Platin Herz - A shop to remember

[James Flamme]

Life could be boring. Especially when you where sitting behind the counter in a small shop, on a comfortable chair, and where basicially watching the dust fall down on the weapons leaning on the walls, and onto the glas vitrines that where also standing on the walls and infront of the desk. In these, the more pricy and dangerous weapons where stored. From the outside, Platin Herz looked a bit aged and not in good shape, but the weapons inside where perfectly cared for. Aside from the dust.
The person in the comfortable chair was noone else than one of the owners of this weapon shop. Leaning his head into his crossed over hands behind his back, he was staring at the ceiling, wishing for a customer to finally arive to rescue him from boredom. At the moment, he wouldn't even complain if a tentacle monster entered and wished for an enchantment on his monstrous dicks.
That would at least be something to kill. But no, not even something like that was appearing. The day was getting more boring with each minute.
"Geez... Nii-chan, I think I will die from boredom or suffocating from the dust..." Jamie called out to the back room of the shop, where his brother was either making another weapon, or also died slowly from having nothing to do.