George looked up from scribbling on a book in the office; boxes scattered and stacked in almost every available space, leaving little room to move.
"We're closed." He called, hearing the bell above the door chime.
Glancing up in irritation, he jumped when he saw Kagome shuffling in the doorway, a smile being thrown in his direction.
"You mentioned how quiet the shop was… Would you like some company?" she asked.
George released his breath, "I would actually, only if you wouldn't mind grabbing a quill and working."
"Figures, I finally come around and you're putting me to work. What are we doing?" Kagome teased as she squeezed into the crowded space.
George reached through a stack of boxes and pulled out a quill and another book, handing them over to the dark haired woman.
"What exactly am I doing?" Kagome questioned, taking the items.
"Inventory of course; have to make sure the people get their favorite joke items." George said, pride evident in his voice.
Kagome nodded and turned, squeezing in between boxes to start in another corner.
"Thanks for coming, I don't think I could have gone through all of this myself." George said, his words muffled as he dug through the contents of a box.
Kagome pulled one down, immediately flying back as something hit the left side of her face.
"Blimey, hang on. Come on, lets get that fixed." George said, quickly making his way to the fallen girl.
"I think your telescope's defective. I wasn't near it." Kagome hissed.
George sat her down on the stairs, pulling something out of his pocket. "This'll fix the bruise."
George dabbed at her eye, Kagome staring ahead as a tingling sensation engulfed her face.
Leaning back, George watched the bruise slowly disappear, his eyes remaining fixated on her face.
"We should get back to work, you can have that back corner." Kagome said, nudging the red head.
Both stood, Kagome brushing past George and back into the office, leaving him staring after her. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked her to help." He mumbled.
