Post by York on Feb 17, 2020 0:04:17 GMT -5
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After all of those sights he’d seen, after all of the stories he’d heard, after all that he had experienced on the South Blue seas all those months ago, it was a jarring experience for Adrian Idol to find himself right back to square one as a menial laborer. It was like he'd suddenly awoken from a very long dream, and he was back to how things were before he got entangled with the Storytellers. It was difficult to readjust, and Idol could not shake the sensation that at any moment, he would wake up again and be right back on the ship with the others again, traveling the seas and yucking it up without a care in the world.
However, Idol had to admit, following the thrill of exploding castles, fighting pirates, and traveling up mountains at ludicrous speeds, there was a quaint charm to going back and just doing some some good old fashioned work. With no fear of death or injury present to distract him from the job at hand, he was free to do put all of his effort into his next big goal of buying a boat to sail these new waters, and hopefully find some new challengers to test his wrestling skills on.
Taking a deep inhale, he approached the large crate resting on the platform and wrapped his arms around it. With a sharp exhale, Idol managed to lift it the necessary few inches needed, before backing up away from the platform and towards the open door behind him.
“Easy, easy” a voice from behind said, holding the door open. “Don’t wanna get crushed now and make a mess now, do yer?”
Carefully, Idol reversed himself through the door and into the waiting house, gently lowering the crate onto the carpeted floor alongside the numerous other crates of varying sizes he’d brought in. Once it hit the ground, Idol stepped backwards and doubled over, out of breath. “Ha ha!” The voice at the door said, clapping his hands, “that was the last of ‘em, kid. Good job!” From the door came a tall man with an arm in a sling and a large brace around his knee. He hobbled into the home and pat Idol on the shoulder with his good arm. “Yer a life saver, you know that? No idea how I’dda gotten these deliveries done before ya showed up!”
Idol stood up tall and slicked his hair back, looking up to his boss with a proud expression. “Don’t mention it, Fuchi” he said through deep breaths. “Glad to get a workout and a paycheck all in one go.”
The boss of the moving company, Manabu Fuchi, reached into his overalls pocket and handed Idol a bottled water, one which Idol gladly took with a nod as he left the house. Once outside and away from the carpeting and crates, he snapped the bottle open and emptied its contents over his face and mouth. It was like heaven personally showering on top of him after all of that work, and Idol smiled wide as the drops of water poured over his face, into his mouth, and down his overalls.
Fuchi meanwhile was not so happy. Looking behind a pair of tall crates, he spotted a pair of lanky men snoozing on a makeshift bed made of the crates they were meant to be moving. "So that's where you were hiding, you...". Reaching into his overalls, he withdrew another bottle of water and, rearing back as far as he could with his injuries, smacked both men over the head with it to wake them up.
“Aw geez, come on, Fuchi” said one of the men, falling off the crate and onto his face.
“Yeah, what gives? We were just on break is all” the other wined, rubbing his forehead.
“What gives, you bums, is that I’m sick and tired of yer goldbrickin’ and grab-assin’!” Fuchi shouted as the two got to their feet. “Yer fired! The both a ya!”
“Whoa, Fuchi, let’s talk a bit about this” the one in the green overalls said, “We just needed a break is all. It’s tiring work”
“I know it’s tiring, numbskull, that’s why yer being paid to do it!” Fuchi returned the bottled water to his overalls, and following a bit of ruffling, he withdrew a clipboard with a sheet of paper and a pen. “Or should I say ‘Were being paid to do it’, now get lost the both of you! I have to get this signed by the client, and if I see hide or hair of either of you when I get back, I’ll flatten you both and have ya sold as carpets!”