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Other Payment (Galf)

Galf is actually fun to write (he is tired as shit),, I promise this isn't anything not safe for the workplaces I just couldn't think of a different title lo

I FINALLY GOT TO DOING THIS HIII KochiyaSanaeee, SO SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE!! 

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 Visiting the shop was the best time you could ever have. Galf was a cut-to-the-chase type of guy, but it didn't stop you from aching a conversation with him. You tried your absolute best in order to pick up a conversation, yet it's a little hard when he doesn't seem interested that much. You've made some progress, but you didn't get far since you were tight on time. During your run to the shop, you set your eyes on some item nearby that you seemed to really like.

 A boxed Vulcan. 

 It was calling to you, knowing Tower Blitz didn't even help resisting the urge to buy one. The issue with that was it was 60 hex. The problem was that you only had 50, which was 10 short of what was needed. That Boxed Vulcan was calling you, and with the shop changing every day, you couldn't miss your chance to buy one. You looked over at Galf, who was eyeing you while you moped from being unable to get the exotic item. 

 "Found something you like?" Galf asked with an eyebrow raise, breaking the silence in the store. 

 "Yeah! I just..." You paused. "I just don't have the money for it."

 "Oh." Galf stared blankly. "Maybe you can get it some other time, then." He adds before beginning to pick up a book on the desk, and flip it open with a yawn. 

 "Ah, I guess so." You blankly replied. You stare at the Boxed Vulcan for a few more seconds. You can't just give it up, you need to do something in order to get it. Soon after, you rush over to the counter, making Galf flinch and back up from the counter in his chair. 

 "Look, Galf. I REALLY want that Vulcan, I swear I'll do anything for it." You say with a serious tone. "Preetttyy please?" You added on with puppy dog eyes. Galf looks at you with wide eyes. 

 "...What." Galf says in an exhausted confusion. 

 "..I'm asking.. for the Vulcan." You say.

 "...Oh! Oh." Galf huffed, rubbing his eyes and looking over to the daily items on display. He stretched before turning back to you, who was nearly about to come to the back of the counter with how you were leaning on it.  "I know you're obviously looking to get the Vulcan, but you don't have to act all weird about it." He explained, sliding his chair back to the counter again. "If you want it that badly, I could make a deal with you."

 "Anything." You reply immediately afterward, leaning onto the counter. 

 "Well, I need a few chores done around the store, if you do 'em for me while I'm busy with customers, then I'll give you the Vulcan." 

 "...Really?" You say with your eyes glittering. Galf just narrowed his eyes from the sparkle in your eyes, putting a hand up to shield his face. 

 "Yeah, yeah, just. Stop giving me that look." He muttered halfway, you could've swore he said something else, but you brushed it off. 

 You thought it'd be easy. Of course, all you had to do was take care of the store with Galf, right? Well, that's actually wrong. You had to sweep the whole store, make sure everything was in check, even restock since Galf was busy taking money and selling items. The Boxed Vulcan getting constantly sold to random people, the one you wanted that was on display even got sold, despite the fact you were working to get that one yourself. Galf would swing by and help whenever there was barely anyone in the store, but that was only for a short while. During the last hour, when someone asked for a Boxed Vulcan, Galf replied with "Oh, sorry, they're sold out."

 Sold out.

 Sold OUT?... EXCUSE YOU?? 

 Once everything died down, and the shop was temporarily closed for a few minutes. You sighed, slumped yourself near the counter and resting. Galf poked his head out from the top of the counter. 

 "Well, you did good." Galf said in a flat voice. 

 "That doesn't sound very supportive." You reply with an agitated tone. "Clearly it was for nothing if all the Vulcans are sold out." 

 "No, I mean you did great." Galf replied. "Sorry.. I'm a bit tired."

 "It's okay, but that still doesn't fix the fact you don't have anymore Boxed Vulcans." You put your hands on your hips.

 "Relax, you make it sound like I'm a liar." Galf says. "And obviously, I am." He then pulls out one Boxed Vulcan from behind the counter. 

 "Wait wait-- you saved one for me?" 

 "Yeah.. it would've been wrong for me to just not give you the Vulcan after all that." Galf then put it in your hands. "So, here." 

 "...."

 "...(Y/N)?" 

 "........."

 "...(Y/N). Are you--"

 "THANK YOU! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!" You held the Vulcan tightly, soon setting it onto your back. 

 "No problem--" Galf was going to reply, before you shoved your face onto his, putting him into a kiss before pulling away. 

 "THANK YOU!" You shook him once more in the grip, before hugging him, your face pushed into his chest with a grin. 

 "...Nno probleemm." Galf mumbled in the grip, his face beet red. You remained in the hug before widening your eyes, realizing what you've done. 

 "...Galf. I— erm.. I didn't mean to! You know! Uhm—" You stuttered in a blushing panic, trying to make up a reason for the kiss, but Galf only pulled away a little, shaking his head.

 "It's alright, really." He said. "I don't mind." 

 "Are you sure..?" You ask while tilting your head.

 "Yeah. M'sure." Galf nods, before cupping your cheek and pecking it. "You take care of that Vulcan." He then began to waddle back to the counter, leaving you bright red.

 "Andd I will!" You grinned sheepishly. Galf just smiled at you, resting his head on his hand with a chuckle. 

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 I finally cooked hi guys