Setting Up Shop...Sorta.Maybe.

((ORP of course :> I'm new here and a big baby, I scream))



It was an odd thing to try to pick up your life and resume it like you knew what you were doing when you very clearly did not.



Adulting was... not something Edel really had any reason to think about up until Granny's passing. Without any real children of her own by birth, Edel was her only son, the only heir to her tiny shop. When he inherited her belongings, he began to realize after a period of mourning that, well... the shop was included in that list of items. He was lucky, managed to inheret her tiny cottage, but the shop, too?



Although he should be grateful, Edel found himself incredibly overwhelmed. This was a lot to shoulder, and it wasn't something he had proper experience with. He'd helped her out in her old age, sure, but he couldn't read much. He didn't have much experience on measuring aside for when he practiced on Granny, so he knew he'd have to toy with one of the mannequins and get practice in that way. Maybe he'd seem less clueless when he put that practice into play that way?





Ed stood before the building with an expression of mild sadness, a bit of nervousness of what was to come, and a great deal of uncertainty. When he opened those doors and stepped inside, that would be the start of a new chapter in his life. Or... more like he was stepping out of one life and into another, really, with how much of a 180 this was from when Granny was still here.








Upon approaching its door, he flattened his palm against the glass, and after an inhale, he donned a look of intense determination and decided he could do this, that it was time.








Except now he was overthinking.








What if he couldn't run it the way she did? What if he wasn't as good as he thought? What if he'd run the business into the ground? Ed groaned and whined about it, trying to get ballsy enough to actually Do The Thing. If he stayed any later, it'd be dark. Twilight was dark enough, but nighttime would be difficult to navigate with how damn blind he was. How long had he been standing outside it whining to himself, anyway? Could've been anywhere between 2 minutes and 2 hours honestly... But the guy did seem to favor later hours since the sun was a little bit gentler on his big baby skin.