The rim of his hat obscuring his eyes, though their gaze peered in pursuit of the direction that Cecilia moved. Ah yes, inventory. He sometimes forgot that business like this actually existed. What with his selfish inflation of his pride, being a certified doctor and all that hyper-intelligent business.
“Yes, yes, I understand. The importance of counting and sorting inventory."
Shoes clicking against the floor, the doctor soon following after his teammate. Merrily dragging his cane along the ground; refusing to bat an eye at any of the few wares that actually prodded Gimini’s discomfort.
“In a way though, you truly are the luckiest girl in all of Remnant. Having such a brilliant partner, that is.”
She wrapped her arms around a cardboard box, listening to Gimini being an annoying little shit, scraping his cane across the tiles.
“I could list all the reasons how that’s not true, but we’d be here all night,” she immediately replied before adding in a casual manner,”And have some respect for my father’s store.”
Turning to him, Cecilia leaned forward, purposefully pushing him with the large box in her hands.
“Set this on the counter and unbox this, will ya?”
