Ravio heard the bell on the door chime and some passing words as someone entered into the shop. Glancing up from the counter he put on his best face for the new customer.
“Welcome! What can I help you….with…?” he started full of energy, only to lead into confusion as he stared at no one. Well, no one in his eye line of course. No one people sized. Sheerow hopped to the end of the wood counter he’d been resting on and peered downwards to the little blot making its way inside. This also cued Ravio to look down. He stared perhaps for a bit too long. Yeah, he definitely heard someone speak when the door opened, but this looked like a chuchu. A talking chuchu? Or was he just hearing things?
“H-Hey little guy, people only, no chuchus. Go on, shoo! Shoo…?” It was a bit hard to try to scare off the perceived chuchu from defensively ducking halfway behind the counter and waving his hand in a dismissing manner. He’d pick it up and drop it out the door but one time he touched a chuchu and he was pretty sure the electric shock caused him to pass out for twenty minutes.
Sheerow, however, was staring more curiously at him, tilting his body slightly as he observed.
“Yeah, I’m wondering if you sell any hammers. The one I used broke–”
He noticed the shopkeep trying to shoo him. He only blinked in surprise.
“Um…” he started, pulling out a mirror and looking carefully into it. “I…don’t even…look like a train…”
He then realized “chuchu” might mean something else.
He turned to the nearby bird, who he saw staring.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, "I finally get here, and now I can’t even buy something.“
He turned to the fearful guy.
"Um, I’m not a chuchu, whatever that is…”
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