- > Be painted fluff cart owner.
- > Talking with a customer.
- > Or trying to at least; his street pidgin is terrible.
- > After a minute or two, you flip on a babel app.
- > He wants a flank mark for his pet fluffy.
- > Simple and straightforward, it's the standard commision from which you make your living.
- > Hand him a touch-screen, let him flip through designs.
- > Less than half a minute passes, he chooses a rose.
- > Don't complain, simple is good, simple is fast.
- > Quote him the price.
- > He seems incredulous.
- "You are deceiving me. Of which you spoke additional hairy could be purchased in quantities."
- > You tell him so could paper.
- > Explain that the price is for the service and skill, rather than for the mark itself.
- > He argues that it's just a rose.
- > After a few minutes of haggling via translation software, you come to a price.
- > Primarily motivated out of annoyance, honestly.
- > You begin discussing a time for him to bring his fluffy in.
- > He holds up his hand and darts away.
- > A minute later he comes back with a pet carrier, a fat light blue fluffy snoring inside.
- > Your annoyance grows.
- > Ask him when last it ate.
- "Your concerns are not. The hairy is filled with pastas and very delicious feedings to purchase sleep."
- > Smile and nod, while idly considering turning the profanity filter on.
- > You pull the blue fluffy out of its carrier.
- > It yawns, dumbly looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
- "Shall we worship?"
- > Qirin, your pet unicorn fluffy, trots over.
- "You are wrong and foolishly soft. Father is going to Reggae music and wonderful paintings make."
- > You snort; the translation software isn't optimized for fluffy speech.
- > Also, their conversation is being repeated in a deep male baritone.
- > The blue fluffy looks around, confused.
- "Who is that? What is invisible witchcraft saying? Where is softness? Where father?"
- > You point the fluff at it's owner, who is wandering over to some of the other stalls in the market.
- > He looks back and waves, before turning back to a music vendor.
- > Better get started then.
- > Unfortunately, judging by the weight and feel of the rotund fluff, this isn't going to be a clean one.
- > Put on smock and gloves.
- > Standard latex rather than the rapid-set microtouch gel.
- > Less flexibility and sensitivity, but quality has lost out to time and money for this task.
- > Lay down plastic around your work area.
- > Now to get this over with.
- > Pull out a plastic bag.
- > Quickly wrap it around the bottom half of the blue fluffy, securing it with a rubber band.
- > It immediately begins whining.
- "What is man to do? No. I don't need comfortably soft loose-fitteng pants. Why?"
- > In a single motion you wrap it's forelegs with another rubber band, before placing it on the counter.
- "What? No. This isn't the same. No. Stop it."
- > You bend down to a nearby drawer.
- > Qirin gives a frightened yip, and bolts to the front of the cart.
- > The blue fluffy grows more panicked.
- "I do not like this. I want to knit."
- > Hit a switch, changing the cart lighting to a dark red glow.
- "No. This isn't the same as soft. The wet softness is leaving."
- > Suddenly leap up howling, wearing an ogre mask and banging a metal pan with a wooden stick.
- > The fluffy screams.
- > Switch the lights back to normal, wait a minute.
- > Pull the struggling fluffy out of the now stinking bag, and quickly strap it into the work harness.
- > With one hand, flick on the electric razor and shave off a round patch of fluff on its left hind-leg.
- "No. What is this which is happening? I want to have a father. You are a terrible devil. No."
- > Still holding the squirming fluffy with your left hand, grab the marking gun.
- > Begin scribing a rose on its flank.
- > Even with it's recent evacuation, you're still having to dodge the spray from its hindquarters.
- "No what knit soft go go father soft craft puppies bad no what how leave no Reggae bad-"
- > Should have turned off the translator.
- > Three minutes later it's done.
- > Spray the shaved and marked flank with a disinfecting agent.
- > Crack a chemical heating pad, pull off the plastic film on the adhesive side, and slap it on the hindleg.
- > Pull the squawling fluffy free from the harness.
- > Back into its carrier.
- > You generally tell owners to bring a blanket and some toys.
- > Oh well.
- > Gather up the filthy plastic, throw in your rec bin.
- > Toss gloves and apron into sink, turn on the hot water and let it go.
- > Sit back down, let out a long exhausted sigh.
- > Glance over at the carrier.
- > Make a disgruntled noise.
- > Lean out of your cart, flag down the one of your neighbors.
- > Buy a cheap shirt.
- > Toss into the carrier.
- > Fluffy scurries underneath it, hiding.
- > Twenty minutes later his owner comes back, carrying his purchases.
- > He smiles as you tell him everything went fine, and that he should take the heating patch off in a day or two.
- "Very large, I have appreciation. Now ask, would like for the other leg to be a skull. You can perform?"
- > He holds up cash.
- > Well, at least it should be cleaner this time.
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