The city outside the shop screamed its usual tune as Vatar wiped down the windows of its daily grime. The fast wind shook the glass, bolstering the vibration from honking horns and loud beat up cars. His day so far had been pretty busy, which was saying a lot compared to how the old man usually had him working anyway. He had been in charge of the register and the forge downstairs by himself for most of the early day and was only recently alleviated with his boss returning.
As usual, his niece was running around cleaning whatever spots he missed and poking at blades that should definitely not be within her reach range but was nothing a matter couldn't fix. Instead of worrying about a child that wasn't in any real danger he focused on his work which if things did go badly the boss man would have his hide....and hair!
The latter scared Vatar more and he scrubbed the windows to mere perfection before dropping the rag back in the bucket and moving it toward the back room where he could dispose of the water later. Surprisingly weapons on Manta Carlos sold very well and little time was left for him to do menial tasks The bell on the door jingled and jangled at a frequent enough pace that he had slowly lost track of the periods between.
Six more hours.
His shift would be up in six more hours but he still had to watch the forge downstairs as the boss took his niece home. They were demons..well at least some of them were. He had no clue as to what exactly he could classify the old man as but all he knew was that his age was pushing several thousand and death seemed like a faraway dream for him to this day.
Vatar knew his life would be long, a couple hundred at most, but thousands seemed like a goal that was not even on the same track.
Mindlessly pondering behind the register for a few moments he felt a leathery hand hit the back of his head.
"Wake up boy! Told you to start sleeping right didn't I!" It was the old man....sadly.
Vatar nodded as he watched the man take a sword from a case and carry it back downstairs,grumbling. The heat of the forge kept the place warm naturally but only when the door was opened did he get reminded of the immense heat he had to bathe himself in for a living.
With a small yawn, he perked up and focused on the door waiting for any and all customers who would stop by " The Hot Ticket" a name to this day the man regretted letting his young children make up.
@Demonicmuffin
As usual, his niece was running around cleaning whatever spots he missed and poking at blades that should definitely not be within her reach range but was nothing a matter couldn't fix. Instead of worrying about a child that wasn't in any real danger he focused on his work which if things did go badly the boss man would have his hide....and hair!
The latter scared Vatar more and he scrubbed the windows to mere perfection before dropping the rag back in the bucket and moving it toward the back room where he could dispose of the water later. Surprisingly weapons on Manta Carlos sold very well and little time was left for him to do menial tasks The bell on the door jingled and jangled at a frequent enough pace that he had slowly lost track of the periods between.
Six more hours.
His shift would be up in six more hours but he still had to watch the forge downstairs as the boss took his niece home. They were demons..well at least some of them were. He had no clue as to what exactly he could classify the old man as but all he knew was that his age was pushing several thousand and death seemed like a faraway dream for him to this day.
Vatar knew his life would be long, a couple hundred at most, but thousands seemed like a goal that was not even on the same track.
Mindlessly pondering behind the register for a few moments he felt a leathery hand hit the back of his head.
"Wake up boy! Told you to start sleeping right didn't I!" It was the old man....sadly.
Vatar nodded as he watched the man take a sword from a case and carry it back downstairs,grumbling. The heat of the forge kept the place warm naturally but only when the door was opened did he get reminded of the immense heat he had to bathe himself in for a living.
With a small yawn, he perked up and focused on the door waiting for any and all customers who would stop by " The Hot Ticket" a name to this day the man regretted letting his young children make up.
@Demonicmuffin
