.))

Comments

B1

[helpdesk_hero]

Listen, it wasn't often that David got lucky when things were going sideways. But this time he's okay, able to dodge before the bottle blows, and frankly, given he's in good slacks, he relaxes. And he sighs. Sighs and looks around. Before finally fishing the roll of paper towels out of his basket and tearing it open. The wrapper goes neatly back into his basket so he can still pay for it later, and he starts taking paper towels off to help clean up.

"Bad day?" he asks, voice soft. Just let him be nice here.

Closed to Nida

[silentnarration]

Even for an early riser, it's way too early for that knock on the door. A polite knock but persistent. Squall groans quietly and turns to the other side, curling the pillow over his head until he can't take it anymore.

He sits up and presses a hand to his forehead to gather his focus, sighing when the knocking continues.

"I'll get it," he mutters, figuring Nida is awake by now too.

There's no one at the door.

But there is a bundle of familiar yellow fluff giving Squall a cheerful 'wark' before waddling right between his feet and towards his roommate, attempting to hop right onto his lap.

"Boko?!" The hell?

Angry stocking

[firacrux]

Having missed the highly unprofessional treatment earlier that day, as he'd not gone to the store just yet, Seifer was surprised to walk around the aisle just in time to witness a ketchup explosion. Thankfully he wasn't close enough to get splattered. Instead just watch Squall and smirk at it.

"Bad day?"

He asked as he made his way over to scrutinize the mess. Yup. This job is absolutely infuriating Squall. It's kind of hilarious in a way. Hilarious, and mildly annoying. Annoying Squall is his job damn it.

Chasing after a bird

[bravers]

[Some things in his life, it seemed, were fated. Weirdness, for sure. Having to deal with other people's bullshit? Absolutely. Getting shot at and stabbed?, more common than not. An affinity with cute, yellow birds? ...More of a Thing than he'd care to admit.

He's just about finished showering and stepped out of the communal bathroom (clothed. Fully clothed, because he's not an idiot and he takes his stuff inside with him) when there's the sound of heavy, thick-soled boots bounding down the hallway as well as the pitter-patter of tiny, clawed bird feet just before it.

...The smell of a baby chocobo is about that of a fully grown one- potent- and his eyebrows furrow at such a sensation. Here, of all places? Wait, what?

He turns his head just in time to see the tiny chickobo give a loud 'kweh!' and literally leap into his arms.

And he eyes Squall- who (hopefully) would come to a halt from his chase before he knocks the pair of them over.

He's silent.
But his expression says it all, his head tilted slightly, even as the tiny bird is nuzzling it. His eyes are practically glowing with curiosity.

Finally, he speaks.]

...Where'd you find it?

A) Birb meet birb.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim has never seen a chocobo before, and has no idea what he's looking at as it hops across the kitchen counter to investigate his sandwich. It's obviously a bird, but it's not one he recognizes, and so he has no idea if bread is going to be good or bad for it. He put his hand over the top of his food before it can get too interested.

"Not bird food. Probably."

He nods in greeting to Squall as he comes running in after the bird. "Friend of yours?"