[While Josh's request hadn't been a job assignment, Oboro understood the logic behind it. The more he knew how to do, the more versatile he'd be for employment. That much would have been enough to get him to Jefferson's shop, but knowing how much Josh was willing to help him, Oboro couldn't help but return the sentiment.
So he'd show up promptly at eight in the morning, to knock at the shop's door.]
[ Jefferson is less than pleased by this arrangement Josh set up. He'd only been messing with the angel before, when he suggested he get free labor under the guise of 'job training'! It's not as if he even gets enough business to warrant extra bodies around his shop. But now he's trapped in this arrangement, so he might as well seize the opportunity to somehow profit from it.
How he'll do that... Well. Depends on who the Reform Branch sends to him.
Luckily for his new 'mentee,' Jefferson's already in his workshop when the boy comes knocking. (His upstairs apartment has some sort of curse on it that leads to him getting lost every time he tries to leave. It tends to take a while to find his way down to the shop, most days.) He opens the door with a dramatic flourish, then looks at the kid with a little frown. A little young to be dead and in Hell, this one. ]
[Jefferson's performance would be met with a blank stare. Oboro wasn't exactly sure how to react to it - so he didn't. Instead he gave a slight nod of his head as formal greetings.]
Hello. My name is Oboro, I've been sent to study under the owner of this shop. [Which he assumed was this guy, but he didn't want to appear rude by saying as much.] Thank you for having me. [Maybe he should have extended his hand, but the boy still hadn't quite grasped the timing of that gesture.
I see. It's nice to meet you. [Oboro expected his youth to be a concern for many, but he dealt with the issue by never prompting it himself. If he didn't act like a child, no one would treat him like one - or that was the idea.
On the occasions his age did come up, he'd spend as little time on the subject as possible.]
I'm in limbo. [He corrected Jefferson as he walked inside. Taking a look around, absolutely nothing was familiar. He'd seen this style of clothing on some residents around town, but that was the extent of his experience.] Where would you like me to start?
Ah! Limbo. Well, that's not so bad. [ Somehow, that makes Jefferson feel better. Apparently, the shreds of decency in him were unsettled by the idea that a kid would be damned for all eternity. Who knew he had it in him?
He walks a few paces into his shop, then pauses in his steps. The boy wants to get right to work? Jefferson has no idea where to begin. He was hoping to stall as long as he could. ]
Whyyyy don't we start wiiithhh... [ As if drawing words out will help him out here. ] ...what you know already. What skills do you have?
Mmn. ['Not so bad' was one way of putting 'actually pretty nice', Oboro supposed.
He was told to come here and work, so that was what he intended to do. Even if the request hadn't come from Josh - a man he was dedicated to - Oboro wasn't one to shirk or stall when it came to labor.
Jefferson's question was a sensible place to start, though, so Oboro would curb his assertiveness. He looked around again, trying to spot anything he recognized. He found nothing - he'd have to start with more general skills.]
I know the basics of cooking, I've been practicing with a knife, I'm adept with housekeeping, I can tend to animals, and I have fairly good aim. [He rattled off the list with confidence, though he wasn't sure how any of that would help in a workshop like this.]
I've used a needle, but not on clothes. [And that was all the detail he needed to give, wasn't it?
There was no point in delving into his time as a hospital orderly, working as an assistant to sew wounds shut. Though, he'd completed most of his assignments there without complaint.] I have a very steady hand, so I'm confident that I can learn. [Oboro added the assurance with confidence. He'd always taken care to be precise, and if he could sew skin, surely clothes wouldn't be too difficult.]
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So he'd show up promptly at eight in the morning, to knock at the shop's door.]
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How he'll do that... Well. Depends on who the Reform Branch sends to him.
Luckily for his new 'mentee,' Jefferson's already in his workshop when the boy comes knocking. (His upstairs apartment has some sort of curse on it that leads to him getting lost every time he tries to leave. It tends to take a while to find his way down to the shop, most days.) He opens the door with a dramatic flourish, then looks at the kid with a little frown. A little young to be dead and in Hell, this one. ]
Oh. Hello.
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Hello. My name is Oboro, I've been sent to study under the owner of this shop. [Which he assumed was this guy, but he didn't want to appear rude by saying as much.] Thank you for having me. [Maybe he should have extended his hand, but the boy still hadn't quite grasped the timing of that gesture.
So he simply waited for direction.]
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[ Then, he moves out of the way to usher Oboro into the shop. ]
You're awfully young for Hell.
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On the occasions his age did come up, he'd spend as little time on the subject as possible.]
I'm in limbo. [He corrected Jefferson as he walked inside. Taking a look around, absolutely nothing was familiar. He'd seen this style of clothing on some residents around town, but that was the extent of his experience.] Where would you like me to start?
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He walks a few paces into his shop, then pauses in his steps. The boy wants to get right to work? Jefferson has no idea where to begin. He was hoping to stall as long as he could. ]
Whyyyy don't we start wiiithhh... [ As if drawing words out will help him out here. ] ...what you know already. What skills do you have?
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He was told to come here and work, so that was what he intended to do. Even if the request hadn't come from Josh - a man he was dedicated to - Oboro wasn't one to shirk or stall when it came to labor.
Jefferson's question was a sensible place to start, though, so Oboro would curb his assertiveness. He looked around again, trying to spot anything he recognized. He found nothing - he'd have to start with more general skills.]
I know the basics of cooking, I've been practicing with a knife, I'm adept with housekeeping, I can tend to animals, and I have fairly good aim. [He rattled off the list with confidence, though he wasn't sure how any of that would help in a workshop like this.]
APOLOGIES. This tag got lost in the shuffle
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But he suspects that if he uses the kid as a glorified housekeeper, Josh will hear of it and then pester him some more.
Jefferson truly is the victim here. ]
Oh. All right. So... have you ever used a needle and thread?
its all good ;u;
There was no point in delving into his time as a hospital orderly, working as an assistant to sew wounds shut. Though, he'd completed most of his assignments there without complaint.] I have a very steady hand, so I'm confident that I can learn. [Oboro added the assurance with confidence. He'd always taken care to be precise, and if he could sew skin, surely clothes wouldn't be too difficult.]