unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

by seven-thirty, techno was getting rather antsy. so, he grabs the keys to daniel's car and walks to the parking garage. daniel had told him that he could borrow it if he needed to, as he can't drive, and techno really appreciated it.

luckily, he remembered how to get to the store sibyl worked at and pulled into the parking lot. as if on queue, his phone goes off, signalling a new text.

sibyl <3                                  56s

hey :) i'm on break!

he smiles, climbing out of the car and walking into the store. he takes a deep breath and approaches register one, where her manager was stood. "excuse me? would you happen to know where sibyl walker is?"

the older woman lifts her head to look at him, her nametag reading 'pam'. "she's in the back currently. wait a second, are you paul?"

he nods sheepishly, "i am."

"oh! i'll take you back to her, then." he watches as she shuts her register light off, letting the other cashier know that she would be right back. the two walk down the aisles and approach the doors to the back.

she pushes them open and puts a finger to her mouth, signalling him to be quiet. she motions to an office and whispers, "go right through there, and she should be in the back office. our stock manager is on the floor right now, so nobody should stop you."

he thanks her and does as he's told, walking into a small office with two desks and cuts in between the two and makes his way towards a door.

he pokes his head in, seeing sibyl leaned back in a desk chair, eating what looks like a potato wedge with one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other. "how's the potato wedge?" he chuckles.

she practically jumps out of her chair, "fucking christ, paul! don't just barge in on a lady like that!" she exclaims, "wait, paul?"

"hello." he says, sitting in a chair behind her. "pam told me you'd be back here and i got lonely so i came to visit."

she smiles, rolling her eyes. "of course you did." she lifts a box of potato wedges, "jojo?"

"the fuck is a jojo?"

"these are jojos."

"no those are potato wedges."

"do you want a damn jojo or not?"

he takes one, laughing at her. "these are potato wedges, though. but thanks."

"they're jojos!" she whines, "us eastern folks call them jojos, mr. california."

"but why?"

she shrugs, plucking another one out of the box. "dunno, but they're good."

he laughs, looking around the office. "why is there a turkey with a santa hat on the wall?"

"his name is walter, thank you very much. he keeps me company when i'm back here." she states, "and one of our stock managers put a santa hat on him and i think it suits him so i kept it."