Saburouta "San-chan" Bandou (
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Pay your respects to the bar.
[ Perhaps it would have been better to just stay out of the kitchen. He didn't really need to go in there for anything, anyway. He could have just asked Kusanagi-san for a glass of water at the bar. But why bother him if he could just get it himself?
At least that's what he thought would be the better decision as he went in to check if there was a chilled pitcher in the fridge. He found one, but turning to reach for the cabinet door to find a glass, he met an obstruction. A very fragile and precisely stacked obstruction. ]
Ah shit--!!
[ First there was the shattering sound of the water pitcher, and then a larger crash was heard. Bandou cringed as he watched the tray of freshly washed wine glasses fall to the concrete floor, almost in slow motion. He nervously looked towards the doorway. If he could clean this up fast enough, then things would be fine. He could just claim the sound was his ringtone or something. Yeah, that would work.
Unfortunately for Bandou, the broom and dustpan wasn't within sight, probably sitting behind the bar or in the utility closet. So in a frenzy, he pulled his hat off his head and attempted to sweep up the mess as best, and as fast as he could. ]
At least that's what he thought would be the better decision as he went in to check if there was a chilled pitcher in the fridge. He found one, but turning to reach for the cabinet door to find a glass, he met an obstruction. A very fragile and precisely stacked obstruction. ]
Ah shit--!!
[ First there was the shattering sound of the water pitcher, and then a larger crash was heard. Bandou cringed as he watched the tray of freshly washed wine glasses fall to the concrete floor, almost in slow motion. He nervously looked towards the doorway. If he could clean this up fast enough, then things would be fine. He could just claim the sound was his ringtone or something. Yeah, that would work.
Unfortunately for Bandou, the broom and dustpan wasn't within sight, probably sitting behind the bar or in the utility closet. So in a frenzy, he pulled his hat off his head and attempted to sweep up the mess as best, and as fast as he could. ]
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Unfortunately, it seemed that the few minutes he was gone was enough to have one of them break something.
Freezing in place, Izumo's eyes zeroed in on the entrance leading to the kitchen, the sound of glass shattering echoing in his ears. He blinked once, twice, and then made his way into the kitchen, somewhat praying his mind was only playing tricks on him.
Only to find out it wasn't, and he's seeing Bandou hastily cleaning the mess with his hat, and Izumo takes the moment to see the damage.
And he is not happy, so he clears his throat loud enough to make his presence known.]
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At this point, Bandou could care less about any cuts he's getting on his hand. There's so much glass and his hat is nearly full. He scrambles to his feet, hoping to get to the trash can fast enough to go back and clean up more when he hears was he was dreading most - the shock of which causes him to drop his hat, spilling out half of what he'd already cleaned. ]
Eh?!
[ He freezes. And even though you can't see his eyes, it's blatantly obvious that he's terrified of what might happen next. ]
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Izumo takes a step inside, eyes darting to the mess before darting over to Bandou's injured hand.
He keeps the smile on his face, though.] What have you been doing? [And what did he tell you about entering the kitchen?]
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I just wanted some water! That's it! Oh god I'm sorry!
[ And he's clasping his hands together and bowing in apology. Maybe if he shows how sorry he is, then he'll survive this! 'Cept that being so loud in the process probably isn't helping. ]
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Not even a budge.
And he raises an eyebrow at the sudden noise level.] What did I tell ya about going inta the kitchen?
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I wasn't trying to break things!! I'll never come in here again, I swear!!
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Lower your tone, Bandou. Or d'ya wanna have another talk? [Best obey him.] Get those cuts on your hand treated, then you're gonna clean up this mess.
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[ It comes out all too quickly at the mention of the talk. But he quickly hushes himself. ]
eh, I mean... n-no.
[ At the last bit, he looks down at his hand. He was in such a frantic state that the stinging in his hand hadn't fully processed. It looks pretty bad, too. Lots of tiny cuts and a decent amount of blood. He winces at the sight of it. ]
Y-yeah ok. I'll clean it all up.
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Izumo is already dreading everything, but he's already thinking of the best way for Bandou to repay him.
And he's not going to let him escape either.]
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Eventually he comes back, his hand decorated with a few bandages. He'd been silently hoping Kusanagi-san had gone back out to the bar and he could just quickly sweep things up better and get out of there. But of course his luck wasn't that good.
Peeking around the corner, he sees Kusanagi-san still standing right where he'd left him and he curses quietly under his breath. ]
damnit...
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That smile is on his face again as he beckons the younger over with a wave of his hand. In his other hand, he's holding the broom and the dustpan.
He's dealt with Bandou long enough to know he's planning on doing a quick sweep before high tailing out of there, something Izumo's not going to let go this time.] While you're cleaning this up, I got something t' tell ya.
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Ah...
[ He awkwardly rubs at the back of his head before taking the offered broom with his uninjured hand. ]
What's that then?
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A bit of a pause, simply to add in a bit of effect, before that smile is back on his face.] You're gonna sweep the bar everyday in return for breaking not only the water pitcher, but the wine glasses, too.
[He places a hand on Bandou's shoulder.]
After all, ya gotta repay me somehow, right?
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Ok! Ok yeah, I'll do that no problem! Whatever you want!
[ Just please don't grab him by the face again and slam him against the bar! ]
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Oh, I'll be inspecting your work, too. So if ya so much as try ta lessen your workload or slack off, your punishment will get worse. [And if he so much as hears you complain, Bandou will get to say hello to the bar again.
But with much more pain, this time.] Do I make myself clear?
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[ Bandou bites hit tongue, trying not to say anything that could get him into more trouble. And gripping the broom as gently as he can with his injured hand, begins to sweep the mess up. ]
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However, as quick as he left, he's back, checking the progress.]
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He gives a soft hum of approval, eyes darting over to Bandou.] How's your hand? [Because while Izumo can be a tyrant when it comes to his bar, he's not that mean to make someone keep working if an injury is bothersome.]
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It stings. But it's fine, I guess.
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Great. Then ya can start sweeping in the bar. Make sure ya get every crumb and dust mite.
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Every single one? Is that even possible??
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O'course 's possible. But ya might have your work cut out for ya. Kamamoto brought some snacks and the guys left crumbs around the bar. If ya manage ta make it spotless before it reaches high noon, then ya can get the rest o'the day off.
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[ Bandou immediately reaches into his pocket for his PDA. Only to give a horrified look because it is way too close to noon already! ]
Shit...
[ And with that he practically bolts out of the kitchen, almost tripping over himself in his haste. ]
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He'd be lying if he said he didn't find any amusement in this, but seeing Bandou running out is funny.
Shaking his head, Izumo double checks the kitchen once more to make sure nothing was out of place and all of the glass was properly disposed of. Once satisfied, he goes out to the front, taking out a cigarette in the process.] Make sure it's spotless!
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[ But he's sweeping in a frenzy. Moving chairs out of the way in a manner that might inflict scratches on the floor, and casting angry looks at any of the guys who were already there, teasing him over the situation he'd gotten himself into. ]
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He sees everything.]
I got the icons up, did you see?
Damnit. I wasn't trying to break things...this is stupid.
I did! Thank you so much for them!
It's a good way of letting Bandou some freedom without being watched obsessively by the barkeep.
However, Izumo isn't that mean. So when noon comes, Izumo claps his hands together to get Bandou's attention.]
No prob, also don't feel obligated to use them, just wanted to share since I had so many.
Ah! Damnit...
Alright. I actually have little Izumo icons, so more is always welcome c:
He raises an eyebrow.] How's the cleaning going?
enjoy them if you decide to use them then :)
nnngh...good. I think I got everything.
I will <3
When he doesn't see anything that stands out to him, he nods.] Alright, ya did a good job. Go get some ice for your head, if it hurts; otherwise, you're free ta go.
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But instead he gets praise! Which really isn't something he gets often, unless you count Shouhei. ]
Really?
[ He gets a stupid grin on his face, ego inflating just a bit from that. ]
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For now, he won't let that ego deflate. For now.] But if ya go inta the kitchen without my permission again, you're gonna be work here for a month and clean everything — no breaks.
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No, no I'll stay out! Promise!
[ He's glad to be getting out of this situation so easily. ]
But uh, could I get a drink at the bar?
[ He never quite got that glass of water, to begin with. Better ask permission this time. ]
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Just one drink, though.
[He heads behind the bar to get Bandou a glass of water.] Just try not to break the glass.
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You're not gonna make me actually pay for the glasses, are you?
[ Cleaning would be annoying, but it'd better than giving up his measly paycheck. Or a few of them. Those glasses were probably more expensive than they needed to be. ]
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Though, at the question, he raises an eyebrow.] D'ya want ta pay for 'em? Those were all imports, so they'll cost a fortune.
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No! Of course not!
[ Damn it, why'd he even ask? ]
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He smiles.]
O'course, if ya insist on paying it, I'll have no problem with it at all either.
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N-no! I can hardly pay for my crappy apartment, as it is!!
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Then don't ask next time, otherwise I'll really make ya pay for it.
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[ He finishes his water, being super careful with the glass as he slides it to Kusanagi. Then he hops off the seat and wanders over to the other guys. A few of them are still snickering at him getting punished and, of course, he can't help but yell at them to shut up. ]
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If the boys (or Bandou) starts to get too loud, he'll tell them to quiet down so he can talk properly.]