>>5235261As Gourgeist takes the money, a small tan and blue shape rounds the corner and almost drops the clipboard it's carrying. "Hey! You aren't supposed to be taking payments. That's Plusle's job." The Minun scolds. He scurries over and takes the money, hopping onto the counter and placing it in the right spot. He sighs, jumping down. "What are you doing up here? Didn't I tell you to move those crates? Did you even count the money? What did they buy?"
He looks around at the chaos. "Did you annoy the customers again? This is why you stay in the back..." He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes with his other arm.