Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 12:54:57 GMT -5
523 | OPEN | cuties.
Baby it's not alright; the second that you turn your back she'll be outta sight. Baby she'll break your heart, the second that you spend the night apart. How could you do it? Oh, how could you walk away from everything we made? How could you do it? Oh, you better watch yourself: I think that girl's insane.
Whatever the reason, every single creature that called Magical Menagerie home was absolutely buzzing with activity when Jackson unlocked the front door that morning. Every chirp, purr, growl, bark, and honk imaginable could be heard as he walked through the otherwise empty store from the front door. Every single aisle was alive, in the metaphorical sense of the word, practically buzzing with excitement, although over what Jackson had absolutely no idea. All he knew was that it seemed that all of his "children" were all too elated to see him this morning, reaching out to snuggle into his hand as he scratched behind their ears or licking his hand clean from the treat that had suddenly appeared there.
He couldn't remember exactly when he had taken a particular liking to animals and creatures of all shape and size, so perhaps he had simply been born that way. It would make sense, to have it in his blood, considering his father and his grandfather and his grandfather's father and so on had owned this shop for years. It was just something he had always known. He could still recall the first time he had held a dog, a cat, an owl, and a toad, the first time he had watched owlets hatch from their eggs... Those seemed to be the memories of his childhood that stood out most in his mind. He was perfectly alright with that. They were always happy ones.
As he tucked away his coat and bag, Jackson flicked his wand this way and that, setting up the store for the day. He heard the ruffle of the curtains being drawn back, the creak of cage doors and the tinkling of food being poured as all of the animals were fed for the morning. The "OPEN" sign tapped against the window as it was turned around, indicating that yet another day for business had begun. He smiled to himself as he scratched one of the owls behind the head, Old Jeremiah, who happened to be old as sin and had lived in the shop as long as he had ever been around. He cooed softly, rumpling his feathers as Jackson walked to the cash register, the money already counting itself for the day and settling into the till.
Jackson was just taking a seat on his stool as he heard the front door of the shop click open, the brass bell tinkling brightly as it was struck. He peered around the register to catch a glimpse of his first customer of the day but did not move further. He customers often enjoyed taking a peek around the shop themselves before Jackson came bounding out of the woodwork to their aid (with the utmost goal of making a sale, of course). Business was business. Jackson couldn't say no to a few more Knuts in his pocket.
Slowly he rose, walking around the edge of the counter to the aisle where it seemed the patron had stopped. A winning smile settled on his lips as he pushed his hair back from his face. "Good morning, can I help you find anything?"
He couldn't remember exactly when he had taken a particular liking to animals and creatures of all shape and size, so perhaps he had simply been born that way. It would make sense, to have it in his blood, considering his father and his grandfather and his grandfather's father and so on had owned this shop for years. It was just something he had always known. He could still recall the first time he had held a dog, a cat, an owl, and a toad, the first time he had watched owlets hatch from their eggs... Those seemed to be the memories of his childhood that stood out most in his mind. He was perfectly alright with that. They were always happy ones.
As he tucked away his coat and bag, Jackson flicked his wand this way and that, setting up the store for the day. He heard the ruffle of the curtains being drawn back, the creak of cage doors and the tinkling of food being poured as all of the animals were fed for the morning. The "OPEN" sign tapped against the window as it was turned around, indicating that yet another day for business had begun. He smiled to himself as he scratched one of the owls behind the head, Old Jeremiah, who happened to be old as sin and had lived in the shop as long as he had ever been around. He cooed softly, rumpling his feathers as Jackson walked to the cash register, the money already counting itself for the day and settling into the till.
Jackson was just taking a seat on his stool as he heard the front door of the shop click open, the brass bell tinkling brightly as it was struck. He peered around the register to catch a glimpse of his first customer of the day but did not move further. He customers often enjoyed taking a peek around the shop themselves before Jackson came bounding out of the woodwork to their aid (with the utmost goal of making a sale, of course). Business was business. Jackson couldn't say no to a few more Knuts in his pocket.
Slowly he rose, walking around the edge of the counter to the aisle where it seemed the patron had stopped. A winning smile settled on his lips as he pushed his hair back from his face. "Good morning, can I help you find anything?"
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