[Locked] Whimsicle Fuckery at the Craft Fair

[corpsedisposal]

The convention center is several floors of partitioned chaos. The craft fair is just one microcosm shoved into the corner of the third floor, opposite from a cat show. There's a model train convention, comic book convention, fantasy convention, furry convention, dog show, reptile convention, nursing conference, choir festival, career fair, school

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[ripsouthearts]

Ran's never been to a place like this. He spent most of his adolescence on the road, never stopping for more than a few days in one place. He is a runaway, after all. Of course, now that he's eighteen they can't haul him back to his relatives, but at the same time he isn't much interested in a family reunion. So stopping for sightseeing was never on the agenda, especially at a convention

[corpsedisposal]

Rain finds this comment, like most things, to be hilarious and she snorts derisively. "She wishes, doesn't she?" Maryanne shoots her a glare, but Rain ignores her and doesn't get to see it. "Grim cunt," she mutters under her breath. "So you're Ran? I'm Rain. Have a seat, guy." A theatrical sweep of the hand indicates the second chair.

[ripsouthearts]

Ran's usually unintentionally hilarious. It's because nothing he says ever goes through a verbal filter first. He's unapologetically a dick, and he grins at Maryanne, and sits don next to Rain.

"I am indeed," he replies, resisting the urge to kick off his Doc Martens. He supposes if he's working, he should keep his shoes on, and this is decidedly a step up from flipping burger or washing dishes. At least those jobs didn't involve customer interaction though.

"Friendly neighbour."

[corpsedisposal]

If there's much of a line with Rain, it would definitely fall somewhere around taking one's shoes off, so it's probably a good thing he's kept them on. She tugs at her long ponytail, twists it around her finger and shrugs. "Welcome to the fast-paced cutthroat world of crafts." Few of the people in the booths around them like each other. It's a lot like she imagines high school would've been like.

She looks up at the clock again with an air of tragic acceptance. "I'll show you how sales are made as we make them. Politeness is kind of important, so you'll... have to try to learn that. Then, when I can no longer stand the hideous swell of bodies, I'll leave you alone here and go run, um, errands for a while. The place just opened, so the scavenger hoards- customers- should be shambling in within the next half hour. That gives me enough time to conduct the awkward interview portion of things before they completely flood the room