Weresheep Cashier

You did a double take of what was in your shopping cart, making sure you picked what you wanted.
(And what was on sale, college boy's gotta pay for his tuition, no?)

Briskly walking to the checkout area, you frowned.

Everything was full.
The self-serve checkouts, the human checkouts, the manomo checkouts (*especially* the manomo checkouts) were all totally full.

Except, for one, which was completely empty except for the cashier.
This was probably a bad sign, but you wanted to get home quickly.

You needed to get a project done before your Hakutaku professor gave you the "I'm-totally-not-disappointed-even-though-I-clearly-am" routine. Again.

Jeez, you can imagine it now, the puppy eyes and the pouty face and the wide hips and the fabric of her shirt barely holding her brea-

--Oh you're at the checkout.
You start putting your items on the conveyor belt thing and wait for the ensuing cashier smalltalk that they're instructed to do.

...

Silence.
Not even the beep of the barcode being scanned.

You look at your cashier and notice that she's a Weresheep.
A dozing one.
'Oh, fuck me....' You think to yourself and you can see the other checkouts starting to clear out alarmingly fast.

While you were busy thinking about your professor fondling you, you didn't notice that the other manomo cashiers were all Kikimoras.
And they were all heavily efficient at their job.

'Well, if you're in for a penny, you're in for a pound...' You say to you, thinking about an old saying someone told you.

Even though your country doesn't even use pennies *or* pounds anymore.

You attempt to invoke a response from your sleepy fluffball cashier.

"Uh, excuse me, ma'am?"

She mutters something about pyjamas.

You clear your throat.

"Mnmhmm... gween gwassies..."

You take in a deep breath.
"AHEM."

You successfully rouse her from her slumber.
"PANTIES!"

She looks around for a moment.
"Oh! Welcome to Kolze! Sorry about my little..."

She yawned.
...cute.

"...Snooze! Sometimes these people are just sooooooo.... tiring...mhnm.."
She stretched.

'Okay?'

She started slowly putting your items into the plastic bags, making small talk.
Or at least trying to.

"So how are..." She yawned again. "...you today?"

"Oh, I'm fine, I guess," you replied. "I, uhm, have to... Get a project... done."
'God fucking damnit, of all the times to sperg out it had to be in front of a cute manomo cashier.'

You hoped she wouldn't have noticed your social awkwardness, specifically around pretty young things like her, wink wink.

She giggled, then yawned, then giggled again.
...cute.

Anyway, after a considerable amount of time, all of your items are in plastic shopping bags, ready to leave with you.

You thank her and go off on your merry way.

...

Wait a minute.
She didn't scan your items. She just put them in the bags.

You look back to her, and see that she's already asleep.

...

Oh, what the hell... College boy's gotta pay his tuition, right?