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homralings2015-10-08 07:57 pm
chickshades) wrote in homralings2015-10-08 07:57 pm
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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. ]