The grimace on his face was a little rude, sure, but can you really blame him for it? He honestly hated working with the loud mouth - the kid scared people away. It's not like they're selling anything… bad, but with the way this kid shouts about it, they might as well be. "Oi, Sawamura. Chill." Kazuya says, crossing his arms at the shouting kid. "You wouldn't want to get fired." Eijun seemingly tensed at those words and all Kazuya could do was roll his eyes.
"You can get fired from charity?!" Eijun shouted, his arms flailing around like he was confused - or dying - or maybe both. Kazuya snickered. "I meant fired from-"
"Baseball?!"
"Wha-"
"YOU CAN GET FIRED FROM BASEBALL?!"
"Oi, Sawa-"
"NO WAY!"
Kazuya felt his eye twitch at this kid's shouting. How stupid is Eijun really? Honestly. "Listen, Eijun. No one's getting fired from baseball you dumbass." Kazuya mouthed, honestly shocked that this kid thought you could simply get fired for shouting - although you can. Actually, the thought was more idiotic than anything Eijun could ever do. This was going to be a long day - honestly, what was coach even thinking? Eijun's going to end up burning down the ticket stand before anyone buys anything.
- The next day -
"And the most ticket sales were booth number fourteen."
Kazuya blinked. Their booth was number fourteen. kazuya could only mentally call himself out now - he'd said they wouldn't sell anything despite the growing line. God he feels pretty dumb. "I told you so!" Eijun shouts, pointing a finger directly at Kazuya. "I don't want to hear that from you." Kazuya muttered, his mouth landing sideways as he examined the reasons for at least half of his headaches. "You're really somethin' else, y'know that Sawamura?" Kazuya could only snicker as the boy started stating something in defense - even though Kazuya wasn't prosecuting. 'This kid,' Kazuya though, shaking his head. 'Is going to be the death of me and I don't think I actually mind.'
I'm sorry.
I don't even know what this is.
I'm sorry.