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As he waited for the next shift to arrive, Usio went over the situation. If he were to stop the person and just turn them in, it would be unlikely to stop him or her from committing the crime again. In fact, they may be fired and have even more reason to be doing it. If he was to stop this person cold, he'd have to do one better. Scare 'em straight. If he put the fear of god in them, or at least the fear of one really angry guy, they might think twice. How to go about it, though? Luckily, this was hardly what you would call a delicate situation. A little physicality would probably work best in this instance. Feigned anger, a few punches, a little white lie...well, more of a gray lie.

The door rang as it opened, the small bell attached doing it's job dutifully. Three people dressed for cooking entered, and one immediately stood out. The look of disinterest on his face was evident to all, and he made no effort whatsoever to hide it. They all signed in and switched with the chefs on duty, the other two making small talk as they prepped for business. This guy couldn't broadcast his intent any harder if he tried. Still, if he didn't actually do anything, then there was nothing he could do to make him confess. Sitting up straight and cracking his spine, Usio continued reading his paper. The door jingled open once more, allowing entry to a cute elderly couple, who sat and ordered one black tea, each.

Would he try to sabotage a meal so early? It seemed ludicrous, but no one else had any orders incoming. The waitress took the order to the line and handed it off to, oh joy, the boy who looked to hate his job. He set to work on mixing the concoction, adding boiling water to the teapot in preparation, swirling it, and pouring it out. He added the leaves and poured the boiling water over them. After letting it sit for a while, he took a strainer and poured them into the cups. It was all pretty standard, right up until he looked around, reached under the counter, and added a few bits of...something. Seeing as any sugar and whatnot would have to be added by the customer to fit their tastes, Usio figured it to be the hallucinogen. Again, he needed more proof. Saying a silent apology to the couple, he looked over to see the waitress deliver their tea, and watched as they drank it. It didn't take very long for one to start shaking a bit, and the other to start mumbling incoherently. Growling under his breath, he stood up and prepared for a bit of acting.

"Well, I'll see what I can do." Already, Usio was thinking up various ways to find and...dissuade this person from their antics. Giving a curt wave as he walked, he left to perform his duties.

-Exit

Usio walked into the Atrium, rubbing his neck. His clothes were marred by the dirt, evidence he had been working the fields today. Grabbing a sheet of paper from the mission board, he walked over and placed it on the Assistant's desk. "Here. I'll be taking this one today."

"Well, for starters, the cat does not want you to pet it. It wants you to leave it the hell alone, hence the running away. Second, what on earth gives you the impression that this place is 'wondrous'? It's a ramshackle house with rotted wood that is likely to collapse under it's own weight!" Usio was getting agitated now. The boy just seemed to lack common sense, and quite frankly, he had no idea how that could even be. Was he just ignoring reality to cope with some trauma? No, it wouldn't do to jump to conclusions. Another noise echoed from the room next to them, but it sounded distinctly un-cat-like. "Seriously, it sounds like something's gonna fall down. We need to go."

"Because I wanted to thank you for doing this, without resorting to sounding like a callous jerk by saying 'Hey, guy whose name I don't know. Thanks!' You know, being polite and stuff." Deciding to leave before he made a further spectacle of himself, Usio pushed off of the desk. He winced as he moved to walk to the door. "Never mind. I'm outta here." Sleep tonight was going to be a wonderful thing.

-Exit

Breathing heavily, Usio walked up to the desk and braced himself from falling. Exhaustion was not a pleasant feeling. Placing the signed mission slip in front of him, he looked at the Assistant and dug for the words. "Here we are. One day's work of cleaning up a house. A few more breaths, and he asked the question that had dogged him for the past few days. "Hey...what's your name?"



Note - Requesting half mission pay = 500 Ryo

Once he finished bringing the tools and remaining pipe back, Usio looked over what the others were doing. Apparently, some of the rooms were finished and they were bringing in some basic furnishings. They were real bare-bones kind of things, but it didn't really seem like the village had money to go and give everyone nice furniture. Walking over to where they had been set after delivery, he moved in tandem with some other workers and lifted a couch. They moved it slowly into the living room, where other pieces had been placed haphazardly. Looking around, he questioned the others about the placement. They mentioned putting everything in it's rightful place after all furniture had been move in. So, after bedroom sets and the like were carried upstairs, he went to work on the living room.

Usio was never one to have an eye for decor, but he at least could place things where they made sense. The couch would go by the window, for reading and such. Table near the middle of the room, but still close to the couch and other chairs. Put up a shelf over by the opposite wall for knick-knacks and books, or whatever they wanted to put there. As long as the place looked nice, it didn't matter. All in all, it wasn't half bad. Leaving that room, he went and helped the rest of the workers move furniture in the other rooms until everything was in place. Finally, it looked like this was actually a house and not some ramshackle building in the middle of a village.

Leaving for what he hoped was the final time, he went to see the supervisor. She thankfully dismissed him, signing off on his mission slip and moving to order the last of the workers. Trudging back up the street, he took heavy steps and exhaled slowly. His arms and legs burned from effort, and through the various times he utilized chakra to move things around, he was feeling more than a little drained. All he wanted to do was go back, get paid, and spend the rest of the evening relaxing with some food and drink. This, of course, hinged on the fact of whether or not his father had more farm work to be completed. Silent prayers were uttered for the time he returned home.