Running through the house screaming seems to be swiftly becoming a normal occurrence. Thankfully, this one doesn't seem to be setting anything on fire. But he is breaking things at random, and that is very very bad if one so happens to be a thing.
Cashier's spiritual body is busy investigating a very expensive looking sculpture on the other side of the room when a lurching sensation almost knocks him to his knees. Looking over, its immediately apparent that a feathery stranger has grabbed his physical body from the desk it usually rests on and is-
-oh no. He manages half of the word 'wait' before the little ornate cash register that happens to be part of him is flung into the hallway. It's subsequent landing on the hard tile floor treats Cashier to a lovely astral battering.
"Cut that out!" he snaps, normal friendly salesman tone of voice abandoned. Once he's able to, the register gets to his feet and heads after the serial thrower, scooping up his other body on the way out.
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Cashier's spiritual body is busy investigating a very expensive looking sculpture on the other side of the room when a lurching sensation almost knocks him to his knees. Looking over, its immediately apparent that a feathery stranger has grabbed his physical body from the desk it usually rests on and is-
-oh no. He manages half of the word 'wait' before the little ornate cash register that happens to be part of him is flung into the hallway. It's subsequent landing on the hard tile floor treats Cashier to a lovely astral battering.
"Cut that out!" he snaps, normal friendly salesman tone of voice abandoned. Once he's able to, the register gets to his feet and heads after the serial thrower, scooping up his other body on the way out.