[ His courier sure does have animal ears -- animal ears that continue to swivel and twitch, casting about warily for any sounds as Gen follows after Bondrewd into that incredibly creepy warehouse. It's not like he's completely blind to what a sketchy situation this is, but at the same time, his pride won't permit him to admit he feels at all threatened by this situation.
He's just finishing off a job. Nothing's going to happen, right? This guy's just a fucking weirdo, but as long as he gets his package, then nothing will happen.
Probably. ]
I'm fine. [ He's snapped out of his cautious considerations and back into the moment by the mere insinuation that he's faltering -- 'poor thing', what the hell -- and huffs an indignant noise as he digs through his pockets for the waybill. ] Yeah, there's glass, it's been clinking in there the whole time I was bringing it over.
[ Paper crinkles as he unfolds the waybill to squint at the writing there. ]
... I think it's your system. [ Whatever it is. ] Here.
[ He shoves the piece of paper into Bondrewd's chest before striding over to the indicated desk, turning around so he can slowly lower the harness' contents to sit on its surface. The soft sound of glass clinking from within can be heard with the movement, though it's notably muffled; for all his shitty attitude, Gen at least knows to do his job properly, and he's taken the care to ensure his cargo's been properly packaged and transported without any danger of breakage. Buckles click and leather creaks as Gen eases himself out of the harness with a sigh of relief, then turns around to begin unpacking Bondrewd's precious delivery. ]
I'm putting everything here, so once you've confirmed that -- [ his voice breaks with a hoarse crackle, and Gen clears his throat, brow furrowed. His gaze flickers towards the pitcher of water on the shelf behind Bondrewd, though of course he's not about to ask for any of it. Another clear of the throat before he continues brusquely: ] ... once you've confirmed everything's been delivered without damage, just sign the form and I'll be on my way.
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He's just finishing off a job. Nothing's going to happen, right? This guy's just a fucking weirdo, but as long as he gets his package, then nothing will happen.
Probably. ]
I'm fine. [ He's snapped out of his cautious considerations and back into the moment by the mere insinuation that he's faltering -- 'poor thing', what the hell -- and huffs an indignant noise as he digs through his pockets for the waybill. ] Yeah, there's glass, it's been clinking in there the whole time I was bringing it over.
[ Paper crinkles as he unfolds the waybill to squint at the writing there. ]
... I think it's your system. [ Whatever it is. ] Here.
[ He shoves the piece of paper into Bondrewd's chest before striding over to the indicated desk, turning around so he can slowly lower the harness' contents to sit on its surface. The soft sound of glass clinking from within can be heard with the movement, though it's notably muffled; for all his shitty attitude, Gen at least knows to do his job properly, and he's taken the care to ensure his cargo's been properly packaged and transported without any danger of breakage. Buckles click and leather creaks as Gen eases himself out of the harness with a sigh of relief, then turns around to begin unpacking Bondrewd's precious delivery. ]
I'm putting everything here, so once you've confirmed that -- [ his voice breaks with a hoarse crackle, and Gen clears his throat, brow furrowed. His gaze flickers towards the pitcher of water on the shelf behind Bondrewd, though of course he's not about to ask for any of it. Another clear of the throat before he continues brusquely: ] ... once you've confirmed everything's been delivered without damage, just sign the form and I'll be on my way.