Wesley was wearing clothing for once. Nothing dress, a simple pair of slacks and a striped shirt that Claire had found (or bought him). Claire had mentioned that going to an interview (if that was what you wanted to call it) naked was odd and socially frowned upon. Wesley would have liked to point out that most people couldn't tell he was naked, but wearing the clothing was easier than fighting.
It felt, to him, like Claire was more nervous about the entire thing than he was. Wesley couldn't figure out why that was -- maybe it was the loss of time together? It was tight, after all, with his inability to stay awake during the day and her other responsibilities, such as work and school.
The Wendigo was all cleaned up, bath, hair combed and twigs picked from his fur. Yeah, he even looked somewhat approachable. Before stepping into Brad's shop, he reached down and nudged Claire's hand with his, grinning at her and showing a mouthful of predatory teeth as a result.
"It'll be good. No matter what happens. You know?"
And then he opened the door to Brad's shop, immediately greeted with the smell of flesh. It was the only scent Wess could pick up with ease. He wanted to stop, close his eyes, and take it all in, let his hunger consume him, but he managed to control himself.
The Wendigo's voice broke when he called out to Brad the first time.
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Claire's heart was pounding. She utterly hated the idea of all of this. Why on earth did Wess even want to consider having a job? Yes, it had been a good excuse to get him all dressed and cleaned-to which he looked very hot-, but this wasn't the reason she wanted. Claire had enough money of her own, money that she would gladly spend on whatever her boyfriend needed. But this? This only meant that they would once again be separated for a longer amount of time. Their time together as it was, seemed to be dwindling in size as their relationship got stronger. She squeezed his hand, pushing all her doubts away with the warmth she got in her heart. "I know, I'm just scared."
The second he opened the doors, Claire regretted everything. The smell was even a bit too strong for her, which only meant that it must have been like a heaven for the Wendigo. "Are you okay?" She gave off a concerned look as she knew that he was sometimes hard to control. After a few seconds of silence, she smirked at his attempt to call out his hopeful employer. "BRAD GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" With that, the wolf girl eyed her mate. "There, see? You just have to be confident honey."
The second he opened the doors, Claire regretted everything. The smell was even a bit too strong for her, which only meant that it must have been like a heaven for the Wendigo. "Are you okay?" She gave off a concerned look as she knew that he was sometimes hard to control. After a few seconds of silence, she smirked at his attempt to call out his hopeful employer. "BRAD GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" With that, the wolf girl eyed her mate. "There, see? You just have to be confident honey."
Oh what a delightful shit show this day was starting to turn into. The nice thing about his shop was no one could see the goings on that took place behind the scenes. The problem with that was when the front desk was left unattended for a while when things weren't looking all that good. Like when the meat grinder decided to jam. The butcher's white coat was stained with blood and tiny specs of meat, an occupational hazard but he was normally not this dirty until the end of the day. But the grinder had jammed and currently he was the only person qualified to fix that problem.
He was just wrapping up when his nose picked up the slight whiff of a customer. No, this was a more familiar scent. He'd become acquainted with a wendigo some time ago, really nice guy. Could use a job and some friends who understood the plight that was being a man eater. There was someone unfamiliar with him though. Female, and from the sound of it looking for him. Of course.
He shed his coat and removed his hat and hairnet before heading out to the front of his shops, "Oh, you two are just adorable. What's brings you two to my little shop?"
He asked as a courtesy though he had a feeling he knew full well why they were there. Someone came in wearing their interview pants.
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@Claire
He was just wrapping up when his nose picked up the slight whiff of a customer. No, this was a more familiar scent. He'd become acquainted with a wendigo some time ago, really nice guy. Could use a job and some friends who understood the plight that was being a man eater. There was someone unfamiliar with him though. Female, and from the sound of it looking for him. Of course.
He shed his coat and removed his hat and hairnet before heading out to the front of his shops, "Oh, you two are just adorable. What's brings you two to my little shop?"
He asked as a courtesy though he had a feeling he knew full well why they were there. Someone came in wearing their interview pants.
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@Claire
Claire's version of confidence and Wess' version didn't match up at all. Where Wess' was firm and quiet, Claire's was obnoxious and loud. That was why they fit well together. Opposites who complimented each other's strengths and covered each other's weaknesses. Wess was sure there was a fair number of times he was a pain in her ass, but he couldn't imagine life without her.
Claire's 'confidence' was enough to have Wess grinning and relaxed by the time Brad stepped out to meet them. Wesley smelled the gore on him, and it was enough to have the Wendigo wanting to lunge. Somehow, he managed to shove the instinct down and step forward to meet Brad and offer him a hand to shake (that was still the appropriate thing to do, right?).
"Er, job?" Wesley said, being his usual awkward self. "I'm here for a job interview, I mean." He mentally kicked himself. "I remember you offered that awhile ago... Do you still have a position available?"
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The blood all over the butcher didn't surprise Claire; it was the other stuff that made her entire body shiver meekly. She pushed her other arms away from her crimson mantle, trying to get out of her enclosed shell. Claire was trying to be more sociable and allow Wesley to follow whatever dreams he wanted to, but ti was hard. It was so difficult, to have the only constant in your life slowly be taken away from her. All of this just really sucked. With a bite of her lower lip, she stayed confidently by her boyfriend's side. "Please say that it isn't too late. He wouldn't stop bitching about it."
"Of course it's not too late," the shark man waved his hand dismissively, "it's never too late when I extend an offer. Besides I had a feeling you'd be in sooner or later.
He took a moment to study Wess's lady friend. She was cute, reasonably aggressive considering the Wendigo's ore gentle nature. She wasn't carnivorous like he and Wess were though. Whenever he generally went about meeting people that was always one thing he'd attempt to gauge. It was certainly something easier to do at Jack's. The smell was probably off putting for her. Focusing back to Wess he'd probably make for a decent front end clerk for the time being.
"Well I highly doubt you're squeamish and there's no way you can't lift a minimum of thirty pounds," he skipped over his initial two questions, opting to hop into the other questions.
"So just what kinds of skills do you have Mr. Wendigo?"
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@Claire
He took a moment to study Wess's lady friend. She was cute, reasonably aggressive considering the Wendigo's ore gentle nature. She wasn't carnivorous like he and Wess were though. Whenever he generally went about meeting people that was always one thing he'd attempt to gauge. It was certainly something easier to do at Jack's. The smell was probably off putting for her. Focusing back to Wess he'd probably make for a decent front end clerk for the time being.
"Well I highly doubt you're squeamish and there's no way you can't lift a minimum of thirty pounds," he skipped over his initial two questions, opting to hop into the other questions.
"So just what kinds of skills do you have Mr. Wendigo?"
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@Claire
Wess gave Claire a look when she mentioned he had been bitching. Wess had been worried, but that was understandable in this situation. His face flushed as he met Brad's eyes and stood a little taller.
Wess couldn't recall the one other interview he'd had in his life, over thirty years ago. "I have these," he held up his hand to display strong claws. "I'm quick too, can hold my breath for twelve minutes, but I don't think that would come in handy at a butcher shop unless I didn't like the smell."
Wesley toed the ground a little, looking at it as he did so. "Honestly, Mr. Davis, I don't hava lot of experience with jobs or skills beyond that forest and huntin'. I'm wide awake at night, so I could do night shifts or graveyard shifts. Not a lot unnerves me, and I'm a pretty quick learner."
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For Claire, there wasn't a real reason as to why she had to be there. Yes, she was supporting her boyfriend and offering whatever type of support he needed, but she of course didn't have to. Wess wanted to be a freer man and as much as she hated it, Claire needed to accept that as best she could. It was simply another bump in their relationship that she would have to tough there. Of course, the excitement that had for this only made her feel happier that she had come along. No way was she going to let Wess walk away without fulfilling his goals. But this dude, that was the problem. There was something about him that made Claire's senses tingle, like he was some weird poison. Then again, she does get that way with just about everyone.
Her nose wasn't overly bothered by the smell, but it was a lot stronger than any she had smelt in a while. A fresh, lingering feeling of death clung to her; Claire was just glad that she wasn't working there. "All in all, he's a good worker and he's loyal." Her eyes closed, as if she was annoyed to be saying positive things about him so openly. "He may not be the best fit but I'm sure he would enjoy to get out of the forest and away from me for at least a few hours at a time." Wess had a lot to offer, which was why she was doing the best she could to ensure he was happy. The wolf girl's eyes opened, half glaring at the other man. "Not that my opinion matters all that much. I've just seen it first hand."
Her nose wasn't overly bothered by the smell, but it was a lot stronger than any she had smelt in a while. A fresh, lingering feeling of death clung to her; Claire was just glad that she wasn't working there. "All in all, he's a good worker and he's loyal." Her eyes closed, as if she was annoyed to be saying positive things about him so openly. "He may not be the best fit but I'm sure he would enjoy to get out of the forest and away from me for at least a few hours at a time." Wess had a lot to offer, which was why she was doing the best she could to ensure he was happy. The wolf girl's eyes opened, half glaring at the other man. "Not that my opinion matters all that much. I've just seen it first hand."
The shark man leaned against the counter, listening to both of them and nodding. Mostly he was looking to hear the words "not squeamish". Everything else could be trained easily enough. Wess was built like a fine predator and could probably bring down most of the creatures that roamed around in the forest, or an unsuspecting human. Cutting meat was a little different from just generic hunting in the woods.
He was going to respond when he noticed movement on the counter out of the corner of his eye. Eddy, the service bell seemed to have woken up from his nap. Oh this was just swell, he watched as the shrunken head glanced around, taking in the current situation. Normally he would just make some grumpy ramblings and stare any customers down. Wess and Claire weren't customers Bradley was just standing around. He started laying into them in fluent Dutch no less.
Bradley found himself looking from the ranting shrunken head to the two standing before him. Periodically he'd nod or shake his head.
"I'm not telling them that, Eddy," he said firmly. before the head protested some more. There was a baffled yet amused expression on the store owner's face. "No! Oh my god. That's his girlfriend, she can't do better because you're not better! Every time! You do this every- you don't even have a dick and that tongue is as shriveled and dry as your head! There is nothing sexually appealing about you, this is why you're a service bell," he threw his hands up in the air.
And then back to the current business as if none of that happened, "Well many of our customers are in fact nocturnal, I'm assuming you can start in a week. I'll give you a call. Actually, do you have a number I can rea-," he was interrupted by more rantings from the bell. "Look here you son of a bitch, if you don't stop it's gonna be Wess as employee of this month and your perfect record will DIE!" he snapped.
"Sorry about that, so contact info," he said once again smiling pleasantly.
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He was going to respond when he noticed movement on the counter out of the corner of his eye. Eddy, the service bell seemed to have woken up from his nap. Oh this was just swell, he watched as the shrunken head glanced around, taking in the current situation. Normally he would just make some grumpy ramblings and stare any customers down. Wess and Claire weren't customers Bradley was just standing around. He started laying into them in fluent Dutch no less.
Bradley found himself looking from the ranting shrunken head to the two standing before him. Periodically he'd nod or shake his head.
"I'm not telling them that, Eddy," he said firmly. before the head protested some more. There was a baffled yet amused expression on the store owner's face. "No! Oh my god. That's his girlfriend, she can't do better because you're not better! Every time! You do this every- you don't even have a dick and that tongue is as shriveled and dry as your head! There is nothing sexually appealing about you, this is why you're a service bell," he threw his hands up in the air.
And then back to the current business as if none of that happened, "Well many of our customers are in fact nocturnal, I'm assuming you can start in a week. I'll give you a call. Actually, do you have a number I can rea-," he was interrupted by more rantings from the bell. "Look here you son of a bitch, if you don't stop it's gonna be Wess as employee of this month and your perfect record will DIE!" he snapped.
"Sorry about that, so contact info," he said once again smiling pleasantly.
@Claire @Foxy
Wess' eyes widened (something hard to notice with his physiology) when Eddy took to yelling at him and Claire in fluent Dutch. Wess had never heard the language before. He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward a hint to better inspect the shrunken head, which he hadn't noticed up until this point.
He reached out as if to touch Eddy, but stopped himself once the shrunken head let out a string of (admittingly innovative) curses in English.
Wesley giggled before turning his full attention on Brad. When asked about his contact information, he looked to Claire to supply the answer. Wess lived in the forest. He had no contact information, yet. He knew Claire owned a dorm, if not a home of her own.
"My control ain't the best," Wess admitted, "I can handle it out here pretty good, but I might get too hungry back there." He gave a nod to the door leading to the backroom.
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