Mithrun isn't often left to his own devices in the bakery - which is probably for the best, between his total lack of customer service skills and his generally poor sense of self-preservation.
Every so often, though, between business taking them out of the building and... all the other, non-business-related things Angeal has going on at any time, it's inevitable that Mithrun ends up in the front of the store. Today, at least, it wasn't wholly unexpected, and he knows the basics of what he's supposed to do if someone comes in.
So, when Sylvain enters, he'll see a small man with silver hair and kind of oddly-shaped ears cleaning up around the bakery, his aesthetically appropriate work apron a sharp contrast to his, just, absolutely dead-inside expression when he looks up.
"Hello."
...He knows the basics of what he's supposed to do, he never claimed to be good at it.
i
Every so often, though, between business taking them out of the building and... all the other, non-business-related things Angeal has going on at any time, it's inevitable that Mithrun ends up in the front of the store. Today, at least, it wasn't wholly unexpected, and he knows the basics of what he's supposed to do if someone comes in.
So, when Sylvain enters, he'll see a small man with silver hair and kind of oddly-shaped ears cleaning up around the bakery, his aesthetically appropriate work apron a sharp contrast to his, just, absolutely dead-inside expression when he looks up.
"Hello."
...He knows the basics of what he's supposed to do, he never claimed to be good at it.