Prompt from ksoccer16: Octavian in Build-A-Bear.

A/N: Word is yet again not opening my document with the prompts and drafts! Each time I make a new Word doc for it, it says it's unable to open. I have to use TextEdit for this. Which isn't that fun because the format gets messed up. Ughh. Annnyyyway, here's a chapter!

"Whoa! A whole store with stuffed animals?!"

A sigh came from behind the camera. "Reyna, this doesn't seem like a good idea–"

"Oh, Hazel, it's a great idea. Not for him, of course, but for me. I have a bet set up with Frank– thus the video camera– to see how long Octavian will last before he's kicked out."

"You say that like we won't be kicked out too. Would they even allow recording in their st– Ah!"

"Ssh. I don't want Octavian to know we're recording him…" Her voice rose: "Octavian, we're getting a smoothie okay?"

There was a mumbled sign of Octavian's understanding, and then Hazel's grumble of "Is that why you ungraciously pulled me behind this pillar?"

"You know it… Now ssh."

As they quieted, Octavian was easier to hear. He was loftily chatting with assumedly a sales attendant, asking questions like "How much stuffing is customary for these?" and "Do you have a package deal for twenty? What about a special sale for legacies or augurs?"

"Um, no, sir, I don't think we have sales for… augurs…"

"Hmm. Seems like something you should have. I mean, this is a supply store, right?"

"Uh– Supply store for what?"

A sigh. "You must be new."

"Actually, I've worked here for a couple months–" She was cut off, and there were footsteps leading farther from the camera.

A little bit of time passed, with Octavian saying "This one is acceptable. Do I stuff it myself?"

"Ah, a worker– me– will do that…"

"Okay. Can you make it double-stuffed?"

"I… I can try…"

There was a slightly mechanical sound, like a soft engine, and a whhwhhwhh.

"Is that table over there a testing station–?"

"What, the ones on display?"

"Yes, those. Are they for testing?"

"Testing for what?"

Another condescending sigh. Whatever Octavian was going to say was cut off by the sound of a young child, who was asking the attendant helping Octavian about different patterned hearts. Some light footsteps indicated that Octavian had walked away from the attendant, and there was a soft sound of a blade being unsheathed.

"Sir–?!"

"One second…"

There was a ripping noise, and Octavian made a "mm" noise. "These do seem efficient. We can continue with the checkout now."

"Sir… Please put down the knife… Or just away!" The attendant sounded panicked, and then her hiss of "Call security" was heard.

"What? This? This isn't even anything. You should see my others. One had this– Hey! Unhand me!" There was the sound of a struggle (a fruitless one, it sounds like, from Octavian's whiny orders), and a thud.

"That was very unkind! And for the record, it does not look like your job will last you many more months!" Some disgruntled speaking, then "Reyna! Did you happen to catch that? I think I could sue!"

"No," said Reyna, obviously holding back laughter. "Let's go get lunch instead."

"As long as they don't unceremoniously drop me out of their establishment as well!"

"I just became twenty dollars richer," whispered Reyna, and the camera faded off.