[ He almost didn't show up at all today. Because. Fuck you, Basil. But he needs money. So. He's walking into the store, not paying ANY attention to his boss. He's just gonna be here like a storm cloud. Or. A hurricane or tornado, more like. ]
[Basil notices because Rerun walking into the store at that moment was largely impossible to miss. He would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly amused, but luckily he was something of a great liar. Leaning onto the counter and peering into the back room, Basil calls to him and sounds a bit concerned - or tries to.]
[ Rerun's jaw clenches in response, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge Basil spoke at all. He just goes about with his usual routine. Somewhat stiffly and mechanically. ]
[Ah. It's a look that Basil knows well and has seen often. usually it goes by "The Noob Look" in these parts, and he can spot one from a mile away. Basil walks over to the door to flip on the open sign and opens the door, leaning against it.]
Let me guess. "Ahhh oh my god what look at this stuff all out in the open oh my god what if someone sees me looking!" It's fine to start giggling, by the way, but you don't look like a giggler.
[ Yep, total noob, this girl has not been to this kind of store before in her life. She's a little startled by his sudden appearance, and when she twists her head around to look at him she's struck by one of those lovely spontaneous bouts of vertigo that she gets.
Nausea is go, as is leaning a hand against the front window for support before attempting a weak smile. ]
Pretty much. Oh, and "that looks kind of misplaced."
[ She points at a drilldo (number six. (http://www.cracked.com/article_17372_18-more-worlds-most-disturbing-sex-toys.html) ]
[ Walks in quietly, looking a bit like she hasn't slept and a lot like she's been crying. She's not even really sure why she's here, but she just... wanted to come see Bas and she's even worse at controlling her impulses when she hasn't slept in over twenty four hours. So here she is, standing in front of the cash register, biting her nails, trying to think of something to say or do. ]
[Basil watches her walk in and then just stands there. God she looks terrible. Well, still pretty, but terrible in that way pretty girls look when they're... you know. Like this. And yeah. He has a vague idea what this might be about. He wonders if she's waiting for him to say something. But that can't be, he's not really a thing sayer and she probably knows that. So he kind of fold his hands on the counter and waits for her to start.]
[ Taking a deep breath, she finally looks up at him and forces a smile. It's one of her better fake smiles, but it still doesn't reach anywhere near her eyes. ] Thought you would try to force me out the second I set foot in here.
[ He almost didn't show up at all today. Because. Fuck you, Basil. But he needs money. So. He's walking into the store, not paying ANY attention to his boss. He's just gonna be here like a storm cloud. Or. A hurricane or tornado, more like. ]
[Basil notices because Rerun walking into the store at that moment was largely impossible to miss. He would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly amused, but luckily he was something of a great liar. Leaning onto the counter and peering into the back room, Basil calls to him and sounds a bit concerned - or tries to.]
[ Rerun's jaw clenches in response, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge Basil spoke at all. He just goes about with his usual routine. Somewhat stiffly and mechanically. ]
[Ah. It's a look that Basil knows well and has seen often. usually it goes by "The Noob Look" in these parts, and he can spot one from a mile away. Basil walks over to the door to flip on the open sign and opens the door, leaning against it.]
Let me guess. "Ahhh oh my god what look at this stuff all out in the open oh my god what if someone sees me looking!" It's fine to start giggling, by the way, but you don't look like a giggler.
[ Yep, total noob, this girl has not been to this kind of store before in her life. She's a little startled by his sudden appearance, and when she twists her head around to look at him she's struck by one of those lovely spontaneous bouts of vertigo that she gets.
Nausea is go, as is leaning a hand against the front window for support before attempting a weak smile. ]
Pretty much. Oh, and "that looks kind of misplaced."
[ She points at a drilldo (number six. (http://www.cracked.com/article_17372_18-more-worlds-most-disturbing-sex-toys.html) ]
[ Walks in quietly, looking a bit like she hasn't slept and a lot like she's been crying. She's not even really sure why she's here, but she just... wanted to come see Bas and she's even worse at controlling her impulses when she hasn't slept in over twenty four hours. So here she is, standing in front of the cash register, biting her nails, trying to think of something to say or do. ]
[Basil watches her walk in and then just stands there. God she looks terrible. Well, still pretty, but terrible in that way pretty girls look when they're... you know. Like this. And yeah. He has a vague idea what this might be about. He wonders if she's waiting for him to say something. But that can't be, he's not really a thing sayer and she probably knows that. So he kind of fold his hands on the counter and waits for her to start.]
[ Taking a deep breath, she finally looks up at him and forces a smile. It's one of her better fake smiles, but it still doesn't reach anywhere near her eyes. ] Thought you would try to force me out the second I set foot in here.
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Result? Looking half amused, half embarrassed beyond belief. ]
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Let me guess. "Ahhh oh my god what look at this stuff all out in the open oh my god what if someone sees me looking!" It's fine to start giggling, by the way, but you don't look like a giggler.
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Nausea is go, as is leaning a hand against the front window for support before attempting a weak smile. ]
Pretty much. Oh, and "that looks kind of misplaced."
[ She points at a drilldo (number six. (http://www.cracked.com/article_17372_18-more-worlds-most-disturbing-sex-toys.html) ]
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Result? Looking half amused, half embarrassed beyond belief. ]
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Let me guess. "Ahhh oh my god what look at this stuff all out in the open oh my god what if someone sees me looking!" It's fine to start giggling, by the way, but you don't look like a giggler.
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Nausea is go, as is leaning a hand against the front window for support before attempting a weak smile. ]
Pretty much. Oh, and "that looks kind of misplaced."
[ She points at a drilldo (number six. (http://www.cracked.com/article_17372_18-more-worlds-most-disturbing-sex-toys.html) ]
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holla
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