No Zoomies Zone

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WHO: Squall and Pietro
WHAT: Just two coworkers hanging out
WHERE: Premium Foods
WHEN: Sep 24
WARNINGS: None except shitty workplaces


After making multiple careless mistakes while working the cashier upon his return last week, Squall has been unceremoniously booted to stock shelves for a while. He gets this task every so often even when he wasn't recovering from a head injury but the boring repetition is grating on his nerves today.

He's feeling a lot better though. His reflexes and thought processes are practically back to normal barring a few hiccups. Not that he wants to go back to dealing with customers as a cashier either.

He hates this job.

He slams a can of sardines down on the shelf. The can survives. There's a resounding metallic thud and a rather obvious dent.

"Shit."

He really should learn not to take his anger out on the shelving units and products.

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[soundspeed]

This isn’t exactly Pietro’s ideal job either, but he lucked out in the “not dealing with customers” category. All for the best, really - Pietro’s got a sassy mouth and little patience, and the snooty types who shop here don’t tolerate backtalk.

But it’s not the worst job. Superhuman speed gets the work done quickly, which management types always like. Stocking shelves in the back gives him something to do.

Now if only he didn’t have this slowpoke in his way ...

“Are you going to finish with those shelves today,” he asks, zipping around Squall, “or is next month better for you?”

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Squall requested for stocking initially. He really wishes they had kept him on it, but no he's 'too pretty to hide in the back', apparently. Whatever that means.

He's heard of the newcomer, thinks he's seen him around the dorms? Maybe. He tries to keep an eye on the people there but sometimes he's too lost in his own problems to notice.

He scowls.

"Aren't you working on the other aisle?"