[ a familiar voice rang through Lovetic. after a few moments' hesitation, Izaya emerges from the back of the store wiping dirt from his apron. he was going to be pleasant. he was going to force himself to be. that was the only way to avoid another incident, if he would be given the courtesy of a chance to avoid it in the first place. ]
Hello- just a minute.
[ and he's retrieving said items, begrudging himself for feeling nervous. it had been a while since he'd seen Claire. all of his injuries had since healed, if that was any marker for time. (he was, of course, now sporting a rather large bruise on the forehead from pricking himself on a thorn earlier and passing out in the entranceway. whoops.)
as he approaches, items in hand, he's repeating the command to be pleasant in his mind, though maybe it was more at the person he was gazing upon than it was to himself. ]
[He couldn't help himself. Oh man, that was unexpected. Seriously? Oh wow, what a great world this was! This was really too good! He'd wanted to work here before because he wanted to make his own wedding bouquets, but now, he just didn't know what this place was all about.]
[But it made him laugh.]
[So did that silly bruise.]
I-Izaya! Aha! Wow. Hey. How's it going? Thanks. Wow. Ahaha!
[ actually, Izaya's a little surprised that he didn't already seem to know that he worked here, but it's not an unpleasant kind of surprise. seeing him in the first place kind of was, though. ]
Ah, y-yeah, hey. Good.
[ he shifts awkwardly, looks away. now leave. scram. get out. ]
[ honestly, he has no idea what Claire is talking about or what he just did but he'll look through their stuff, and try to find something else if it will better satisfy him. ]
I don't think anything in this city goes by a specific brand name...
[ he finds a pair of gardening shears and brings them to him. ]
If it's just for gardening, those scissors are fine. I've used the same kind on the plants here.
[Doing something that looks like swinging around some nunchaku, he gets a feel for the shears he was handed. He liked the way the handles felt built for utility, and he found the way the clippers were half black and half metal on the cutting surface charming.]
Oh, I think I like these.
[There was a small bouquet to Izaya's left somehow.]
[ good. that takes care of that. he glances to the flowers, picks up the bouquet and inspects it. ]
How exactly...?
[ really, he could ask a lot of questions. like, how did these materialize here or who are these for or why are you apologizing but he didn't really settle on anything and instead his sentence drifted off as he frowned towards the arrangement of flowers. ]
[He scratches his nose as a couple strands of hair fall from Izaya's bangs.]
Ahh, there were some near the table, and if you move your arm like a whip, well -
[He gestures ambiguously as he explains the dynamics of doing his thing. Absolutely none of it makes sense. The worst part is most of what he says starts out like it's going to make sense but then becomes crazy over time. Moving quickly lets you spook things into behaving well? What?]
[ okay, he'll just pretend like that makes perfect sense, nod his head and accept it. mostly because he'd rather remain as agreeable as possible right now. because it's not like it actually mattered how he did it, or what moving his arm like a whip would even do in this instance. ]
I see. Then, I guess I don't understand why you're apologizing. That's a pretty neat trick.
[He waves his hand around like he really did something wrong. To anybody observing (Crona) it would look like the two are probably strangers or pals or something pleasant. To Claire, that wasn't too far from the truth.]
I guess I'll take those flowers too, then. I got a small delivery to make back home.
[He sighs. He lets the hand with the flowers drop.]
Really? Come on, don't be so easy going when you give a guy flowers like that. Shouldn't you at least be a little uncomfortable? I mean, it's not like I'm Juuta or something.
[ why should he be uncomfortable, that's exactly it- this wasn't Juuta. there was no feeling behind it besides go on, get out of here. it's not like giving a bouquet to a customer was a big deal or anything. but when he said something like that it made him think maybe there should be. did he put that thing there on purpose?
he catches it, sighs unsteadily and tries again. this guy was seriously demanding. ]
Hello- just a minute.
[ and he's retrieving said items, begrudging himself for feeling nervous. it had been a while since he'd seen Claire. all of his injuries had since healed, if that was any marker for time. (he was, of course, now sporting a rather large bruise on the forehead from pricking himself on a thorn earlier and passing out in the entranceway. whoops.)
as he approaches, items in hand, he's repeating the command to be pleasant in his mind, though maybe it was more at the person he was gazing upon than it was to himself. ]
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[He couldn't help himself. Oh man, that was unexpected. Seriously? Oh wow, what a great world this was! This was really too good! He'd wanted to work here before because he wanted to make his own wedding bouquets, but now, he just didn't know what this place was all about.]
[But it made him laugh.]
[So did that silly bruise.]
I-Izaya! Aha! Wow. Hey. How's it going? Thanks. Wow. Ahaha!
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Ah, y-yeah, hey. Good.
[ he shifts awkwardly, looks away. now leave. scram. get out. ]
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These aren't very good... Too much catch on the outswing...
[Whatever that means.]
How about shears? Do you have any other brands?
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I don't think anything in this city goes by a specific brand name...
[ he finds a pair of gardening shears and brings them to him. ]
If it's just for gardening, those scissors are fine. I've used the same kind on the plants here.
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Oh, I think I like these.
[There was a small bouquet to Izaya's left somehow.]
Ah- sorry about that, though.
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How exactly...?
[ really, he could ask a lot of questions. like, how did these materialize here or who are these for or why are you apologizing but he didn't really settle on anything and instead his sentence drifted off as he frowned towards the arrangement of flowers. ]
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Ahh, there were some near the table, and if you move your arm like a whip, well -
[He gestures ambiguously as he explains the dynamics of doing his thing. Absolutely none of it makes sense. The worst part is most of what he says starts out like it's going to make sense but then becomes crazy over time. Moving quickly lets you spook things into behaving well? What?]
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I see. Then, I guess I don't understand why you're apologizing. That's a pretty neat trick.
[ ghlgkglj this is painful ]
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I guess I'll take those flowers too, then. I got a small delivery to make back home.
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Right, sure.
[ he hands the bouquet to him. ]
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Really? Come on, don't be so easy going when you give a guy flowers like that. Shouldn't you at least be a little uncomfortable? I mean, it's not like I'm Juuta or something.
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[He throws the bouquet back in a way that he knows Izaya will catch.]
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he catches it, sighs unsteadily and tries again. this guy was seriously demanding. ]
Um.
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