Second Trick

[theothersissel]

Who:  Yomiel and anyone who wants to bother him
When: Afternoon
Where: Just checking out stuff in stores near the plaza
Style: Whatever you want, I'll match!
Status: Open as a store!

[If you're in the plaza today, you might notice one very well-dressed man browsing the stores. What is he looking for, you might ask?]

[A pair of sunglasses.]

[But, you

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[ninthserenade]

[What was that blur of colors that just zipped over to the other side of the sunglasses rack in a pair of white-framed, blue-lensed sunglasses? This guy. He's quiet for a couple seconds while he stares his own reflection down in the little mirror on the top of the rack with a deadpan look that would make Saix or even Xaldin proud.

And then he sighs.]

I really do look like him, don't I?

[theothersissel]

[Yomiel raises an eyebrow. What in the world were those sunglasses? And who the heck was this guy talking about?]

Erm. Who do you look like?

[ninthserenade]

[They are awesome sunglasses that is what. He tilts them down his nose to get a better look at Yomiel--otherwise he looked... Green, blue, and purple.]

David Bowie.

[theothersissel]

[Yomiel just looks utterly confused.]

Who's that?

[notseymour]

[And here is Larry, going through an adjacent rack. He grabs a pair with a hideously offensive neon green frame, and tries it on. Staring at a mirror, he strikes a few poses before turning to the stranger next to him.]

Do these make me look cooler?

[theothersissel]

[Ewwww. God, those glasses are hideous.]

No, they make you look incredibly ugly.

[Ability to not be brutally honest, he doesn't have it.]

[notseymour]

[Larry is shocked. And hurt.]

...Really!?

[After a few seconds of being pitiful, he puts that pair back and grabs another one. These ones have some brown-tinted lenses, and a yellow and white striped frame.]

How about these?

Somebody help him get a sense of style before everyone's eyes implode

[theothersissel]

[Oh God. This man is going to ruin the fashion as they know it. Yomiel quickly reaches over and grabs it to throw back somewhere deep in the heap where no one can find it ever again.]

Never wear those again.

[to_takamagahara]

[Huh what are these things. ...You put them on your face?

Congrats, Yomiel. Now you have Ammy strutting around with a pair of Kanye West sunglasses. The atrocity.]

[theothersissel]

[What in the world has he done. D:]

Hey, wolves don't wear sunglasses. That just looks silly.

[he pauses as he looks over her- he can see the markings on her because back home, there are gods which people like Yomiel believe in. Even on that day he got hit with a meteor from up above, a nearby man said it was the power of the gods. Even Yomiel himself believes that that event couldn't have been more than coincidence.]

Those markings...

[to_takamagahara]

[Oh hey, you can see them? Ammy tilts her head to knock off the glasses, looking up at him.]

[theothersissel]

...

[Yomiel takes a moment to stare at the sun god, a curious look on his face.]

What are you?

[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ Sniff, sniff! Oh, it smells like the delicious cherry suit man! Like a bloodhound, Terezi hones in on him, approaches, and leaaaans in to seesmell what he's doing. ]

Hey, cherry man! What are you dooooing~?

[theothersissel]

[Oh, hello Judging Chalkmuncher, AKA a certain troll with a love for red. Yomiel just smirks before looking at another pair.]

Hey, Terezi. I'm just looking for a pair of sunglasses...Gamzee stole my original one when he attacked me.

[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ Terezi plucks a gaudy pair of red shades from the display and shoves them at him. ]

What about these? Hehehehe!

[theothersissel]

[He looks at them, but then tosses them back into the heap with the others.]

Hahaha, thanks, but those aren't my style. Besides, wearing those would just give you more of that cherry flavor you say I taste like.

[fightswithsocks]

What happened to your other pair?

[Stocking is standing behind him, not caring if she happens to surprise him with her sudden appearance.]

[theothersissel]

They got stolen by a murderous clown who stabbed me twice in the back. Yeah.

[And he's not even going to turn because he is a jerk like that.]

[fightswithsocks]

You must really be a weakling if you got beat up by a clown.

[theothersissel]

[A condescending smile.]

That clown killed three other people and ripped off another guy's leg, not to mention mutilate and maim several other people.

So yeah, I was a real weakling for getting beat up by him.