Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26681134-20160629072855/@comment-24684131-20160629074318

Altan had been fidling with one of his numerous pet projects - and growing increasingly ajitated at a lack of progress - when the bell went on the door. He sighed and stood up, unzipping his overalls and pulling them down to his waist before securing it there by tying the arms.

He couldn't decide whether the lack of work was good or bad. With his other line of work leaving him in a safer financial place than most his age, he didn't need to work in the first place, but it kept him busy. Therefore, he concluded, a lack of work must be bad. Outside work, not his own stuff.

Catching himself mid thought, he realised that whilst he had been standing there thinking, someone had been waiting for him to come out. He panicked slightly at the prospect of losing work, and started to scramble from the back room.

"Yep! Yep, i'm here!" Altan called out, bursting through the door and stumbling to a halt behind the counter, leaning against it and trying to look casual despite being somewhat flustered.

"Ah, uh, howdy. How can I help ya?" He asked, beaming at the young man in front of him, and immediately coming to the decision that he had quite a cute face.