>>6103658>>6103628>>6103644>>6103737Fine. You'll take it for your employers, you guess.
Rather than being polite about it, he shoves it over the counter and nearly drops it on your head, not bothering to wait to see if you've caught it before walking away. Dick!
The heel of the box slams into your brow, stinging your face and forcing you back. The box begins to tip, forcing you to shuffle your hands around to try and find a good grip before it falls. After a moment of panic, you get two hands on the sides, push it back up slightly, and slowly work it into a position where you can ease it down.
You pull the box towards you, this time under your control. Despite that, you end up teetering back under the massive shift in your center of balance. That's one of the real downsides of being as small as you are, and worse yet, you can't really lift something this heavy over your head for very long, at least not without risking the loss of your bosses' mail. Bracing it against the counter in order to use the friction to slow the fall, you pull it into a double-arm lift and stagger back towards your cot, where you dump the thing off for the moment. They'll want it sooner or later, so you're just going to have to arrange for them to take it somehow.
There's little else you can reason out about the box based on what you can feel out from the outside without opening it. You didn't hear anything break, so it's not totally fragile, though it's labeled against rough handling. Based on that and everything else, it's most likely some kind of machine, but whatever kind of machine it is is unclear. It could be a 3D-printer or a coffee machine, for as much as you can figure.
By the time you've caught your breath, there's more trouble. Some druggie is twerking out and has decided that your barstools are a great spot to spin around on. You don't have any good weapons because of course you don't, so you plead with fate that if he tries to jump the counter, he kills you before... doing anything else. Peeking out from around one of your supply cabinets, you realize that it's actually a woman, at least based on the long hair and her facial structure. Not much of a reassurance, but it's not nothing.
She's got pink stuff leaking from the sides of her mouth, is bleeding from her nose, and her eyes look like she just got slapped in the face with an orgasm machine. Clearly, she's completely out of her mind. Maybe she has the munchies? Although, you're not sure if she's going to be able to pay in her state, or if cleaning up her probably-psychoactive vomit would be worth it.
