It's five minutes later into the afternoon when Momoka lets out another exaggeratedly long sigh. She is sitting with her legs crossed on the tall stool behind the register. Her left arm is on the table, the palm of her hand pressed against her cheek as she stares out the front window. Impatience mars her features with her eyebrows slowly meeting in the middle of her face and her lips in a tight line. Her eyes stare disinterestedly at the movement beyond her glass panes, before lazily moving to the end of the room where a clock hangs from the wall. The seconds ticking by are the sounds her ears zero in on.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Momoka shakes her head and her frown deepens marginally. It's been six minutes past an hour since she started waiting for the new store clerk her cousin had hired for her (without her) and she's bored out of her mind. It's been a slow day, made more excruciating by the fact that she's been told to wait for someone who apparently decided they would rather not show up at all. Had she been informed of this person's change of plans, perhaps she would have closed shop for the day instead, because today didn't feel like a store managing day when she'd finally received some of the new seeds her uncle sent her from Tea.
She stuffs her right hand in one of her pockets and digs around for seeds she had on hand instead. She pulls out a throwing star and a roll of bandages before she finds what she's looking for. Sitting up a straighter, she takes one of the small plastic pots on the desk and buries the seeds on the soil. Chakra forms around her hands as she plants the seeds. Seconds later, a cluster of clovers spring from the earth and a satisfied look finally makes its way on Momoka's face. She pokes around the leaves gently and squeals when she finds a four-leafed clover amongst her sprouts.
"Something exciting to come through my door," she wishes quietly to herself, holding onto the clover with her eyes closed.
[MFT]
*Edits made: A word. Mistakenly referred to her cousin as her brother.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Momoka shakes her head and her frown deepens marginally. It's been six minutes past an hour since she started waiting for the new store clerk her cousin had hired for her (without her) and she's bored out of her mind. It's been a slow day, made more excruciating by the fact that she's been told to wait for someone who apparently decided they would rather not show up at all. Had she been informed of this person's change of plans, perhaps she would have closed shop for the day instead, because today didn't feel like a store managing day when she'd finally received some of the new seeds her uncle sent her from Tea.
She stuffs her right hand in one of her pockets and digs around for seeds she had on hand instead. She pulls out a throwing star and a roll of bandages before she finds what she's looking for. Sitting up a straighter, she takes one of the small plastic pots on the desk and buries the seeds on the soil. Chakra forms around her hands as she plants the seeds. Seconds later, a cluster of clovers spring from the earth and a satisfied look finally makes its way on Momoka's face. She pokes around the leaves gently and squeals when she finds a four-leafed clover amongst her sprouts.
"Something exciting to come through my door," she wishes quietly to herself, holding onto the clover with her eyes closed.
[MFT]
*Edits made: A word. Mistakenly referred to her cousin as her brother.