Time for Orientation (New Employees)

Seika gulped in a giant breath of air so that her cheeks puffed out and held it, her eyes looking toward Aphelia's direction, searching for guidance. Through their bond link, she asked nonverbally what to do next, and the cat glanced back at her mage, unable to hold back a laugh at the sight. "Seika, what are you doing?" The spirit asked before hopping up onto the stack of books and containers the girl was carrying, until she was balanced precariously nose to nose with the mage. Then in one smooth movement, the feline smacked both of her paws against the girl's cheeks, forcing out the puff of air but dodging it as it came. Aphelia landed back on the ground, in typical catlike fashion, arranging herself in a very proper sitting position. Meanwhile, Seika had dropped the items in her hands in shock and was currently blinking in confusion. A moment later, she sprung into movement again, groaning as she crouched down to recollect everything, rubbing the left side of her face against her shoulder. "Aphi, that hurt," she complained, although it hadn't, really, or the spirit would have felt that, too, through their bond. "Besides, what was that for? You said to take a deep breath," Seika crinkled her nose in annoyance. Sitting idly by, Aphelia had a hard time not laughing, and it showed on her face, the brown and white spotted cat shaking with barely held in humor. "Yes, I told you to breathe. Not hold it like a pufferfish. You can't whistle like that," the cat said, her tone patently patient, while in reality, she was brimming with amusement at Seika's expense. Naturally, the human girl could feel it, and she was just left pouting in exasperation, again.

"Okay, well, whatever! So I can't impress Mister Laspor with my whistling! Hopefully the treats I made are still okay," Seika peered worriedly at the two containers full of baked goods that she had worked on in preparation for today. They were just cupcakes, pound cake sliced evenly and drizzled with glaze, that sort of thing. Her favorite happened to be the sugar cookies, since she felt like there was absolutely no way to dislike them. But maybe they would have the opposite impression after being tossed around, their cases impacting the cement with not exactly a small amount of force. Gravity was a pain sometimes. "It'll be fine, Seika, stop worrying," Aphelia groaned before standing on all four paws and beginning to walk alongside Seika again now that she had all of her items balanced again. "You also didn't need to bring so many books on mixology. You already know enough recipes, he's not going to be impressed if you have to look up how to make something cool," she said plainly. Seika wasn't so sure. "But if I wanna make like, that magical galaxy changing flame cocktail, I have to have the incantation right," she said, but it wasn't anything Aphelia hadn't heard before. "Whatever. I think you should leave all of that in a dumpster before we go inside, though." Seika chose not to respond, even though she wanted to flood the air with all of her concerns and worries. Aphelia would just say she was overly anxious again.

Finally, after what seemed like ages of walking, they made it to Boomslang. Even though Aphelia could have technically teleported them straight to the address, she had instead aimed for a block over in the capitol and encouraged (read: commanded) Seika to walk for a few reasons. First of all, after instantenous travel, the mage always became very sick, and despite all of the feline's reassurances that Seika wouldn't have any problems getting a position, Aphelia thought it would be a bad idea to have her throw up all over Ahote Laspor's probably extremely expensive shoes. In addition, her nerves had more time to calm down during the walk, and Aphelia had more time to convince her to throw away those books and bakery that she was clutching onto like a lifeline. "Okay, Seika, it's time to put the stuff away and go inside," Aphelia felt like a mother trying to separate her child on the first day of school. Of course, the spirit had no intention of leaving Seika's side. She shifted into the shape of a dog, as much as she disliked canine forms. Now with a collar (those were detestable too, but it was for the cause) that read Aphi, Comfort Dog, she accompanied Seika through the doors, wincing when she realized that the girl still hadn't let go of the stupid things she was carrying.

Inside Seika's head, she had been full of doubt concerning this whole ordeal. However, as soon as she saw someone inside, with his really pretty uniform vest thing and holding a cup of coffee, she dropped everything she was carrying (again) and immediately sprinted over to the man, putting her arms on the counter and leaning towards him with curiosity. "Wow! You're so pretty! Who are you?" Seika peered up at his face, with beautiful golden eyes, perfect skin, and hair that looked like uh... something really beautiful. It was like, that messy elegant style. Seika wanted to take a picture.

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Seika beamed at the man winningly, but when he refused to tell her his name, instead opting to slide over to her his cup of coffee, her face fell slightly. However, it was then that she realized he had given her his coffee, indeed! Breaking into another huge smile, she clapped and made a happy noise before picking it up and peering inside. Tentatively, Seika stuck out her tongue and lapped across the top of it, a bit like a cat. Aphelia had taught her this was the best way to drink anything, because that way it wouldn't be too hot, thanks to the air cooling it off. She continued to peer at the man, hiding most of her face behind the object in her hands. Suddenly, the door was slammed open by another person.

Wait, another person? Yay! Seika made a move to go clap her hands, only to drop the cup and have it splatter across the floor, spilling coffee completely over herself. Coughing to hide her laughter in the corner, Aphelia turned away stoically and pretended to be consumed by a fit of low cough barking, hacking as though she were throwing up a fur ball. Seika flashed the stranger a smile before quickly ducking down and crouching under the level of the counter with wide eyes. She began to try to mop the coffee up, ignoring whatever was happening up there for now. Apparently there was trumpet music playing?? Seika hummed along out loud as her sweater became more and more splotched with the espresso until she would probably smell like java for days.

Finally having finished that, Seika strategically moved her feet just a little bit so that she was hiding the newly formed stain marks on the floor. Still wincing a little bit, she glared in Aphelia's direction, but the dog was studiously ignoring her eyes, instead staring at the wall. Both of them turned to look, though, when another person opened the doors. She heard a voice say something, but Seika was once again distracted by the end of the second man's music. He said no need to hold her applause? That meant... um, she could hold it if she wanted? Hesitatingly, Seika clapped with a questioning look on her face. Would she get in trouble for applauding? She had really forgotten what hold meant, did it mean to have the clapping or to not have the clapping happen?

Her attention went back to the door as she heard it shut behindt he newcomer. She was also really pretty! Wow, all of these people were so pretty. Seika forgot all about covering up the coffee splatter for a moment and dashed over to the door, where she would try to grab the stranger's hands in her own fingers. "Woah, you have really nice eyes. And you have cool hair! Are you related to him? Are you two getting married? Can I name your child?" What had she asked for... the wifi password? Seika lit up excitedly. "I know the wifi password! Back home, it's always 357QRS," she recited proudly, glad to have remembered it from so long ago. "I'm so glad I can help you! When you two have a child, let me name them, okay?" Provided that this girl and the first man weren't related. Or if they were related! Seika... Seika didn't judge. Would their kids' eyes be orange? That was how colors worked, she was sure. Red and gold made orange?

Just then, the man commanded for them to sit down, and Seika squeaked before turning back around. At the man's words, her butt immediately hit the floor with a slight thump and a shot of pain through her spine. "Yes! Uh, sit! Um..." Her eyes had caught the coffee mark again, and she sucked a breath in through her teeth again. Pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek, Seika gave all of them a wave and a smile as she slowly scooted all the way back over there until she was covering it again. Oh, but she couldn't really see the talking man from here. Praying that they didn't take note, she waved a hand quickly over the floor, coating it with a bit of magic to make it look like all the rest. Then, tucking her hands behind her back and pretending as though she hadn't just slid her way across the room on the floor, Seika hopped up onto a bar stool and angled it so she could see all of them at once. Her vision immediately tunneled in on a movement nearby, though.

"Wooah," Seika leaned forward in her newly found seat as the pale haired man brushed the hair away from his eyes. They were even more golden than she had thought! "So pretty," she breathed, before realizing her eyes were stinging from dryness. She had been staring for too long. Blinking a few times, Seika then went back to looking, transfixed, at him. "You look so cool! So serious and stuff!" She applauded enthusiastically.

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