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ketchup.
title. Ketchup
series. Insect, Eyeball, and Teddy Bear; The Legend of the Legendary Heroes; Tales of Legendia
warning. Rated G
summary. [Crossover/AU] Walter decides that he hates making sandwiches.
notes. Walter's life is suffering.
It's a fact of life that Tiir is a better cook out of sheer experience, always spending time at the kitchen counter making various treats and humble nutritional meals for their sister. He can whip up six different types of eggs; Walter can do two and a half. Tiir makes pancakes from scratch.
Walter throws ingredients onto a loaf of bread behind the counter at the store. Apparently, the customers like it, but few ask for him after receiving "the look" that made a baby cry once.
(He didn't apologize. Guriko never cried as a baby when she saw his face.)
What they don't realize is that it's his natural expression.
To Walter, everyone is the same. They're all consumers dictating their own meals while he makes them on the other side. He seldom judges their choices and focuses on ringing up the register, then washing his hands when that's done and over with. The consumer leaves, might return in a week or two, but is largely out of his life beyond his job.
Today, he makes a real "look" when a cluster of white comes down the line as he's rearranging bottles of sauce.
"Hey, can I have a sandwich with -- Walter?"
His grip on the red bottle tightens so suddenly that ketchup flies out of the tip and mars the tiled floor with an airy squeak. His hatred of Senel flares at the thought of having to clean it up after he just mopped the floor.
"We don't serve those," he snaps.
Senel quirks a brow.
"You don't serve sandwiches?"
"Get out."
"No, I want a sandwich."
"We're closed."
"There's still five minutes. Give me a sandwich, Walter."
There should be a limit to how many times someone can say "sandwich" in a span of ten seconds, because it makes him sound like an idiot.
He slams the bottle of ketchup onto the counter and demands Senel to order, and do it fast. To his credit, the sandwich escapes his wrath in its production, even if the simplicity of Senel's order irrationally elevates Walter's anger.
By the end of the line, he punches in the keys of the cash register with such force that they may as well have flown out and pierced Senel's eyes. Despite the obvious fuming, Senel pays with far too many coins and takes his sandwich so nonchalantly that Walter wants to leap over the counter and make him care. Fortunately, Senel is gone in a blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, Walter turns around and slips on the ketchup.
Clutching his throbbing head, he curses, then curses again when he notices the smear of red traveling up the back of his pant leg all the way to his lower back. The black apron, ironically, is spotless.
In all his three years of working at the store, Walter has never wielded the mop with such ferocity.
He comes home half an hour late in his ketchup-smeared glory.
Tiir regrets commenting on it when Walter shuts himself in the washroom and doesn't come out for an hour.
series. Insect, Eyeball, and Teddy Bear; The Legend of the Legendary Heroes; Tales of Legendia
warning. Rated G
summary. [Crossover/AU] Walter decides that he hates making sandwiches.
notes. Walter's life is suffering.
It's a fact of life that Tiir is a better cook out of sheer experience, always spending time at the kitchen counter making various treats and humble nutritional meals for their sister. He can whip up six different types of eggs; Walter can do two and a half. Tiir makes pancakes from scratch.
Walter throws ingredients onto a loaf of bread behind the counter at the store. Apparently, the customers like it, but few ask for him after receiving "the look" that made a baby cry once.
(He didn't apologize. Guriko never cried as a baby when she saw his face.)
What they don't realize is that it's his natural expression.
To Walter, everyone is the same. They're all consumers dictating their own meals while he makes them on the other side. He seldom judges their choices and focuses on ringing up the register, then washing his hands when that's done and over with. The consumer leaves, might return in a week or two, but is largely out of his life beyond his job.
Today, he makes a real "look" when a cluster of white comes down the line as he's rearranging bottles of sauce.
"Hey, can I have a sandwich with -- Walter?"
His grip on the red bottle tightens so suddenly that ketchup flies out of the tip and mars the tiled floor with an airy squeak. His hatred of Senel flares at the thought of having to clean it up after he just mopped the floor.
"We don't serve those," he snaps.
Senel quirks a brow.
"You don't serve sandwiches?"
"Get out."
"No, I want a sandwich."
"We're closed."
"There's still five minutes. Give me a sandwich, Walter."
There should be a limit to how many times someone can say "sandwich" in a span of ten seconds, because it makes him sound like an idiot.
He slams the bottle of ketchup onto the counter and demands Senel to order, and do it fast. To his credit, the sandwich escapes his wrath in its production, even if the simplicity of Senel's order irrationally elevates Walter's anger.
By the end of the line, he punches in the keys of the cash register with such force that they may as well have flown out and pierced Senel's eyes. Despite the obvious fuming, Senel pays with far too many coins and takes his sandwich so nonchalantly that Walter wants to leap over the counter and make him care. Fortunately, Senel is gone in a blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, Walter turns around and slips on the ketchup.
Clutching his throbbing head, he curses, then curses again when he notices the smear of red traveling up the back of his pant leg all the way to his lower back. The black apron, ironically, is spotless.
In all his three years of working at the store, Walter has never wielded the mop with such ferocity.
He comes home half an hour late in his ketchup-smeared glory.
Tiir regrets commenting on it when Walter shuts himself in the washroom and doesn't come out for an hour.