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    In Exchange for Butt Repair

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    In Exchange for Butt Repair

    Post by Fear on Sat Oct 31, 2015 7:48 pm

    Time: Somewhere around lunchtime
    Date: July 7, 0006



    You know, you wouldn't think that having a meaningful conversation with the city's homeless population would do any good, but... well, there's always an exception to the rule. Leathery soles traveled down a path most remembered, every step ingrained within psychic memory. There were the bickering shopkeepers right over yonder, always at each other's throats; the aloof cobbler who would rather spend time with his shoes than another living soul; the throng of children who lived up on the second story just above a bakery; and a lonely woman who pined for a dream lover. It was good to see that everyone on this colourful street were busy minding themselves and still around. And, of course, providing him with a psychic map; the senses were terribly useless after passing over.

    Pop idols, barred windows, flashy lights and sales - not that the Dark Judge could necessarily see everything, but this was indeed the right place! He quickly shambled over toward the front door, juggling his things within two very large, gangly hands. Oh, what's this on the glass? ...Lunch break? Uh-oh, that meant the door was bloody locked, wasn't it? A grotesque finger jimmy the door's metal handle once, the locking mechanism not budging an inch. Well bugger!

    But Judge Fear was crafty. Not as crafty as his brother, but certainly not a slouch in his own right. Thinking himself clever, he glanced over both shoulders and stepped a little closer. No one in sight, so that was good... Just have to get close enough - yes, that's it - and then -

    Oops~

    A little shadow, no bigger than the palm of his broad hand, slipped itself beneath the door's frame and crawled upward on the other side. Yes, yes... That's good, little minion. Now, gently latch onto the handle and turn the - click! Righteous! And into the shop Judge Fear went, no one ever the wiser - not even with him smelling like good ol' Mary Jane. No sir! It's not like he was stopping by to chat, anyway. With things in hand and quietly shutting the front door as to not arouse suspicion, the ghoul sneaked his way toward the main counter and deposited the goods. First, he set down a modest bottle of olive juice. Don't ask, don't ask... The stuff was absolutely disgusting, but what would he know? Secondly, he placed a rather lovely pot of flowers beside the jar. The numpty didn't know which kind, only that they were purported to smell good and look pretty. That's all flowers were good for these days, right? Smelling nice and looking pretty? Eh... Anyway, the deed was done. The gifts were re-positioned numerous times until they seemed perfect, arranged into a pleasing fashion. Think the little guy would, y'know, like it?

    Well, he'll just have to, now, won't he? Judge Fear wasn't about to loiter and make a useless lump of himself. He rang the counter's bell once - ding~ - and hastily strode out of the store. Any second left standing about in there was an additional chance of getting dog-piled...
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    Re: In Exchange for Butt Repair

    Post by Kev on Mon Nov 02, 2015 4:51 pm

    For most people, lunch break meant 'go out for a bite' or 'sit down with a bag lunch'. For Kev, it meant he either stood outside of the shop to bask in the sun, or he merely went upstairs to the kitchen area and pull up the blinds. Today was a 'go upstairs and pull up the blinds' day. Kev had seated himself at the table in the kitchen area, legs stretched out beneath it while he leaned his head towards the window behind him. Light shined down from the window, some stray bits of dust sparkling in the sunshine, and Kev let out a content sigh as the warmth filled him up. His toes wiggled. Absorbing the sun felt good, and it was nice to sit for a spell! His legs were getting rather stiff, between standing at work and the long walk home. Training had definitely made his body more toned for the work and walk, but during the summer it became a bit harder. The heat could really come down...suffocating and sweltering. Admittedly, it was why he appreciated when Fear would carry him home...just scoop him right up and use the shadows to appear at the cottage. A nifty power, it was! But not nearly as nifty as the one who wielded such power. The alien sunk into the plush cushioning of his chair, perhaps stray moments away from a light nap...his head leaned back, still in full 'view' of the sunlight, and his arms crossed over his middle securely. His eyelids drifted closed...

    Ding!~

    The little ring snapped him out of his sleepy state instantly, jerking in his chair. "Nyah!" Kev's head looked left and right, both hands grasping the bottom of his chair as he blinked back into awareness. Was that...the little bell downstairs? The one on the counter? But...the door! Kev had locked it so no one could come in during his lunch break! Maybe he had forgotten...? Either way, he was keeping someone downstairs waiting! Kev stood up fast out of chair, an arm sweeping the beaded curtain to the side, making way for himself. He moved fast, almost hopping down the steps as he came back out to the main area of the store. "Sorry, I was on my lunch break-!"

    He stopped mid-step, and stared at the register counter. There was no face, eagerly awaiting for him to answer questions or ring up an item. In fact, the room was empty aside from Kev himself...aside from a couple of objects that were waiting for him on the counter. The pot with flowers was what he first noticed, the alien approaching and lightly sniffing the air. A very crisp, fresh smell. Nature...very sweet as well, a nice tingle in his nostrils as it hovered above the petals. "Mmm...~" The petals themselves were very pretty, a bouquet of varying colors. Striking pink, a subtle blue, and a cheery yellow... His hands curled around the petals of a couple of flowers in particular that seemed to match the ones on his hat. Orange near the stem, and eventually shifting to yellow, and a similar pattern for the other, dark purple near the stem and shifting to pink. His arms wrapped around the pot, shifting the flowers closer so he could get an especially good smell of them. The layered petals tickled lightly at his chin, particularly the stamens.

    It was as Kev was absorbing the smell and colors of the flowers that he noticed the bottle. He released the flowerpot and turned to it instead, scooping it up into his hands and turning it about in his hands. The liquid inside sloshed about, and the alien let out a pleased little hum. He pried the top of the bottle open to give it an experimental sniff, as if confirming his suspicions. A deep trill rumbled through Kev's chest, smelling the thick and fragrant scent of olives. Kev did not have to guess at who had left this here. Who else would come to Kev's shop and leave flowers and olive juice? A warm feeling blossomed in his chest, spreading out to his limbs and making him feel weightless. The act was small, but the thought behind him...it made Kev feel...special. Loved. The bottle was moved under and behind the counter, while the flowerpot was moved to the side of the counter to make room for any customers. His lunch break was about over anyway, and so Kev made his way to the front door to flip the sign over. Along the way, he almost wished he knew where Fear lived; he'd love to leave something at Fear's doorsteps. Perhaps with a letter too! Kev would simply have to find a different way to treat Judge Fear...surely it wouldn't be too hard to come up with something~!


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