Legacies, how to pass them on [Sanyu || Inv]

[attr="class","nref"]Thank you, Come again

Words fell heavily from tired lips, their sincerity long dead. Another day, another customer, well if you were Caesar Caero it was customers and they came by the dozen, he'd barely flipped the sign today before they swarmed the bakery. Males, females, children ,ten and everything in between and beyond came for the soft rolls and donuts among other goodies that had taken karakura by storm, with great business of course came great strain.

Being a spiritual being this was nothing, his training was far more daunting, but every now and again the human race surprised him by draining him of his reserves unfortunately today would be one of those days. As the last customer, an old lady who had ordered some rolls for a soup she was making, saw herself out the vizard flipped the sign on his door with a heavy, relieved sigh.

I swear to god, you'd think with all that bread they eat they'd be tired by now

Slumping to the ground with a dull thud he let himself catch a few moments of well deserved respite, he wasn't sure what was more demanding the paperwork and routines of the soul society or feeding this little community of people day in day out, if he didnt love cooking he'd have half the mind to wipe this town off the map. With a soft, tired smile the vizard rose slowly, pulling off the dark glove that masked his hollowfied arm. He hated having to hide it, but just because he was a rogue didn't mean he'd break every rule in the book, sauntering over to the displays he began to gather what remained from the days business.

Everything from leftover bread to donuts gathered and packed into a neat little box, the vizard moved to set his little box of nom noms near the entrance, before heading into the kitchen to see what else would need cleaning. On days such as this one, usually one or two ovens would need a touch up in preparation for tomorrow, not to mention all the bowls and utensils he'd used during the rush.

One of these days . . . I might just get myself an assistant.

He'd been contemplating it for a while now, it'd been a while since he'd last seen Tenore and whilst he understood she couldn't just come see him at her leisure it didn't make missing her any easier, with an assistant he could possibly attempt to go see her in the sereitei, the only problem was he was as picky of assistants as he was about the recipes for his bread. Things like this took time and couldn't be rushed, in any case with his growing fanbase it wouldn't be long before he'd consider expansion, and that thought alone brought more problems with it.

A sharp snort brought him away from his thoughts, there were dishes and utensils and some ovens to be cleaned, he could worry about repurcussions when his bakery was not so. . . . bakey looking.

[attr="class","fwea"]everything's made

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@seong Kyungri

[attr="class","fwea"]to be broken