In The Market For Happenstances Jan 18, 2022 13:50:02 GMT -6
Post by Èdan on Jan 18, 2022 13:50:02 GMT -6
In an ironic twist of events, it's now the girl who takes up the job of trying to shoo her pet (or him) away from the very angry-looking beast that's barely containing themselves. Perhaps he is poking fun a little too much with this one, not unlike her dangling the fingers over the water's edge, but that's hardly his fault. (Well.. It is and it isn't. Personally, he would have had no issues with this seeker thing, but apparently the seeker rode up with an Attitude from the get-go, which is surprising for seekers, so there's only so many ways to go from there. And some habits are hard to shake). "Shame," he replies in a casual tone, eating the apple slice from before. "Would be an improvement."
If nothing else, the manoeuvring seems to show those horns aren't just some weird trendy headband, although that's certainly besides the point now. The conversation has turned to a whole other layer. The courier's head tilts, gaze switching between the girl and the beast like he - a plain-dressed low-paid courier - was just asked whether he knows anything about the great arcane sciences, as if he has any clue. There's a nonchalant shrug, "Not sure if I'm the right one t'be asking this from, I ain't a vet. Just looking to sell a fish and be on my way." He leans back against the box and does a bit of eye narrowing of his own, as if the evaluate the seeker, "If I was to guess, though? By the face of him, looks kinda constipated. So a vet visit might not be that bad an idea."
Then the look lowers back to her, "If you've him figured so well, why don't you ask him why he's all huffy? I ain't done nothing."
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