[Helping out at a sweets shop in an unfamiliar city wasn't exactly a future Takeshi had ever particularly envisioned for himself, but at this point his life had already taken a number of unexpected twists. The owners had been kind enough to take him in and let him earn his way, and he was grateful for that. He'd always been a quick learner, and though he had helped with making sweets a number of times now, he tended to try and take on cleaning and menial tasks rather than work in the kitchen when he could. He still didn't trust his strength, and he couldn't wear his gloves when cooking. He was afraid to even handle the more delicate sweets, if not break their cooking equipment on accident.]
[Fortunately at he moment he was just minding the shop until the owners came back. He could handle customers easily enough, most days.]
[So when he hears someone enter, he pauses in busying himself with tidying up and steps out to greet them. A Houndour tags along at his heels and promptly sits when he stops, her tail wagging as she stares up at Honoka.]
Welcome. How may I help you...?
[He trails off slightly, because. She looked familiar, somehow.]
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Date: 2015-06-17 12:38 am (UTC)[Fortunately at he moment he was just minding the shop until the owners came back. He could handle customers easily enough, most days.]
[So when he hears someone enter, he pauses in busying himself with tidying up and steps out to greet them. A Houndour tags along at his heels and promptly sits when he stops, her tail wagging as she stares up at Honoka.]
Welcome. How may I help you...?
[He trails off slightly, because. She looked familiar, somehow.]