#&wheein

“Wheein...please...give me like two seconds...”

Panting, Jimin was filling order after order. It was a Saturday afternoon, the time when everyone was out and about and stopped into stores at their whims. As a new shop, Mukashi-Kara was getting extra special attention on its first Saturday open to the public. Person after person, group after group came into the shop, making noise, buying things. There was a lot happening. Especially a lot of sound. It was hard on Jimin’s sensitive ears.

Yet between his brother and himself, the two managed the crowd and made sale upon sale. Eiji would be ecstatic about the profits, Jimin was certain of that much. Jimin himself was just happy to see so many happy faces filling his shop and leaving it, satisfied. It was several long minutes, 15, before the rush suddenly died down to the usual trickle, with just a handful of people remaining in the shop.

Finally, Jimin turned with a happy but exhausted smile to Wheein. His favorite customer.

@mpxwheein

All the prep work had been finished the night before. The floor was sparking (Jimin couldn’t stop sweeping it nervously), the counter tops laden with mochi and wagashi of all kind, pre-packaged boxes, individuals, and little flower decorations here and there. The twins had taken care to make it look as much like home as they could. It had paid off; the new Mukashi-Kara looked absolutely incredible, even if it wasn’t exactly like home.

Now it was time for opening day! Jimin had barely slept the night before from the excitement, but that didn’t seem to dampen his enthusiasm. Rather, he seemed overtired, ready to take on customers with exhausted motivation.

After a deep breath and a twitch of the ears, Jimin stepped up to the front doors of the shop (Jimin had made sure to get new Japanese-style sliding doors put in). His apron was tied on carefully, the name of the shop painted in careful Kanji across it. As he slid the doors open, he found a girl standing right outside the shop.

The day is unseasonably warm but the breeze is just chilly enough to send a shiver down Yako’s back. The girl curses the cool autumn air; it had been warm in her apartment but being outside for a little bit had proved just cold enough to warrant a sweater. It just so happens that Yako doesn’t have a sweater on hand, and standing in the sun only does so much to keep her warm

Instead of heading back to her apartment to get a sweater (because really, she has much better things to do), Yako looks into the shops she passes on the street to see if any have warm drinks or sunny indoor spots to curl up in away from the chill autumn breeze. The first promising thing she spots is a beam of sunshine inside of a flower shop, just big enough for a much smaller Yako. Good think she has a solution for that particular problem.

The place where a full-sized Yako had stood only a moment before is now occupied by a calico kitten, looking far too proud of itself as it waltzes into the shop and curls up beside the herb display in a lovely little beam of sunshine. It’s warm and there’s no more moving air, not to mention that the demigoddess now has a layer of fur on. She decides to take a short nap there and warm up before moving on. Shopping could wait.