"Derrick," Paul calls across the empty store. He receives no response.
"Derrick, I need you to watch the front for my break!" he adds urgently. 'Lazy little shit is probably still smoking' he thinks unhappily to himself. Only taking a couple of steps he notices a pack of two chocolate cupcakes on the floor.
With a grunt, he reaches down and snatches it up. Chunks and crumbs rain out of a hole in the packaging onto the ground.
With a sigh Paul takes the time to pick them up,unconsciously rolling the crumbs into a ball between his thumb and finger. "Can't let the fucking ants have it!" he mutters at the floor.
"Who're you talking to?" Paul stands up and glares at Derrick who had just come through the back door. "Right on time!" Paul growls sarcastically, eliciting a dismissive grunt.
"Keep an eye on the front while I'm on break" Paul says gruffly as heads into the back office. Derrick merely grunts again.
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"DERRICK!" roars from behind Bryan. He spins around to see Paul standing near the cashier counter. His mountainous form dwarfs each of the towering displays around him.
"DERRICK I NEED YOU TO WATCH THE FRONT FOR MY BREAK!" he thunders, taking a large step forwards. His boot squeaks against the dirty linoleum. Fear of the frayed boots, stained with oil and other filth washes over the tiny man. Bryan turns to run, despite knowing it was useless. Two more squeaking thuds end with a confused grunt. Bryan, continuing to run, turns backwards. Paul seems to be staring directly at him, a look of concern on his gruff features. Bryan halts and begins to wave his arms, "Yess! Right here!" he cheers.
Paul reaches down, grease trapped in the fingerprint of his thick, calloused fingers. Bryan whimpers and steps backwards, bracing for impact from the massive hand. However it flies overhead and a loud crinkling sounds as Paul clasps his hand around a fallen pack of two chocolate cupcakes. Bryan is awed by how easily the large package is lifted. As it soars overhead, large chunks rain from a hole in the package. He screams in terror as crumbs many times his size crash down randomly.
Bryan, after discovering he had not been struck, is not given the chance to celebrate his luck. With a gusting sigh, Paul's begins pinching the crumbs between his huge fingers. Bryan shrieks as Paul's thumb smashes into him. The greasy cupcake pushes against his other side and he finds his movement restricted. Bryan moves with the rolling movement between the thumb and cake, but thankfully remains free of the sticky bits of food.
From here he cannot make out any words, but can feel vibrations every time Paul speaks thunderously.
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Paul drops into his aged office chair. It creaks in protest of the violent movement. He dismissively flicks the ball of crumbs into the trash. He is about to do the same with the cupcakes when his stomach growls loudly. His eyes flick to the package in hand as his mouth waters.
He had brought a lunch, but the cupcakes sounded pretty good right now!
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