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Midori had barely gotten a power nap in before it was time to go again. Returning to The Red Light he made his way to the kitchen again. He could the red light now emanating from the crystals above to be both haunting and beautiful. Knocking on the back door of the kitchen, he was greeted by the same chef as before.
“Hah, you poor sap.” He said
Dropping a set of keys in Midori’s hands, he spoke again.
“I want every bag dragged out to the trash shoot behind you.. and lock up this door when you’re done.” He explained
Dropping a smaller pouch of yen than earlier into Midori’s hands, the chef lit up a smoke and walked off into the night. Pulling a scarf above his nostrils, he entered the kitchen. The smell was perplexing to say the least. On one hand he could smell the delicious remnants of the days culinary delights. On the other, the smells did not blend well together.
The bags of scraps were as large as or larger than himself – but at least the burlap bags were strong. Dragging the bags one at a time out to the trash shoot Midori pilled them up neatly. Yes, he was tired and he intended to streamline this process. How could one establishment produce this much waste?! And what waste – half the scraps could have easily been repurposed and donated to the less fortunate. Midori made a mental not to bring this up to the city council when he got the chance. It took well over an hour to get all the bags out to the trash shoot. Sitting down to catch his breath Midori was exhausted. If only he was old enough for caffeine!
Taking a nearby bar of lumber Midori propped the hatch to the trash shoot open. Like a pole-vaulter, he took a running start and heaved the bags one by one into the shoot. Midori couldn’t help but giggle at the comical nature of his work. If he wasn’t careful he himself would have taken a ride down the trash shoot.
Smelling like the foul end of a sand worm was worth perhaps more than the small sum of yen he had just earned.. but beggars couldn’t be choosers and he had more than tripped his allowance for this week in just one day. Walking to the back of the kitchen once more Midori scrubbed himself raw. It was no use, he stank to high hell. Chuckling, he resigned to just taking a bath upon returning home. Walking back out to the alleyway Midori locked the back door with a solid click. Pausing for several moments Midori realized he should have locked the door, left the keys inside – and then closed the door. Squeezing the key ring in the crack at the base of the door he kicked till they sailed inside. Wiping his hands off on his shorts he smiled and counted his pay just to be sure. All there – time to call it a day. Carefully and briskly Midori made his way home.
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