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Tommy had a lot of work today. He finally finished his internship at that cafe and he will be paid more.
Tommy, of course, is not complaining, but he is very unhappy with the increase in rent, and food prices, and, in principle, for all goods in stores.
But everything will be great! He has a job at a cafe and his job at a pawn shop. How grateful he is to Q for taking him to the lambshop, most of his money come from there. However, not only items obtained legally are brought there.
Working in the pawn shop was nervously, as a piglin's hybrid, it was painful for Tommy to see him get his hands on gold and immediately get rid of it. He has to ignore his instincts, that's normal, he can handle it.
He's 40 years old! He is practically an adult by piglin standards, but for his boss at the diner, he is 160. The strange legislation of the place where he lives considers that piglins reach maturity at the age of 180 years. Although Tommy feels and looks quite grown up!
In any case, his shift is almost over, which means he can soon go home, get some sleep and go back to work. Since he is not a full-time summer worker, he does not work full time, there are only 10 minutes left and he is free.
The doorbell rings. Well, of course, someone had to come at the very end of his shift. A man with a strange T-shirt and leather jacket looked around the establishment. His long pink hair got into his eyes, but he immediately removed it.
"What will you order sir?" - Tommy asked, he hoped that it would be some kind of donut that was on display, and he wouldn’t have to cook anything.
The man looked at the menu for a second and said:
“I’ll have black coffee and 2 raisin buns” - Great, Tommy washed and cleaned the coffee machine just before the Pink guy arrived.
"It will be 12.35 Sir, will you pay by card or cash? We also accept Applepay"
“I’ll pay by card” - the strange guy quickly took out his wallet, and while Tommy filled out the amount on the terminal, he was already waiting for the card to be applied.
“The payment has been processed, please wait,” Tommy muttered and immediately went to make coffee, this visitor and his look at Tommy gives me goosebumps.
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"Your order is ready sir!" - Tommy shouted into the hall, waiting for the pink-haired guy. He approached Tommy as soon as he was called. He took from him the pre-assembled package that Tommy had collected.
The man just stood there for a few seconds, as if thinking about something.
"Can I see your Brute?"
What
Tommy was never asked about his Brute. Because of course Tommy must have it, someone must take care of him. But Tommy didn’t have it, but Tommy was fine, he’s doing great on his own.
"Sorry what?" - Tommy answered quickly.
“Your Brute, I would like to talk to them. Find out if they allow you to work at that age,” said the strange guy.
“Hmm, if you have any complaints, you can contact Puffy, the owner of the cafe. Unfortunately, I will not provide you with my personal data as security measures,” Tommy came up with the most plausible excuse, he won’t tell every random Piglin that he does not have Brute.
The man was silent again for a few seconds and blurted out: “I’ll be back later,” and I’ll tell you, he turned around and left the cafe.
Wow, another difficult client behind us, now all Tommy has to do is clean up and go home.
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He was able to rest a little at home, fortunately there was heating in his room and he was not freezing, November was soon beginning and he needed to think about updating his winter clothes, the last one had already become small.
Although he had slept quite a bit of time, he still felt tired, it was very strange, he watched his diet, slept at night and during the day, he did not understand why he felt this way.
He was tired to some extent over the past few months; in the summer it was not so noticeable, because he had more free time. But now he feels like he's working in a convenience store, seven days a week.
He would like to go to the doctor and find out from them what the problem could be. But they would again start asking questions like “Where is your guardian?” , “Tommy, you should be with your family, your health is not very good.” Which Tommy didn't want to answer. He had enough stress from communicating with that Piglin from the cafe.
In any case, he should already get ready and go to the lambart, Tommy hoped that at least he would have an uneventful day there.
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The evening was not bad, his successor will come soon, and the only unusual thing was a bird hybrid, which ran here laughing, threw a ring with an emerald on the table and said that he would give it for 5 bucks.
Tommy checked and it was a real emerald, or this guy was crazy, or Tommy was incredibly unlucky and would have to deal with a friend or relative of the guy whose ring he gave away.
Ah, it looks like the second option was correct. The bell notified Tommy about a new client, and he heard a painfully familiar voice.
“Sorry to bother you, but was here a guy in a yellow sweatshirt, curly brown hair and a hat?” The man immediately stopped when he saw Tommy.
"I seriously need to talk to your Brute, you shouldn't even be working one job, let alone two!" - he said irritably - “please give me their number, I need to have a conversation with them”
Tommy didn't think this dude would be so obsessive. Maybe if he asked to deal with this Q, and this man leave Tommy alone.
“Sorry sir, I can’t give you this information, but you can talk to my boss Quackity if you have any questions, he’s in his office upstairs right now,” Tommy pointed the man to the stairs behind him.
The man looked at Tommy for a long time with a strange and incomprehensible look, he turned away and headed towards the stairs. Tommy hoped that Q would deal with this guy quickly.
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About an hour passed and the man walked back down to the main part of the building, he looked surprisingly calm and content, he looked at Tommy with an interested look.
“Gold ring with a big emerald, I know you have it” - The man laid out two stacks of money in front of Tommy, both in the region of 2 thousand.
Tommy checked several bills to see if they were dirty, and showed the man several gold rings with emeralds that they had. The man chose what the funny guy had brought earlier, of course. Tommy immediately gave the ring to the man.
“I’m Technoblade, I’ll come later in a few days, but for now, goodbye Tommy,” the man left the building, cold sweat poured down Tommy’s face, he hoped that everything would be fine with him.