wildfire, wild card, this girl's been bothered

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WHO: Artemis & Yosuke
WHAT: Stockroom shenanigans aw yeah.
WHEN: Jan 31st.
WHERE: Juane's stockroom.
WARNINGS: Don't think so, will edit if necessary.

As a result of a (totally unintentional) argument with a customer while clerking, store management had decided to temporarily move her to the stockroom.

The problem with that was that there was a lot of downtime, and Artemis had never enjoyed boredom. She'd found a secluded corner that no one really bothered and set herself up some target dummies made out of boxes. Restringing her bow could prove expensive, so she wanted to be absolutely sure she was still good with her knife throwing skills.

The first round, she missed two out of ten, which wasn't bad but wasn't that great either. She pulled them loose and started again, muttering which part of the bodies drawn on the boxes she was aiming for just before she threw.

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Week two of Yosuke's exile was just beginning, and already he was starting to feel sorrier than ever that he'd decided to go and play the big dumb hero when the store was under attack. Being a manual labour gopher really wasn't his thing: he was more of a brains guy than a brawn one (and okay, some might argue not much of either) and his scrawny build was far from up to the demands of the job. He'd been going home with sore muscles and stress headaches a lot more often than he was comfortable with, lately, and it was starting to affect his free time, as well. What's more, the hours for stockroom employees were frankly just weird, which meant he and Souji couldn't walk to and from work together, and their breaks were staggered at different times so they didn't run into eachother in the breakroom nearly as often as he would've liked. Despite the fact that they'd finally managed to sit down and talk properly, Yosuke still felt a bit lonely.

In retrospect he could've been paying more attention. As it was, he'd been mulishly dragging an empty clothing rack through the stock room with his headphones on, some moody english new wave band setting the soundtrack to his self-indulgent gloom. He didn't even realize he'd wandered into the path of Artemis' makeshift training exercise until he was stopped dead by the path of a knife whizzing in front of his field of view, embedding itself in the "head" of a box dummy and knocking it clean off its cardboard shoulders.

Understandably, his reaction was a strangled scream.

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So maybe her concentration had been a little bit one-track. Normally she would have heard Yosuke coming from a couple rows down and stopped in plenty of time to sit down and pretend she was just aimlessly doodling in a notebook or something. She saw him just a bit too late to stop her throw, though, and winced as it whizzed through the air past him. There wasn't any chance of it actually hitting him - she'd set herself up in a relatively clear space, and the nearest blind spot was still several feet away from the path of her knives. He would have to have been at a dead run to get in its path before she saw him.

Still, this could definitely have gone down better, given the noise he'd just made and the general look on his face. Normal people probably didn't throw knives on their break, but between school and her two jobs she needed to grab whatever time she could for practice.

She stalked over to retrieve her knives to buy a little bit of time to consider what to say. "You want to try?" she called over her shoulder after a moment. "Everyone needs a hobby."