glitter & gold [Miles]

[rodneyh]

THE POOR DOG, IN LIFE THE FIRMEST FRIEND. THE FIRST TO WELCOME, FOREMOST TO DEFEND. WORDS ✽ 415

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✽» The mine was one hell of an expedition. The smell of sweat, earth, and metal clung to Rodney's skin, nestled in the patches of dust smothering his face and clothing. His hair was pasted to a damp forehead, and his breathing was heavy--but not from swinging his hammer in the depths of the gem-filled caverns. Oh, no, he hadn't even brought a hammer with him. Armed with nothing but a sturdy backpack and his own intuition, the man had entered the caves feeling lucky. While the other fools spent their time descending the mine's levels, he had focused on action: grabbing anything and everything he thought was valuable. His disheveled appearance was due in part to crawling on the grubby rock floor, but mostly because he'd become so eager to show off his findings that he ran all the way to town with a stone-filled rucksack on his back.

✽» Rodney's eyes were glowing as he pushed open the door to the general store, wiping the dirt off his forehead with his forearm. The things he could do once he cashed these jewels in! His first order of business, as a rich man, would be doubling the size of his orchard for the upcoming apple-picking season. And, he could afford high-end dog food for Mia, a pair of work gloves that weren't thinning at the heels, and a whole new kind of party to mingle with some new friends. Although money was never too concerning for him, the proposal of wealth was terribly tempting once it was laid out in front of him. The bag straining the muscles of his shoulders and lower back seemed light as a feather when he thought about what it could do for him.

✽» Buzzing with confidence, the man sauntered over to the front counter, sending an animated grin towards the clerk. "Hi!" Rodney's voice was at a volume rather obnoxious for the otherwise mellow shop. He swung the pack off of his shoulders, slamming it on the counter with a sudden CLUNK and enough force to crack bone. "You can sell stuff here, right?" he began, turning the bag upside-down and scattering a collection of worthless, dull rocks before the employee. "Like a pawn shop--Whoops!" He leaped to save a few of his treasures from rolling onto the floor, then dove to his knees to gather those that escaped him. He rushed to recover them, then popped back up, lungs full of laughter. As if anything could get him down![atrb= border,0,true]

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The day was as warm as any summer day might be, even indoors where the air conditioners might fight off the heat. Especially in the store with the door regularly being opened and the warmth of the day was given temporary passage into the building. Miles did not complain however, at least he wasn't standing out in the heat all day like others might have been. Rather he was allowed a fair amount of cool air and a mellow work day as he waited around for the occasional customer to walk up to the check out.

The lazy air of the store was disrupted by the entrance of another customer, someone with much more excitement to him than most who walked across its floors. The new found vibes were quick to make miles grin as the man approached his counter. "Hello how may I-" His eyes went wide for a moment as the man dropped what sounded like a bag of rocks on his counter, and proved to be as such when the man tipped the bag over and began to unload said rocks all about the counter. He reached out to push rollaways back to the pile and watched as the man dove to catch a few that had fallen from the counter. His laughter was contagious and miles found himself chuckling as well as he stared at the pile before him.

"Well we do have a little bit fo everything but..." His voice trailed off as he picked up one of the dull and typical grey rocks the man had to offer him. Miles scratched his head and looked up at the guy. He seemed so happy with himself over these things, despite them being nothing special. It hurt a little to think he'd have to burst this guy's bubble. "These are just rocks, like the kind you leave in your driveway. What in the world would we do with these? And don't you think the Jewelers might be better for stones?" the silliness of the whole scene made him chuckle. "Or are you pranking me?"

my apologies for typos and what have you, i really should stop writing posts after midnight.

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[rodneyh]

THE POOR DOG, IN LIFE THE FIRMEST FRIEND. THE FIRST TO WELCOME, FOREMOST TO DEFEND. WORDS ✽ 100

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✽» Anticipation bubbled in Rodney's chest as he watched the store clerk examine his hoard. He seemed a somewhat puzzled by the trove presented before him--Rodney jumped to the conclusion that he'd gathered stones so rare, the other man couldn't even recognize them. Boy, was he lucky the luckiest guy on Earth, or what?! Maybe he would be recognized for his discoveries, awarded with fame and the title of "mining expert," and could set up a little side-business in addition to his farm. It was more than difficult to focus on the present when all these potential happy endings were spread out in front of him, but he gazed expectantly at the other man, waiting for the good news. His grin was ear-to-ear, even when the worker began to speak.

✽» He heard the words, but they rattled around in Rodney's head for a moment before really registering with him. "Sorry?" He blinked, sure that he'd heard wrong. This guy was smiling and laughing with him, so he had to see some promise in the wares, right? He appeared eager enough to help. "I'm not pranking you, really! I thought..." His brow furrowed, and he chose a stone from the counter, the shiniest one he could find. "Look at this one--it's sparkling; it's silver, right? Sure, maybe you could find a rock that looks similar on the side of the road, but it wouldn't be a mine rock!" He sent the clerk a desperate look, the smile still plastered on his face but not quite reaching his eyes anymore.

✽» "...Maybe you're right, I should have asked the jewelers first. I'd love to tell you that my intention was to expand the horizons of this place--" He gestured to the store around them. "--but, to be totally honest, I just sort of ran towards the first place I could think of. Got a little overexcited is all.." Rodney chuckled bashfully, still hopeful. "So! Tell me, is there anything you can do for me? I'm not gonna believe that was all for nothing!"
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miles leaned in to take a closer look at the rock the man had picked out, shaking his head as he could have sworn it wasn't all that shiny. they still looked like nothing special to him at all. Even if they were mine rocks, heck especially if they wer emine rocks! he'd expect something fromt he mine to be spectacular if it was worth giving an extra look at. "You really think you've got something here huh?" with a bit of playful curiousity in his tone miles looked up at the guy and then back down at his rocks. "Sounds like you really didn't think this through, I'm no rock expert but that doesn't sound like how you should handle selling a bunch of rocks."

He picked up a rock and tossed it up into the air and caught it. "You one hundred percent sure you haven't got a bunch of paper weights here? They feel like they'd make good paper weights. Maybe if you took them home and painted some smiley faces on them and brought them back i could get the boss to buy them to resell as pet rocks." chuckling again Miles set the rock down. "Or you could keep them yourself and line one of your walls with them. Introduce all your house guests to them when they come in."

picking up a different rock from before miles leaned forward and placed his elbows on his counter. Presenting the rock he'd chosen he put on his best grin. "Name this one Wilma, give her some orange hair and beedy little eyes and a nice white bottom for her dress." putting the rock down her picked up another, a little bigger and presented it. "Give this one some black hair, a nice saber tooth printed gown and eyes and name it fred." he pointed to another. "Orange hair and a nice little green dress for that one and you can name her pebbles, your guests would love them!" or at least he hoped the guy's would, because miles was pretty sure he wasn't going to get anything for these rocks.

sorry for the delay, my muse was not cooperating.

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