forum Of Monsters and Men (opppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeenenenenenenn)

Started November 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Guess so." He walked around a bit, picking up a few things, occasionally stopping to do the mental math. "Alright.. This.. is the best we can do if we don't wan' go flat broke."

Archer watched, eyes wide. “Really? Maybe I should get a job too…it’s about time.”

"Maybe so.. you should look for open spots. I think Target is hiring."

Archer shrugged. “Okay, why not?” His face clouded suddenly. “Wait they have uniforms, don’t they? I’m sort of stuck in this outfit…other clothes fall right through me unless I concentrate on it, and I don’t know if I can do that for an entire work day.”

"Damn, didn' think'a that." He shrugged. "I dunno then.."

Archer bit his lip. “We can think of something, I’m sure…” he said hopefully.

"Yeah. You got a phone?" He looked at Archer, making his way towards the self checkout line. "God.. shitty line's fuckin' long as goddamn hell…"

“Um…no,” Archer said, his eyebrows raising at the curse words. He didn’t curse too much himself, so he was a taken a bit off guard by the cursing.

Klaus continued to grumble out a long string of expletives, glancing around at the other lines to see what was up. “Self checkout is fuckin’ long, but I can’t stand gettin’ the chatty cashiers that are always here.”

“It can’t be that long,” Archer responded, glancing at the line. “They have electronic scanner doodads, that looks quick to me.”

"In theory, it is, innit? But in practice, with this lot of brain-dead troglodytes, things get done at a healthy rate on one-scan-per-hour." He beckoned at the line, which wasn't going nearly as slow as he described, it was just that a lot of people had full buggies.

“Do they really need all of that food?” Archer asked, glancing at the overflowing cart of a nearby couple. “Maybe this will take a while. But at least you’re not alone, right? That would make it a lot worse, at least for me.”

"Who knows." He shrugged, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "A while? Try three decades. I guess it helps that you're here, but like… goddamn. This is a shitshow no matter how you spin it."

“Well, seeing as I’ve been alive for about twenty decades now, this should be nothing for me,” he responded with a shrug, unsure what else to say. He’d already tried to make Klaus feel better, and Archer was terrible with that kind of thing anyway.

He absentmindedly started petting his own hair again, feeling the fuzzy hair against his fingers. "Finally, we're movin'…"

Archer smiled slightly. “See? It’s not that long…” he replied optimistically.

"We'll see. I don't know how long this efficiency will last."

“We could play a game or something in the meantime?” Archer suggested, glancing at the people in front of them before looking back at Klaus.

“Ideas?” He white-knuckled the handbasket. “I don’t got any.”

“No, not really,” Archer responded, thinking. “We could play ‘I spy’ maybe?”

"Yeah maybe.. fu-cking finally." He moved forward in the line, finally able to get up to a self checkout register. "Only took 15 hours."

“That was only like half an hour…” Archer muttered, the sarcasm flying over his head for a moment. He blushed, realizing. “Nevermind.”

“No problem. Give me a minute or two to get everything scanned. Wallet’s in m’ back pocket, so just give me a second to get it out ‘n shit.”

“Let me guess, you left your wallet at home?” Archer asked, just the hint of teasing in his voice. He smiled slightly at Klaus.

He whipped the worn leather item out of his back pocket, flicking it open. It had to have been at least 10 years old, if not more. “Nah. She’s right’ here.” Klaus glanced back up at the total on the checkout register, pulling out a few bills. “God, I hate these things. They’re so loud.” He beckoned towards the machine.