Kaiji, Kaiji/Sahara, practical joke
"All settled in for the night shift?"
"Yea-- yes, sir."
The manager looked around briefly on his way out of the store. "Where's Sahara? He should still be cleaning up."
"He... left early," Kaiji managed, hands gripping the counter.
The manager snorted. "That layabout. He treats everything like a joke."
"Yes," said Kaiji, through gritted teeth. "He does."
"I'll take it up with him tomorrow. Oh well, try not to get too bored."
"Gnrk," said Kaiji.
"What?"
"I'lltry!" Kaiji all but wailed. "Goodnight!"
When the jingling of the bells above the store door had faded, Kaiji unglued the forced smile from his face and collapsed on the counter. There was a brief moment of breathless panting and muffled snickering, then Kaiji bit his hand and made a tiny, strangled noise. After a moment Sahara stood up from behind the counter, smirking and wiping the corners of his mouth.
"You bastard," Kaiji managed eventually.
"Serves you right," Sahara shot. "I spent my entire shift trying to reorder headlight fluid, you asshole."