Accidental Video | Action to ANYONE NEAR HIS SHITTY SHOP

[feckinboomstick]

[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.

He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.

Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.

He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]

Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!

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[notquitedracula]

Yeah. The bounty hunter gig just... doesn't cover things consistently enough. There are other reasons, but... [He shrugs.] They all boil down about the same way. What kind of help d'you still need, around here? [Aside from a nursemaid, that is.]

[feckinboomstick]

I need someone to mind the shop every Sunday. On days where I am here, I need someone to help with customers, restockin', general maintenance. I cannot make all the materials by myself in the quantities they're needed.

I'll need someone on hand to help create more.