[OPEN] bite & arbeit

[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto and you!
When: Throughout mid-September
Where: All in Aefenglom - shopping district; industrial district; vampire bar maybe??; etc.
What: Part-time work, quests, full moon changes.
Warnings: Threads set at Victorious Secret are likely to be a little racy. Will edit if anything else comes up!

Starters are in the comments!

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[halfmoon]

"Yeah. It's the written name that comes up next to people's messages. You've seen those, right? One of them shows up next to your posts and replies too."

Makoto offers him a small smile, hoping to put him at ease. It's fine if he doesn't know how to use it or doesn't want to use it. Makoto is simply trying to help him out.

"I'm mostly away during the night instead of the day, but I'll answer you whenever I see that you've messaged me." Makoto gestures back towards the front of the store, where the sales clerk is.

[divineconfetti]

"...I see."

He still seems awkward about it. Imagine your ancient grandfather fumbling around with his phone, trying to understand how instant messengers work. Now imagine that about twenty times worse, because Wolf is from a time well before even phones or telegraphs had entered the realm of communication technology. There's a reason why he typically just ignores the thing.

Well, he hadn't expected to do much more in the bookstore than wander the aisles and feel uncomfortably nostalgic, but Makoto has single-handedly salvaged this outing. He at the very least has something useful in hand. He nods, thinking he wouldn't mind at all when the young man responded to the messages.

"Thank you. You have been a great help. ...Should you require any aid or information, in the future, I would be happy to repay you."

He's big on that kind of thing. The only help he either gives or receives without thought of equalling the scales was that to Lord Kuro, and that was only because of the oath he had sworn.

Regardless, if there was nothing else to be discussed... the wolfish turnskin finally turns to make his way towards the counter, to purchase the book and then go on with his day.