Ice Cream Fixes Everything. (Even social awkwardness. Right?) // Madward
Once Ice Queen had recovered from most of the residual issues after being frozen and work, aside from his increased efforts to speak with Queen Elsa and check in on her, returned to normal, Edward had found himself there more often. He quite enjoyed the company of both the customers and his coworkers, and the dorms were a bit lonely; so work occupied more of his time. It was bound to come to a gradual natural slow since there was little left to do in extra cleaning and sorting things back into order, but while it lasted he was happily making himself useful.
Of course Edward's idea of useful was not, in fact, as resoundingly useful as he thought but it was more about the effort, wasn't it?
Having spent nearly all morning in the stockroom, he was notably so horrible at attempting to run the register that Elsa wisely never scheduled him without someone capable of handling that task, and going through every single box to restock shelves of things ruined by water damage, he finally emerged. A large stack of papers in hand, he had learned how to read an inventory list rather well even if his notes written on it as to backstock amounts abd what was running low were messy and distracted, Edward noticed the shop empty in the midday slump that was nearly clockwork.
Martin was lurking, he knew, and he liked working with everyone so naturally he liked working with Martin; he just couldn't always locate the man when he needed to because Martin was so very, very quiet. And Edward was not. They had discovered that when running lines for the upcoming play, yes; another reason Edward was certain he and Martin were obviously meant to be friends.
"Martin?" Rather than go looking he simply placed the list on the counter and waited for the other man to appear, as was often the way it went. "I have accomplished the disarray of the stockroom; it was quite the entertaining task."
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