No Fancy Title I Want Dat Green (Morning Timeslot/Workthread)

Boredom. That was what came with the new emotions Jackie had. While before he was content to stand in one spot all day and occasionally make a sale, now he had become fully aware of how monotonous it was. Standing with an elbow propped on the counter, staring at the small TV that Boss hadn't properly set up, and was just displaying color lines. He huffed a little, allowing his head to finally rest on the counter, in the epitome of of having nothing to do. Surprisingly, it was rare somebody actually came in to buy guns. It seemed a lot of people were willing to just leave Safety to the Cadets, and the Cadets already HAD guns. Jackie was starting to wonder at this point how Boss could even afford to stay in business, something he hadn't even considered before. Part of him wanted to check for any hidden, possibly horrible/interesting secrets that would allude to some sort of dark past, or perhaps an adventure involving treasure. Jackie quickly realized that was stupid. He picked his head up off the counter, and gave a heavy sigh. Not that he could really do that, but he could simulate it just fine. He made an annoyed sound, before walking out from behind the counter, and going outside. He was sure he'd find some kind of treasure out there...

And right he was, as some phat stax promptly blew into his face.

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10% For coherence and writing.