[ He can appreciate the 'style' comment out of her. Someone so ostentatiously put together such as herself can have an opinion in his eyes. His vanity is kicked into high-gear and his posture straightens with a little coiling of his tail drawing him ever closer to where he has settled.
Yes, wonderful, Snakebutt is Pleased. ]
I'm not going to have you actually work on anything today. The shop has been in a state of disarray since I reverted back to being a snake after becoming human again for a month. It turns out that I needed a three-day Disco Nap to recover. [ It was one Hell of a Disco Nap. ] Right now is just catching up on orders and making sure everything gets out on-time for the holiday.
[ A holiday he doesn't even celebrate.
He has produced a pencil from somewhere between himself and the notebook and he is scribbling away at the page. His wine glass is just suddenly on the desktop with nothing indicating that he had put it down in only one swoop. ]
Enough about productivity woes. Tell me about yourself, Miss Ibuki. You look like a musician. You have that aesthetic, what with the clothes and the hair. I can always value someone with more than one talent. Do you play something?
[ She's going to find that this interview is more like 20 Questions To Anxiety than something for a job. Still, he's polite enough about it. His eyes flick up and down from the paper to the girl and back again. If she is paying any attention to anything in her peripheral, his tail end is drawing itself up like another hand and delicately picking up the wine glass in it. Gently, gently... ]
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Yes, wonderful, Snakebutt is Pleased. ]
I'm not going to have you actually work on anything today. The shop has been in a state of disarray since I reverted back to being a snake after becoming human again for a month. It turns out that I needed a three-day Disco Nap to recover. [ It was one Hell of a Disco Nap. ] Right now is just catching up on orders and making sure everything gets out on-time for the holiday.
[ A holiday he doesn't even celebrate.
He has produced a pencil from somewhere between himself and the notebook and he is scribbling away at the page. His wine glass is just suddenly on the desktop with nothing indicating that he had put it down in only one swoop. ]
Enough about productivity woes. Tell me about yourself, Miss Ibuki. You look like a musician. You have that aesthetic, what with the clothes and the hair. I can always value someone with more than one talent. Do you play something?
[ She's going to find that this interview is more like 20 Questions To Anxiety than something for a job. Still, he's polite enough about it. His eyes flick up and down from the paper to the girl and back again. If she is paying any attention to anything in her peripheral, his tail end is drawing itself up like another hand and delicately picking up the wine glass in it. Gently, gently... ]