Watcha lookin'at? [Renee & Lyante]
Jan 25, 2016 15:36:02 GMT -5
Post by Tyché on Jan 25, 2016 15:36:02 GMT -5
A month, a whole damn month.
Lyante had been getting progressively more frustrated as time had gone by.
A whole month looking forward to today, and of all days, today had been the day the Director had called for every due report and an extensive discussion about every little insignificant detail. Still it hadn't been the discussion she was frustrated with, it was the time it took to have them. She had been hoping to duck out early, and be at the store just as the new shipments arrived; and now, due to the ridiculous administrative papermill and the Director's nitpicking, she was late. Very late.
She could have been home already, clutching the newest volume of her newest favourite series in her hand, smelling the new manga smell as her fingers played over the page. This volume was special too; an extra thick one to compensate for the long abscence of what was supposed to be a weekly series. Briefly, Lyante had considered paying the author a visit; maybe coercing the person to work faster...somehow. The only thing that held her back was the fear of getting a rushed, unsatisfactory conclusion to the arc that had been building for over half a year. Finally, she was going to get to read the good part.
Almost running towards the store, she was kind of self-conscience about the whole thing; it had cost her all of her willpower to have the series ordered for her. the result had been good enough to forget about the surprised and judgemental look of the guy who ran the place. A bit of a stick-in-the-mud, but in the end he had complied with her wishes.
She could practically taste the manga as she pushed the door open, hearing the familiar chime as she raced twards the counter, wearing her most incognito outfit. Almost whispering, she bend over the counter and asked the proprietor about her order. Used by her by now, he sighed as he ducked under the counter and held up a gleaming shiny booklet, the cover a golden foil.
The spqrkles on the cover found their reflection in Lyante's eyes as she quickly forked over some credit chips and greedily took the booklet. She squeed: finally she had it. And now she did, she couldn't wait another second. Sitting down in one of the lazy chairs in the store, she gently opened the booklet, careful not to damage the spine. Page by page she took in the story, the drawings...the curious looks of other customers; she did't care: it was almost finally there, the moment she had been waiting for for months, just one more page to flip.
Lyante had been getting progressively more frustrated as time had gone by.
A whole month looking forward to today, and of all days, today had been the day the Director had called for every due report and an extensive discussion about every little insignificant detail. Still it hadn't been the discussion she was frustrated with, it was the time it took to have them. She had been hoping to duck out early, and be at the store just as the new shipments arrived; and now, due to the ridiculous administrative papermill and the Director's nitpicking, she was late. Very late.
She could have been home already, clutching the newest volume of her newest favourite series in her hand, smelling the new manga smell as her fingers played over the page. This volume was special too; an extra thick one to compensate for the long abscence of what was supposed to be a weekly series. Briefly, Lyante had considered paying the author a visit; maybe coercing the person to work faster...somehow. The only thing that held her back was the fear of getting a rushed, unsatisfactory conclusion to the arc that had been building for over half a year. Finally, she was going to get to read the good part.
Almost running towards the store, she was kind of self-conscience about the whole thing; it had cost her all of her willpower to have the series ordered for her. the result had been good enough to forget about the surprised and judgemental look of the guy who ran the place. A bit of a stick-in-the-mud, but in the end he had complied with her wishes.
She could practically taste the manga as she pushed the door open, hearing the familiar chime as she raced twards the counter, wearing her most incognito outfit. Almost whispering, she bend over the counter and asked the proprietor about her order. Used by her by now, he sighed as he ducked under the counter and held up a gleaming shiny booklet, the cover a golden foil.
The spqrkles on the cover found their reflection in Lyante's eyes as she quickly forked over some credit chips and greedily took the booklet. She squeed: finally she had it. And now she did, she couldn't wait another second. Sitting down in one of the lazy chairs in the store, she gently opened the booklet, careful not to damage the spine. Page by page she took in the story, the drawings...the curious looks of other customers; she did't care: it was almost finally there, the moment she had been waiting for for months, just one more page to flip.
