The Shark's Head

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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Cain was waste deep in paperwork. He had been working for hours now, trying to make heads or tails of the invoices, employee wages, and other important things to file taxes. He was so focused in his work, that he did not notice the women who approached the office. Her voice was soft and sweet, but Cain was still slightly startled by her hello. It was rare form for him to be working so hard, and he was slightly embarrassed to be caught doing so. He might give off the wrong impression and cause her to think he was some kind of hard a**.

Putting down the paper he was reading, he stepped over the pages on the floor until he was in front of the women. “You must be Miss Sinclaire.” Cain had looked over his employees, and she matches the description he was given. He extended his bony hand to her. “I was hired to look over the place. Please, call me Cain. I’m sure it will be a pleasure working with you.” Acting professional was draining to him, but he was on the job. The act failed him rather quickly though. “You ah… took a really early shift. Did you manage to eat before you left home?” He rubbed the back of his skull with his free hand shyly.

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.~. Mood: She's gorgeous and I'm acting like an idiot .~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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Cain was staring like an idiot. The only two people he had met so far on the island were Yang and Innogene. While he liked both of them quite a lot, they were both rather out of this world. Yang was a little ball of energy Cain was coming to view like a little sister, and Innogene had all the allure and danger of a cobra, but Edin. Edin was so real. She worked as a waitress, and had a cat. He almost forgot what it was like to meet someone who was so connected to the real world.

“Heh.. Your cat must be pretty clawsome.” He responded, unable to met her eyes as he made the terrible pun. He wanted to make her laugh, and perhaps that wasn’t the joke to do it, but it was the start of a long quest to try. “If you're ever hungry… You don’t even need to ask.” Cain made a gesture that said he would take care of it. Many people were shy when they first met someone, and won’t let them buy a meal. Edin wouldn’t work her shift hungry as long as he was in charge. Cain peeked out at all the people. The restaurant was as popular as ever, but he selfishly didn’t want Edin to go. Quickly, he searched for a topic that might keep her around. He pointed behind him with his thumb at the papers. “Would you mind? I am trying to get everything together for taxes. It’s… a total mess.”

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.~. Mood: She's gorgeous and I'm acting like an idiot .~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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She laughed. She totally laughed at the bad cat pun. Cain was floating on air. Edin peaked when he did at the restaurant, so surely she was as aware as he was that it was busy, and of course they could use her help. Hopefully, she didn’t sense that something was up. Cain knelt down next to her and was starting picking up papers next to her. She seemed to think it was her fault, and even if it was, he would never let her think that.

“You came just at the right mew-ment.” He said, making another cat pun, this time smiling straight at her. “I was almost working to hard.” He chuckled. As long as she was here, she would be getting paid, so he didn’t mind taking up her time. Perhaps she needed someone to slack off with as well. He put a stack of papers up on the desk. How do you ask a girl to stay and not sound like a creepy boss? Or get fired for harassment or something.

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.~. Mood: She's gorgeous and I'm acting like an idiot .~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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She was laughing, and making cat pun right back at him. He was laughing as well. It was so cheesy, but he was enjoying having her around. Cain frowned as she went and put on her apron. He was going to have to let her do the job she was hired to do. What a horrible boss he was. When she made her comment about the college kids, Cain didn’t know what to say. That isn’t entirely try. He wanted to say he’d beat the living daylights out of anyone that was rude to her, but that definitely wasn’t appropriate. “This isn’t some sports bar, and I will not allow rudeness to be directed towards my employees.” Was what he went with. That was true, he wouldn’t tolerate it towards anyone, but he wondered if she knew.

He sat at his desk and looked back at his papers. “Come back if you have any problems. Or questions.” Or if you want to slack off, but he didn’t say that part. Although his mind would be on work, he would be looking out for her in his peripherals the best he could.

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.~. Mood:Protective .~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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Cain would certainly teach any trouble makers some manners. They wouldn’t come to his establishment and cause a ruckus unless they wanted to have a really bad time. He smiled as she saluted him. It was silly, and he laughed quietly as she left, his eyes going back to the papers. That was something he would have done, if it was reversed. Once she was gone, he looked back up to find her. Looked like she had a table with a father and some kids, not rowdy teenagers. Surely she would be fine. Looking down at his work, he felt extremely sleepy. To work this long and hard was unlike him, but he wanted to stay away and watch after Edin.

She was running around, bringing her tables drinks and placing their orders. He should give her a raise, he mused. Leaning back in his chair, the purple of his eyes faded away, and he started to doze off, a paper he was holding falling over his skull. His best attempt to stay focused, all for nought.

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.~. Mood:Too relaxed.~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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All of a sudden, Cain was away and looking up. The blazing purple fire returning to his eyes. Edin was standing over him, with her hair down. For a moment, he thought he had finally died and she was an angle. Reality sank in rather quickly. “I was just taking a cat nap.” He said. Slowly he peaked around. Everything seemed to be running smoothly. He wondered how long he had been asleep. “I’m sorry Edin. I shouldn’t be dozing off while you are working so hard.” He rubbed the back of his skull. He got out of his chair and offered it to her with both hands. Then he turned on the little mini fan at the end of the desk, to blow a pathetic amount of air her way if she decided to sit. “Enjoy and extra long break. I’ll go deal with things for a bit.”

Cain left his hoodie hanging on the door and grabbed an apron, tieing it around the back of his backbone. He probably looked strange to the customers, but he didn’t care must. You should never feel ashamed about working in a business you are running. He wasn’t pretty like Edin, so he doubted he would make good tips, but all the tips he did get he would be adding to her pay, anyway.

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.~. Mood:Too relaxed.~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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Cain

It's just Cain, Alright?

Don't ask too many questions.

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Cain was placing some refills down on a table when he noticed a waiter carrying way too much then he can handle. It was an accident waiting to happen, unsafe for his staff and his customers. He was in hot pursuit of the man, ready to scold him and catch the falling plates when the inevitable happened. Just like he foresaw, the man slipped and dropped all the dishes his was holding. Before Cain could make a move, the dishes started floating all by themselves into the sink. Cain was taken aback, scanning the kitchen before his eyes found Edin with her hand raised. His eyes met hers for a moment, and he instantly knew.

Before he could see her, he had to take care of anyone else who had seen. Cain moved quickly, his bony hands connecting with the plates to make it look like he was the one putting them in the sink. The waiter was to dazed to realize what had happened, and it happened so fast that the rest of the staff would only see him. Cain picked the boy up and made sure he was okay, giving him a good lecture about safety and taking on more than he could handle.

Cain moved to the office and closed the door behind him, he was still standing against it, so no one else could come in, but his eyes were focused on Edin. He wasn’t scared, or angry with what she had done. He was scared what the others would think of her. As he looked at her, he thought perhaps he was overreacting. He was a walking skeleton after all, and the island seemed to have many other magical creatures living on it. He, however, didn’t care if he didn’t have any friends, and Edin seemed like she was trying to live a normal life. He just wanted to protect her, but he couldn’t put all that into words. What if he gave her negative reinforcement and made her scared of herself?

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.~. Mood:Over Protective.~. Company: Edin .~. Cash: $970 .~. Outfit: Apron, Jeans, Sneakers .~.

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