Day 56: Bath and Beauty Shop (Early Afternoon)
Chatting with Peter had been reassuring and a sure way of grounding herself and shaking off the previous night. It was a reminder that she had to make what she could of the last part of this day before they got stuffed back inside. Which wasn't exactly admitting defeat or coming to terms with the low likelihood that they'd actually escape. It
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Well now he was on his own again. That was a bit of a bummer, since he'd found Ax to be a friendly enough person to talk to. He'd been able to make good use of his Tasty Burger coupon at least, and was currently walking down the street licking a brightly colored cone of sherbet despite the chill air. Rainbow cream was rainbow cream, and who was he to pass up a miracle like that?
The troll soon spotted another familiar sign, though it took a little while to recall what was so familiar about it. It matched one of the coupons, and he might as well get use out of that when he could. A place that offered facials would surely be able to provide him with face paint, right? He needed to get his clown on again, as his skin had felt naked since he'd woken up the previous night. The question of whether or not the staff would approve of him having his face painted never entered his mind.
He stopped before entering to press his face up against the window and get a better peek inside. Some of the workers were using brushes, it looked like, which meant there had to be paint involved somewhere along the line. This was Gamzee logic at its finest.
Standing out in the cold wasn't going to get him what he wanted, so stepped inside and headed toward the first human he saw. All of them could possibly be workers, so he just took a guess. "Hey, sis. I'm lookin' to get all painted up. Can I all up get my prongs on some motherfuckin' paint?"
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And then it hit her. Whoever this kid was -- and she felt pretty comfortable thinking of him as a kid with how much younger than her he looked -- it seemed that he thought she worked at the store. She wasn't really sure on whether that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult. On the bright side, she didn't resemble a mental patient, even in her thrift store reject clothing. Then again, compared to some of the patients she'd seen, she realized she got off pretty easy as far as the clothes went. Hers were at least muted, flat colors and just a little worn.
"Prongs? What are you -- " She stopped and shut her eyes, shaking her head to express her confusion. It was coming off pretty clearly, between the head shake and the way her forehead had creased. "I don't work here. And I'm pretty sure even if I did, I wouldn't be able to help you. Why would you come here for paint? There's a hardware store down the street."
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At her confession, he looked only mildly disappointed. There were others around to ask, so it wasn't as if he couldn't redirect his question. Why he'd want to go to a hardware store for face paint, however, he wasn't sure. Maybe humans sold things in different locations than he was used to? That was just going to make everything more confusing. Why would they want to do something like that?
"Face paint, sis. I need to get my motherfuckin' clown on." He traces around his eyes with a finger, then a larger mouth shape around his own. "You know what I mean? Whiteface and shit. I'm all up and naked faced and blasphemous to my religion."
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