 A Poop * k8 *
"Hey, I'll meet with whomever. Not my fault if they see my prices and contact me anyways....by the time I meet with someone I assume they're okay with how expensive..my services are." oh, that sounded so mysterious. Really, he was just making furniture for a living. Nothing that mysterious or dangerous.
He could dream, though. Or make his job sound cooler than it was, though to be honest, to him, it was the coolest job ever, and his parents had been pretty supportive of his craftsmanship at an early age.
"Well...good." It was better than dealing with indecisive people. Ugh. They were the worst.
HA! That got quite a laugh out of Anton. Friends. Right. "Well, certainly we could be friends...only after I finish your furniture, though. It's quite unprofessional to 'hang out' with clients." Just a little rule. He had some friends he'd gained over the years from jobs....but he only ever pursued a friendship IF his job for that person was done. Because really...that could get awkward.
Anton thought himself wise, of course. "I know. But it's true. Having to answer to someone...seems...tedious. Time-consuming. Awful."
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |