Shutter [open]

Drip...

How long had it been?

Drip..

When was the last time he had flipped that switch?

Drip...

He couldn't remember what day he had stopped opening.

Drip...

It had been sudden, he had just… stopped really. There was no motive behind it and just as suddenly the old neon sign that sat in the window flickered eerily to life. As it stood it wasn't exactly a good day to open up for the general public anyways; the rain had seen to most that would wander about his neck of the woods home faster than normal. There was little time for window shopping for odds and ends; or in his case computers and cars.

When was the last time we opened Bones?

A voice like gravel spoke; a hacking cough almost immediately following. The dust in the lower part of the shop had for the most part taken over most of the surfaces. The thick layer making it quite plain that it hadn't seen use in quite some time. From the stairs that lead upwards a voice; thick with accent rolled across as though amused by the very question.

If memory serves almost two years, or at least that's what the clocks say. How did you even pay the bills while we were gone?

Don't worry about it.

The retort came from a pale thin man, his hands shaking a little bit as he ran them across the tops of each counter. The thick dust only getting pushed off; a small frown played across their face and it was as though the man was insulted. His suit that he was wearing was for the better part very dirty; as though he had been away for quite some time.

Well. At least we'll see a little business, who knows? Maybe we'll make a friend or two this time around.

Do yourself a favour and try avoiding pissing off the big league?

A small grumble followed that remark and the male shook his head as though dismissing bad memories. The last time they had been apart of something big it had for the most part ended badly and sent the both of them elsewhere; hiding. Now though? That entire thing had blown over and the both of them had come crawling out of the corners. As though to give face to voice a woman; even taller than the thin man stepped out from the staircase. Her own suit was pristine and if one paid close enough attention to her micro movements… they would find that it was very mechanical in nature.

I can't believe that sign still works Kan.

Well thankfully the register does too. Now grab a broom and help me clean up all right? We've got a long day ahead of us.

Now it was her turn to grumble...