Roaming around the streets of Baska, Shichiro was in a petulant kind of mood. He had been checking for jobs day after day and nothing had been coming his way for the longest amount of time now. Hands in his pockets, he continued to roam around the streets of Baska as he blatantly has shown his childish disdain. Wishing he could do something that would net some some profit, he decided to hang around a district of Baska known for its profits in hopes he could get some work. Not the shopkeeper kind of work but maybe fetching materials from another vendor, or maybe even the outside. Letting out an audible sigh, he began to loiter around the marketing district as small as it may have been. The moment he began to hang out there, a young boy had begun to run towards him, holding a bright, pink letter. Cocking an eyebrow, Shichiro looked at the boy before realizing that letter was for him. As the boy handed Shichiro the letter to him, Shichiro snatched it from his hand to inspect it closely. Afterwards, the boy had sprinted off back in the direction he came in. His initial thought was something contradictory like, 'I really hope this isn't some cheesy love letter or something, although, I wouldn't mind if it was from a cute girl with a huge chest or something.' Inspecting it closely, he recognized the signature of Fernando, a client he had helped not once but twice. This made him twist his face in disgust as he eyed the sealed letter. Well, having little to no choice now, he began to pry open the letter with some anxiety and hoped it wasn't what he thought it was going to be. Inside of the letter, it requested him to stop by his boutique.
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