[ Yato's started to accumulate some regular clients now, thanks in no small part to Ilda's persistent advertising and his own positive work ethic of actually doing his jobs well. One of them is stocking inventory, but when he overhears Rutile's voice from the front of the store, he pops his head out. His jersey sleeves are rolled up and he looks dusty from the back room wares, but he's grinning when he sees them. ]
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Rutile! You're back!