Nothing about how to store them...? Typical. [ He can only do so much when told to store them as is specifically appropriate, but at least he can use enough common sense to keep them somewhere cool, dark, and dry. He can also use enough common sense to ignore the little voice at the back of his mind (a long-neglected voice of mischief and fun, Kim's inner child having been properly squandered since he was a child) telling him that he ought to take a couple for himself on the basis of Fireworks Fun, Explosions Exciting. He regretfully puts the fireworks into their proper storage and, with a clean sweep of his pocketknife, seals the box with a couple layers of duct tape. ]
Thank you anyway. [ Reim has not escaped his notice while he's been working at this, however, bustling about and noting things down. It's the sort of thing that generally puts people on edge. It would probably put Kim on edge too if he wasn't so used to being the one holding the notebook. His eyes flick between the notebook and Reim's bespectaled face. ] Are you one of the workers in charge here?
[ In a purely managerial context, he means. He knows full well who's really in charge here, and they're nobody he intends to start a casual conversation with. ]
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Thank you anyway. [ Reim has not escaped his notice while he's been working at this, however, bustling about and noting things down. It's the sort of thing that generally puts people on edge. It would probably put Kim on edge too if he wasn't so used to being the one holding the notebook. His eyes flick between the notebook and Reim's bespectaled face. ] Are you one of the workers in charge here?
[ In a purely managerial context, he means. He knows full well who's really in charge here, and they're nobody he intends to start a casual conversation with. ]