Scruff's Tour
250/150 words
“Right, you. Scruff, was it? I take it you want a tour?” Azay asked, staring at the blue and paler blue puffkin standing in front of her. His name was Scruff. “Oh! That would be nice… Yes, yes. I do would like a tour,” Scruff replied, eyes flicking from one moving object to the other, never resting on Azay’s face. Azay was a bit concerned by the young puffkin’s inability to focus but shook off those thoughts soon after they appeared. “Anyway.. Follow me and welcome to Azay’s Travelling Kitchen, young dishwasher.
Scruff trotted behind her as she strolled across the site, taking in everything around him in barely few minutes as Azay droned on. “As you can see, this is the dining area. This is where you will not be seen during business hours Do I make myself clear?” She glared down at him. Scruff looked up, slightly startled, “Yes, yes. Clearly clear. I will should not be seen here.” Azay nodded before moving on, starting her long drone about history and responsibility. Scruff wasn’t really paying attention to that.
“And here is the kitchen. This is where your work station shall be. Over there, in the corner. At the sink. Got it?” Scruff nodded, not so surprised at her question as she asked one before. He stared around at the busy puffkins in the hot building before squeezing his way through to the sink Azay pointed to. “Well then, that concludes our tour,” Azay muttered as she left.
Scruff trotted behind her as she strolled across the site, taking in everything around him in barely few minutes as Azay droned on. “As you can see, this is the dining area. This is where you will not be seen during business hours Do I make myself clear?” She glared down at him. Scruff looked up, slightly startled, “Yes, yes. Clearly clear. I will should not be seen here.” Azay nodded before moving on, starting her long drone about history and responsibility. Scruff wasn’t really paying attention to that.
“And here is the kitchen. This is where your work station shall be. Over there, in the corner. At the sink. Got it?” Scruff nodded, not so surprised at her question as she asked one before. He stared around at the busy puffkins in the hot building before squeezing his way through to the sink Azay pointed to. “Well then, that concludes our tour,” Azay muttered as she left.