FLAGRANT BLACKMAIL DUN DA DUN

[swwag]

WHO: swwag and disillusionists
WHERE: somewhere in the City that resembles a shopping district!
WHEN: 7/24
WARNINGS: SASS??
SUMMARY: Eridan murdered the mayor, and Rose knows. So he'll be playing the part of her bag carrier this evening.
FORMAT: ACTION FOREVER AND EVER

Comments

[disillusionists]

[ she actually didn't need all of these things, but putting Eridan in a position like this is rather amusing. which is why they're stopping at their fifth store -- some dark magic sort of place. fortunetelling and paranormal things and the like.

she can feel him glaring daggers at her. making sure her translator's working right, she replies after a second ]

Not quite. There's still a few more places.

And do be careful with those, Eridan. They cost quite a bit.

[ before she's walking into the store. ]

[swwag]

[Eridan glares at her, and when he spots this charlatan department store of lies and slander she wants him to deign to go into, the vitriol of that glare increases tenfold. goddamn witch.]

Make it quick, my arms are gettin' tired. I might drop somethin'.

[he follows her in a touch hesitantly, gritting his teeth against the undoubtedly flagrantly untrue fakey fake fakeness he's breathing in here.]

[disillusionists]

[ the store smells of incense and is so obviously magic-y and whatnot, there's no need for it to be described. there's an old lady behind the counter who smiles and waves at Rose, who waves back before she's turning to Eridan ]

If your spindly arms are sore now, feel free to put down the bags. I wouldn't want you to wear yourself out from all this work you're doing.

[swwag]

[SCOFFS.]

I'm fine, thanks. Not that it's any a your concern.

[he wrinkles his nose in a supremely unprincely fashion, resettling the bags in his arms. incense, the natural enemy of any proper sciencegician. well, other than fakey fake witches.]