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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 4, 2013 9:05:13 GMT -8
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Herschels' Candies was designed to invoke feelings of nostalgia, whether or not one genuinely remembered the decades in which it referred to. It was meant to be cute and warm, inviting, always smelling of sugar… Overall, it was pleasant. It was a shop, after all, and it was designed to sell its product. That didn't say that there was no passion in the thing, of course. It was not a machine, but a venture in something fanciful. That was what the Herschels were going for, at any rate.
Aforementioned product was divided into two categories, primarily. There were the products that the Herschel's bought and resold, various candies that were once more popular and no longer widely available, which were organized on the shelves against the wall. Then there were the candies made in-shop, which were housed in various glass displays in and around the counter. These included their more popular items: a wide variety of fudge, candied and caramel apples, clusters, chocolates, divinities, taffies, and whatever else might strike the candy-brewing fancy on any given day.
Harold Herschel was a man interested in candy, to say the least. Despite his sometimes surly and unamused demeanor, it was what he'd decided as his next step, and the shop reflected his dedication. At least, that was his hope about it. He wanted it to be, again, pleasant. He was having a pleasant time with it, and others should find it easy to enjoy as well.
And so, enjoying his post-retirement project with fair ease, Harold most often minded the shop during its open hours. It was easy routine, by now, and he spent most of his days organizing shelves and making candies off all sorts in between bouts of number-crunching and other such problem-solving. It wasn't odd, then, to come upon him apron-clad and milling about his own shop. Why! Even now, he was jabbing little wooden sticks into the center of some pretty-looking, red apples (soon to be dipped), awaiting whatever new bit of business he might have to care for.
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Post by KEIJIRO WATANABE on May 4, 2013 22:13:31 GMT -8
tagged: harold, kun shui. time: may 4th, 3pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of LA. He liked the freedom it gave, and the sights and sounds. He liked exploring the area, seeing all the shops and galleries and museums. It was an adventure in a lot of ways, a whole new place to explore and discover.
Even so, there were problems. He was lonely. There was really no two ways around that. He'd come to LA completely alone, counting on school to help him make friends. Only he didn't have classes for months--he had the whole summer with little to do and no real way to meet people. The same methods that might have worked in Japan certainly didn't work there, and what little self esteem he'd had was rapidly draining away. The effort he'd put in to finding people simply hadn't worked out, and he'd found himself staying in more and more.
He missed home, missed all the little things he hadn't thought would matter. Sure, he'd planned ahead, brought pictures of his family and things he thought he might miss. But the little things--those were the ones that hurt the most. That day it was candy. His mother had often brought him sakuma drops when he was young, bringing home the little tin. He'd never thought about them back in Japan, but now that he was without he was desperate. They were exactly what he needed, a pleasant distraction--and also impossible to find.
He'd scoured little Tokyo, but the places that did have the candy were all sold out. So he'd been forced to search for alternatives--would a dedicated candy shop have it?
Of course, there was a whole other wrench in the works in the form of Kun Shui. When he'd told Jun Shi, via email, that he'd be moving to LA, the other man had indicated that his twin lived there. It had seemed strange to Keijiro at the time that one twin had moved but not the other, and he'd really just wished Jun Shi had moved instead. Even so, there was no reason to ignore Kun Shui, and he'd got into contact, arranging, of all things, a meet up.
A restaurant probably would have been ideal, but he worried about things becoming a bit too serious with Kun Shui. He was just a very serious person to begin with, and any way to avoid that awkwardness would have been just fine with him.
Waiting outside the candy shop, he must have been quite the picture. He wore a hoodie, horribly informal and pulled up, hiding most of his face. Between the hood and his hair, his scar wasn't quite so terribly obvious, but anyone who looked him in the face would see it. There was no way around that.
He had to imagine Kun Shui would be appalled by his attire, considering how formal the man was, but he detested suits. They simply showed too much, and a hoodie with jeans was the way to go for him. |
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on May 5, 2013 7:50:37 GMT -8
tagged: Harold Herschel. time: May 4th. 3PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - -
Kun Shui wasn’t exactly a fan of sweets. A nice slice of cake once in a while was nice, perhaps some scones and tea, or a bit of candy or chocolate on the side with his tea or coffee in the afternoon. They were simple pleasures, and he really meant for it to stay that way. When it came to sweets and the like, it was his twin that usually enjoyed them more. Still, a call at an ungodly hour was the only form of warning he got when Jun Shi called him and told him that Keijiro was in town, and that he might want to meet up with him. Keijiro, that blond boy with the scar on his face? The one that had dinner with them a while ago, when the Wei family was taking over their company and doing a merge? Why the hell…
Whatever. Not too important. Business relations were business relations. Realistically, it wasn’t even that. It was supposed to be a casual meet up, but Kun Shui did not do casual. He did own some jeans, but they were the expensive kinds that racked up a bill of a couple thousand dollars a pair, and he so rarely wore those. They felt odd on him, and dress pants and slacks felt like a second skin, anyway. A white shirt and black pants was his usual ‘casual’, so to speak, and he was content with that as he walked out the door to the candy shop that he had agreed to meet Keijiro at.
Of all places, a candy shop. A small one, and perhaps he’d pick up something to send back to his brother. Jun Shi did like receiving little gifts, after all. His twin did often whine about how he missed him, but when Kun Shui brought up the fact that there was literally nothing stopping him from moving or visiting, he went quiet. His twin just liked to complain about things, that was all.
Turning the corner, he spotted the shop, and a person standing up front. Hoodie pulled over his head and jeans, but he could see the blond hair and it was likely Keijiro. Informal and downright… well, shoddy if he was asked his opinion, but he kept that to himself as he approached. He still had no idea why his twin had developed a liking towards Keijiro, enough to put a target on his back, but he wasn’t one to judge.
”Good afternoon, Keijiro.” Polite, to say the least. He glanced sideways into the shop; a small, mom-and-pop sort of store, he supposed. Plenty of those in the area.
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 8, 2013 4:42:12 GMT -8
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Facing the window from behind the counter, Harold had taken notice of the first figure outside of the shop for a couple of reasons. The first, and most obvious, was that… Well, a guy was hanging out outside of the shop and not coming in. That wouldn't have been particularly odd, and Harold would have let it go without another thought, if the kid hadn't been wearing a hoodie. Not that he was big into fashion conspiracies or what groups of delinquents might be wearing what fashions, but it was May. It was May in Southern California. Even his stubbornly New England Senior sense of fashion had directed him to wear lighter shirts and roll up the sleeves. The hoodie was a bit much. Weird kid.
He'd at least assumed correctly when he thought the hooded kid must be (better be) waiting for somebody. He wasn't sure a well-dressed, Asain fellow would've been his first guess, but hey. This was L.A., shining peak of American diversity or what-have-you.
He jabbed another stick into another apple and wondered how long he ought to give them their pleasantries before he made sure they knew that they were blocking his store-front, which was generally considered pretty rude.
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Post by KEIJIRO WATANABE on May 9, 2013 17:29:03 GMT -8
tagged: harold, kun shui. time: may 4th, 3pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Keijiro was not terribly surprised to see that Kun Shui wasn't in jeans. The man had seemed so stuffy and uptight the one time that they'd met, he would have been surprised to see him in anything really informal. The fact that Kun Shui even owned jeans would have come as a considerable surprise to the young man.
Not that it mattered. Kun Shui and him might have been equal in the eyes of most, but both he (and likely Kun Shui) were aware of the power balance. The Wei's had bought out his father's company. That made Kun Shui the son of his father's boss--which afforded him respect. He'd have gotten respect anyway just for having been older, but it was a whole other layer of formality that Keijiro really had to oblige, in speech if not in dress.
"Good afternoon." He returned the greeting, his English heavily accented. No one looking at him would expect a heavy Japanese accent, but there it was. It would be months before it really started to fade, and having really only just arrived from Japan, it was still out in full force. He made a little gesture to the shop before continuing.
"I was hoping to find some Sakuma drops. I figured a candy shop would be more likely to have them. And after that perhaps dinner?" He wasn't entirely sure how long Kun Shui had been in town, but he couldn't have been there for too long.
Stepping into the store, Keijiro really hadn't considered how he'd look to most people. Even if the hoodie was hot, that was really a small price for him to pay in order to hide away the scar. He'd gotten used to being hot, wearing pulled down hats as much as reasonable. Hoodie's were just another option. At the moment it wasn't even sweltering--it wasn't that much hotter then where he'd lived in Japan (at least not in the springs and falls), and he didn't mind it.
Of course, it did make him look like a damned thief. With his hands resting in the pocket at the front of his hoodie, it would have been particularly easy to just slip some candy into the side. He didn't give the old man more then a second glance. Shoplifting wasn't quite so much of a thing in Japan. There was no worry with every teenager they were going to run off with stuff. The thought that walking along the shelves, looking at pretty much every kind of candy--and occasionally picking things up before putting them back--might be suspicious behavior was completely beyond him.
"You should find something you like and I'll get it for you." He said to Kun Shui, glancing briefly over his shoulder.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on May 10, 2013 7:38:20 GMT -8
tagged: Harold Herschel. time: May 4th. 3PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - -
To be quite honest, though definitely not out loud, Kun Shui had yet to grow used to a Japanese accent coming from a white boy’s mouth. It sounded pretty bad, coming from a man that was supposed to be brought up extremely well, but Kun Shui couldn’t help but question Keijiro’s Asian credentials a little every time he met him. He was proper, as far as the Wei family was concerned, but at the same time it was a little difficult to fully accept when he grew up in some a homogenous environment, the only others he’d met actually being from their respective backgrounds and cultures.
As for the candy he was looking for, he turned a little to glance up at the sign at the front of the shop. ”I’ve never actually been here, before… I’m not a fan of sweets.” Occasional treats was a given, but otherwise, he much preferred a nice dinner, which was soon offered. A small smile at that, though it seemed rather stiff on his face. Formal. ”Sure, that sounds great.” Business dinner? No, it was supposed to be something casual, like a friendly meeting. Now when was the last time he’d had one of those?
Stepping into the store made everything feel a little cooler, even if he was wearing clothes that were meant for slightly warmer weather. He wasn’t entirely sure how Keijiro could stand walking around in a hoodie like that, but he wouldn’t ask. It was likely something to do with that scar… Even though Kun Shui wouldn’t say it, the scar was attention grabbing. It was one of the first things he noticed anyways, outside of the fact that Keijiro was white with a very Japanese name.
He flicked his hand at the older man at the counter in another polite greeting, before turning his attention back to Keijiro. ”I think I’ll manage. I’ll buy something for Jun Shi, though. He likes candies much more than I do.” Well, perhaps not much, but still more and that was worth taking note of. Anyways, his brother tended to like the stranger, obscure things out there. When they were younger, he had been the first to try chicken feet, after all.
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 11, 2013 7:30:00 GMT -8
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"Welcome to Herschels'," Harold chimed in automatically when the door finally opened and the two came in. It was more matter-of-fact in tone than it was necessarily friendly. He wasn't the best salesman his own shop could've had, but at least he made a mean assortment of sweets. He raised his hand in reply to the Asian man's small wave of greeting before returning temporarily to his apples.
He always found it best to let folks browse a little bit before any shop meddling should occur. If they were interested in buying something, they'd linger. Then, if they needed persuading one way or another, he could attempt to provide it. If they were just going to look and walk out again, it likely wouldn't be three minutes. Plus, they were having their own conversation, and being interrupted was always annoying.
So he finished with his apples, sticks stuck and juicy, red spheres laid out on a wax-paper lined baking sheet, before moving from behind the counter and into the shop proper. "Can I help you boys find anything?"
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Post by KEIJIRO WATANABE on May 11, 2013 21:34:47 GMT -8
tagged: harold, kun shui. time: may 4th, 3pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. The man seemed... well, old. That was Keijiro's first impression. For most, that probably wouldn't have been flattering, but Keijiro but significant stock in age. The elderly were afforded significant respect, and Keijiro actually gave the man a short bow when he was greeted. It was simply second nature--expected of him and those of his age, still veritable children by comparison.
Maybe he'd suggest some candies for Jun Shi, but he wasn't quite sure what to get him. He didn't know what sort of things Jun Shi would like, and he gave Kun Shui a quick glance before turning to the shopkeeper, who had asked what they were looking for.
"I apologize if it's particularly specific, but I was hoping to find Sakuma drops. None of the shops in Little Tokyo had them, so I thought a candy store might." Although now that he was actually in the candy store, he was starting to wonder if he was right about that. There didn't seem to be a lot of imports--really, he didn't recognize most of the candy in it, even if it did look good.
"They're little hard candies from Japan." As if that wasn't obvious enough from his heavy accent alone.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on May 12, 2013 19:51:18 GMT -8
tagged: Harold Herschel. time: May 4th. 3PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - -
Herschel’s. So that was the place’s name. He’d caught it briefly, but he’d honestly not cared for it until the older man behind the counter came around and asked them if they needed any help. He immediately glanced over at Keijiro, because he was the one who’d really needed anything. Kun Shui was essentially along for the ride and little else, perhaps to grab something for his brother. He stayed silent as Keijiro spoke anyways, still glancing around the room.
There were little containers that lined the shelves, almost like one would see in those candy or snack shops in Hong Kong. They were glass jars with lids that covered the opening, with little colourful things inside. Definitely not the same thing as Hong Kong, but there was definitely a familiarity there. A few things made him linger a little longer, and a few things he did take note of, thinking he’d send it home to Jun Shi. Home. He still thought of Hong Kong as home, even if his mailing address was now in Los Angeles. He should probably change that, but…
His gaze went back to the older man. ”I’m also looking something that would make a decent gift.” Jun Shi would likely appreciate it, though he doubted he’d tell him of it beforehand. Make it a surprise.
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 16, 2013 23:27:54 GMT -8
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The bow seemed out of place as it was, but the blond kid's inexplicable accent, the scarring, and the nature of his inquiry… Harold's eyebrows were unabashedly raised in bafflement by the time the boy was finished speaking. He was stuck in answering, because he had to pause to filter through all of the likely-impolite things that were jumping to mind. Kids these days were into some odd habits.
At least the other fellow made structural sense, and his request of the shop wasn't something out of his range. Good. He paused on his way to answer the first boy, turning instead to the second. "We do offer gift wrapping and baskets, if you want to put something together like that. Otherwise, I'd be happy to help you find whatever's just right."
"As for you," he turned towards the first boy again. "I'm sorry to say I can't be of much help, if you're fixed on that brand. I got hard candies, lots, but they aren't from Japan. Gimme their hook, and I'll get you the American equivalent. Kosher, too. Otherwise…" He gestured vaguely in the air in front of him. What can ya do, you know?
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Post by KEIJIRO WATANABE on May 19, 2013 17:33:34 GMT -8
tagged: harold, kun shui. time: may 4th, 3pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Well damnit. No Sakuma drops. His face fell, but then he really should have been expecting such a thing. If nowhere in Little Tokyo had them, why would he expect anywhere outside of it would have? In a way he had expected not to find it, but there was still that bitter taste of disappointment in his belly. So much for that. There was no chance at all.
At the very least there were gifts. He could deal with that--help Kun Shui get something nice for Jun Shi as a thanks for coming to see him. He wanted to put off food as well, not at all eager for a more formal environment. Kun Shui hadn't been terribly formal so far, but he seemed to fall back into that pattern easily enough.
"It's alright--it's not the hard candy in particular, just the brand." His English was good enough, even if the accent was thick enough to be cut with a knife.
"What would you recommend for gifts then?" He asked the older man before glancing back to Kun Shui. "What kind of candy does he like? I never thought to ask." More like he'd never had a reason to ask before.
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on May 21, 2013 5:00:19 GMT -8
tagged: Harold Herschel. time: May 4th. 3PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - -
Gift wrapping sounded halfway decent, though he was aware that Jun Shi generally didn’t like the flare. That was the one thing the twins had in common; frills and lace and the pretty things that most people thought as ‘fancy’ just didn’t appeal to them. Sophistication was something else entirely, so maybe just a sheer silken bag or something like that to put the candy in, if it’d make it past security at the airport when he needed to have it sent. Now, what was it that he liked?
”Alright, thank you. I’ll see what you have.” Sending him something like a premade gift basket seemed… well, impersonal. That was reserved for business partners that they could afford to lose, and sometimes even the more important ones when he had to send out a couple dozen bottles of wine or chocolate as a thank you for attending a function. He was sure he’d been on the receiving end of quite a few of those, after all. However, this was his brother he was talking about; he couldn’t possibly do that.
”Something hand made, preferably.” A lot of things in here did seem that sort, anyways. He gave Keijiro a little shrug, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. Realistically speaking, Jun Shi could get anything he wanted right in Hong Kong, but a gift would be nice, he supposed.
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 29, 2013 7:05:49 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]LO-ITICSH What a pair of shoppers these two made! One of them restricted himself to so specific an item that he couldn't get his bill filled, and the other had only the most vague and general thoughts about what he was looking for. At least the latter meant that he could still sell something, here, lack of imported goods notwithstanding.
The request for handmade items at least narrowed things down. Harold brightened at that, gesturing towards the displays in which their own candies resided as he crossed the room again. "Out best seller is our fudge. I make that right here. We've also got caramel and candied apples, as you can see, and various chocolates. We do various chocolate-covered fruits by season."
There's a sign affixed to the top of the fudge display that touts about an offer of free samples, if the information's a bit overwhelming. Otherwise, Harold's attempting to seem as helpful as he can.
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Post by KEIJIRO WATANABE on May 30, 2013 16:38:37 GMT -8
tagged: harold, kun shui. time: may 4th, 3pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Hand made. That, at least, he was confident about. Jun Shi would like handmade. Handmade gifts implied there was a certain amount of attention given to them, and if there was one thing Keijiro had learned, it was that Jun Shi loved attention.
Some might have considered that a bad thing, but Keijiro really didn't mind. He could understand it in it's own way. Kun Shui and Jun Shi were twins, and should have been given equal attention and affection. It hadn't worked out that way though--Kun Shui had been the chosen heir, and Jun Shi had been left to proverbially rot. He really couldn't blame him for the fact that he felt the need for attention.
"I think he'd like hand made." He said, trying to sound reassuring. Of course Kun Shui would know that though--who would know his own twin better then he would?
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jun 7, 2013 14:55:30 GMT -8
tagged: Harold Herschel. time: May 4th. 3PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - -
The things in the store were pretty, but he didn’t know how each of them would last in the post. Of course he could pay for bubble packaging and overnight delivery, but he didn’t think Jun Shi would care much either way. It would’ve been so much easier if he was in Los Angeles, but that wasn’t about to happen any time soon, now was it? Kun Shui gave the fancy displays a cursory glance, following the old man to what he wanted to show him. Colourful, well decorated, though he had to wonder if candy apples or fudge would last in the mail.
”Would these last in the post?” The apple would likely rot or start attracting flies, and the fudge would likely go hard. ”My brother is overseas, in Hong Kong.” Hard candies seemed to be the most viable option, realistically… But it was candy, of all things, and fairly ordinary to boot. Jun Shi liked unique and extraordinary things, which was probably why he seemed to take an interest in Keijiro in the first place. It was all novel to him.
”Well, honestly, I’m not entirely sure what he likes. He doesn’t usually go for sweets, though I know he likes cake.”
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Jun 15, 2013 8:24:07 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]LO-ITICSH And the brother lives in Hong Kong! It took a great surge of will for Harold to suppress a sound of exasperation at the fact. He was about to suggest something non-perishable when the brother spoke again. It took an even greater surge of will than the first for him to not throw his arms up into the air at this whole affair!
"Cake," he started, flatly, smoothing down his front as if he'd actually become rumpled at the statement. "Cake. He likes cake. Well…" He spread his arms to indicate the general area of his store, fingers itching with resistance against exasperated fidget; no pinching his nose, no raking a hand through his retreating hair. "As you can see, I don't sell cake. This isn't a bakery. It's a candy shop. There's a lovely bakery down the promenade. Louise there makes a heavenly pastry, but I'm not sure how well that will keep in the mail."
Honestly, this whole exchange… He knew he was being short, at the moment, but the obtuse nature of these particular patrons was becoming too much. He took a breath to attempt a little more composure. "If I can't interest you gentlemen in anything that my shop actually sells, I guess we're all out of luck, huh? Better luck next time."
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Post by KEIJIRO WATANABE on Jun 16, 2013 11:39:48 GMT -8
tagged: harold, kun shui. time: may 4th, 3pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Keijiro hadn't particularly thought of how things would survive in the post. It was a valid thought. Most of it would go bad before it arrived, or be ruined, and the cost to ship something both fast enough and prepared properly... well, that would be excessive unless the candy was the absolute best, and Keijiro hadn't really tried any of it.
He was about to point out that cake wasn't going to hold up either when the shopkeeper said as much. Keijiro felt the corners of his mouth twitch up, amused. The old man sounded exasperated--he supposed they were probably a particularly bad pair of customers. He had wanted something specific and would not get it, thus buying nothing, and what Kun Shui wanted was... well, was nearly impossible.
Perhaps some mitigation would be necessary. He stepped forward, opting to take the middle path. "I doubt anything will keep on the way to Hong Kong. Perhaps a compromise--if he comes to visit, we could bring him here and see what he'd like." Which would get them out of the older man's hair, while still offering him future business. |
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Post by KUN SHUI WEI on Jul 8, 2013 20:06:27 GMT -8
tagged: Harold Herschel. time: May 4th. 3PM. speech: kun shui. notes: - - -
Perhaps bringing up cake was a bad idea, and it certainly seemed that the shopkeeper was rather exasperated with the lot of them already. It was sort of understandable, if not quite desirable business practice. Kun Shui pressed his lips into a flat line, thinking it over, trying to figure out what Jun Shi liked. He wasn’t actually going to come and visit anytime soon, was he?
He grinned faintly nonetheless. ”Ah, I suppose.” Maybe he’d visit that bakery, though he highly doubted that anything would keep in shipment. Oh well, better luck next time; he’d find something else, eventually.
Another little shrug at Keijiro. ”Yes, I suppose that’s an option. I’m not entirely sure if he’ll be coming to LA soon, though.” Then again, his brother was a mischief maker and he would likely fly in at some random time to ‘surprise’ him. ”I’m afraid I’m not much too interested in sweets myself, but I’ll come by again with my brother if he does visit soon.”
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Jul 10, 2013 5:53:39 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]LO-ITICSH Harold didn't know if their attempts to appease his manner ought to properly improve the situation from his view. As it was, they just sounded as if they were making fruitless promises. What happened to people being honest about shopping, for God's sake? What's wrong with "oh, we're just looking"? This had become drawn out enough, and that was the annoyance with it!
In any case, he highly doubted they'd come back at all. Even if this brother did hop over from Hong-Kong, the shop and this silly offer of theirs would be doubtless forgotten. As he often did, Harold had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He tried to make his reply in good humor, "Yes, well, hopefully I won't close before then for want of business."
And that was that. His customer service here didn't extinguish, not quite, until he'd opened the door to see the young men out. He wouldn't have himself personally lacking, here, foolishness or not. "Have a good one, boys."
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Post by DESTINY on Jul 17, 2013 14:07:55 GMT -8
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DESTINY HAS NOTICED YOUR PRESENCE | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;]
All three of you have been rewarded with 1 RESIDUE as this thread is now complete. It has been placed in the archives under the 'finished' sub-board. You are more than welcome to PM fate if this thread is not finished or if you are unhappy/unsatisfied with the amount of fate that has been rewarded. Keep up the great work and keep posting with other members. | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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