Day 28: Kitchin' Fixins

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Peony took Jade's cue, walking into Kitchin' Fixins effortlessly, as if going somewhere and stealing something was something the emperor did every day.

Oh, jackpot~

There were all kinds of things that could possibly be useful; there were tongs, and interesting-looking pokers, and skewers for meat - but who could ignore the array of sharpened knives set up along one wall? Peony certainly couldn't.

But, in the end, it was going to be his best friend that did all the shoplifting today. The Contamination Effect was something that very few people were able to develop, and that was probably a good thing. Good for business. Or something.

Well, the main problem was that the two of them were probably going to be watched. For now, Peony would go to the counter and see who he could chat up~ He could be very distracting, after all.

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Well, the man had made an entrance at least. The dangling of the little bell above the door caused the girl at the counter to jerk upright, staring at Peony with startled eyes as she desperately tried to stuff her book into an out-of-sight opening. The last thing she needed was that jerk of a manager screaming at her again. It wasn't her fault she didn't have anything to do half the time!

But thankfully, this wasn't the manager. The girl, just barely out of her teens, flashed this newcomer a smile fueled as much by relief as an attempt at customer service.

"Hello there. My name is Dana. Can I help you with anything?"

[Tad]

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Well, the man had made an entrance at least. The dangling of the little bell above the door caused the girl at the counter to jerk upright, staring at Peony with startled eyes as she desperately tried to stuff her book into an out-of-sight opening. The last thing she needed was that jerk of a manager screaming at her again. It wasn't her fault she didn't have anything to do half the time!

But thankfully, this wasn't the manager. The girl, just barely out of her teens, flashed this newcomer a smile fueled as much by relief as an attempt at customer service.

"Hello there. My name is Dana. Can I help you with anything?"

[Tad]

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The emperor's odd getup, cowboy hat and all, didn't faze him one bit - the chance was quite high that this girl knew exactly where he had come from, anyway. Whether she knew exactly what he was doing here remained yet a mystery.

But the girl was kinda cute, and it seemed like it had been forever since Emperor Peony was able to chat up a cute chick.

He walked up to the counter, flashing a sparkling smile at the poor, poor worker. "Not a whole lot of anything, little bookworm~ Just thought I'd come in and brighten up your day before we're carted back where we came from." She'd seemed rather frantic when he had entered, after all, and he was hopefully right in assuming that it was a book she had been reading.

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So it wasn't bad enough that Dana had smacked her thumb in her rush to hide her book, or that she worked for Doyelton's very own Atilla the Hun. No, now she had some crazy guy who apparently thought he was a cowboy not only hitting on her, but acting as if she was the one who should be thankful for it.

...Okay then.

"Well, I'm glad you found a way to spend your time, sir." Dana put on her sweetest, friendlies, most customer-service-based smile, and at the same moment screamed for this guy to go away with her eyes. She prided herself on this gift (though the idiots never usually got the message), which kept her boss as happy as he ever tended to get. "Was there something I could help you find today?"

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It wasn't as if Peony didn't realize what this girl was saying with her eyes, but he certainly wasn't going to let on. Normally his status forced women to stick around until he got bored with them, but there actually were some that enjoyed his imperial charm. And some who even thought he was somewhat good-looking!

"Well, if you're not going to help me find true love, little beauty, I was hoping you could help me find..." He searched for something that would take a while to point out. "..a cooking pot. I mean, of course you have those, don't you? I promise I'll give you a good tip and everything~"

Flirting was so much more fun when it was done naturally! And not like this! Jade better do his thing quickly.

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If there one good thing about keeping a walking chatterbox nearby it was that they brought such swimming distractions, no matter how much of a nuisance they were otherwise. Of course, his Majesty had more use than that, but charm certainly played a key role in this little escapade. And so as the latter busied himself with busying the cashier, Jade casually strolled through the aisles without much suspicion.

Keeping one eye on the scene before him, the Colonel was quick with his examination, carefully picking up the extensive collection of knives that were slotted in neat rows. They certainly had a nice set of steak knives, but it was only fair to go for the bigger game if he was able. Considering the extent of his abilities at that moment Jade mentally calculated the capacity he’d be able to retain, concluding that two large knives would provide enough.

The last thing he needed was for one to jettison forth from his skin in the middle of the bus just because he was feeling a little greedy.

Meandering over to another set, he picked at a handle near the top left edge of the block, coming across a nice and sharp stainless steel blade that measured at eight inches. Satisfied with the length, he carefully inserted it back into its slot before concentrating, using his body to cover most of the flash that came when the knife fused with his arm. He tested the weight, deducing that there was indeed enough space for one more before walking off to the other end of the store.

After half a minute of searching he spotted another formidable weapon, running his fingers across the handle of the meat cleaver before concentrating again. By then a bead of sweat rolled down from the side of his forehead as the object disappeared into his arm in a similar manner as the knife. Of course, he denied himself to leave just yet, picking up various utensils and setting them aside to lower his suspicion before finally walking to the door and pushing himself through after one last smile at his friend.

Ah yes, there was nothing better than a good heist to make him feel like a spry lad once more.