This is rather crappy, sorry. orzpravdadominaMarch 10 2011, 01:38:02 UTC
There was probably something about the combination of heels, a pencil skirt, and lipstick that made Veronika stick out tremendously inside the hardware store. Not that the Czech woman was paying much attention to what the other store patrons may have been thinking - or where there eyes may have been lingering, for that matter.
No, she was far too busy trying to determine what exactly she would need. Especially if she wanted to offer Dominka's services for some poor sap this weekend, considering what day landed on the twelfth of March. Duct tape? Yes, she would need that. Twine? Ah, perhaps. Though rope seemed like a good idea, too. And maybe
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Berwald... didn't jump, exactly, at suddenly being asked a question but he did freeze for a second and then turn to look at the woman besides him with one of his less pleasant expressions. All because he was startled, of course.
For a moment, there was something about her that reminded of his mother and Berwald's back straightened subconciously, in instictive alarm. Just for a moment, before he realized what he was doing and forced himself to relax. He was being ridiculous, this poor woman didn't even look a bit like his mother...
"Um...'ven't tried m'self," Berwald mumbled sheepishly, before giving the stacks of rulers a narrow eyed, weighing look. He picked up one, scanning it and nodding to himself. "Birch, prob'bly. It's pretty soft 's materials go b't 's an office ruler so 't has some heft t' it anyway." then he shrugged, calmed down by being able to explain something he knew. "Mostly h've used t' steel ones. Last almost forever... if one takes proper care." And didn't borrow them to Peter, of course.
The expression on the man's face, were Veronika to be entirely honest, was somewhat terrifying. No, not somewhat. Exceedingly terrifying. It was nowhere near the death glares she got from her more bold students or the almost murderous gazes she got from both men and women whose partner's attention she attracted.
And she faltered briefly before quickly composing herself as the man began to speak. However, she had to listen quite carefully in order to properly determine what exactly he was saying before she instantly smiled. "I tend to use steel rulers myself, but I was wondering if there were was a wooden ruler out there that, ah, is sturdier than the others."
Berwald nodded. He almost wished the woman had asked one of the people who actually worked at the store, except he knew from experience how difficult the staff in this store was to catch. One might think they hid when they saw a customer... but it was probably just because it was such a large store. Much easier to get service in the smaller ones, if one wanted or needed it. Though Berwald almost preferred the bigger stores exactly because of that, he always felt a bit awkward about browsing if a member of a shop's staff was too attentive, like they might be disappointed if he didn't buy something...
"The ones here... can't say without having tried. They look ok?" Berwald answered almost apologetically. "if ya wanted t' be sure, maybe there're special stores f'r... dunno office stuff? B't those might cost more," he continued thoughtfully.
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No, she was far too busy trying to determine what exactly she would need. Especially if she wanted to offer Dominka's services for some poor sap this weekend, considering what day landed on the twelfth of March. Duct tape? Yes, she would need that. Twine? Ah, perhaps. Though rope seemed like a good idea, too. And maybe ( ... )
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For a moment, there was something about her that reminded of his mother and Berwald's back straightened subconciously, in instictive alarm. Just for a moment, before he realized what he was doing and forced himself to relax. He was being ridiculous, this poor woman didn't even look a bit like his mother...
"Um...'ven't tried m'self," Berwald mumbled sheepishly, before giving the stacks of rulers a narrow eyed, weighing look. He picked up one, scanning it and nodding to himself. "Birch, prob'bly. It's pretty soft 's materials go b't 's an office ruler so 't has some heft t' it anyway." then he shrugged, calmed down by being able to explain something he knew. "Mostly h've used t' steel ones. Last almost forever... if one takes proper care." And didn't borrow them to Peter, of course.
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And she faltered briefly before quickly composing herself as the man began to speak. However, she had to listen quite carefully in order to properly determine what exactly he was saying before she instantly smiled. "I tend to use steel rulers myself, but I was wondering if there were was a wooden ruler out there that, ah, is sturdier than the others."
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"The ones here... can't say without having tried. They look ok?" Berwald answered almost apologetically. "if ya wanted t' be sure, maybe there're special stores f'r... dunno office stuff? B't those might cost more," he continued thoughtfully.
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