[2] - Dude, this cabbage sucks.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Action: Work hours, Grocery || All]

[Badou's been working at the grocery store that he's apparently been working at for years according to the magical-fucked up town. It's not too different from his world so he's picked it up fast. He'll help you find your carrots and canned corn and whatever the fuck you need to eat. He's been getting the

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[Grocery]

[have_your_lives]

[It's not that Schuldig actually needs help getting the cigarettes he wants - which, despite not having a regular habit, he's been smoking more and more due to stress. It's more that the smoking redhead working here mildly intrigues him, so having him fetch a few cartons is a convenient excuse to size him up in the meantime.

Well, that and he just enjoys trolling people. Even people with red hair nearly as nice as his. Fetch his cigarettes, retail slave.] You're new here, aren't you?

[[OOC: You'll probably want to check out Schuldig's permission posts here and here!]]

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Badou is currently manhandling some carrots into their proper place when he hears a voice and glances in the general direction of it. Welp. He doesn't look like a drone. Points for being a fellow red-head. It's probably mostly safe to talk like normal.]

Shit, that's the million dollar question today, ain't it? Or you guys don't get that many new people. [Wipes his hand on his grocer's apron.] So what can I help ya with? [He's not thinking too much right now, just the sort of automatic 'waiting for the request' kind of mindset ubiquitous to those in the business of selling.]

[have_your_lives]

No, let's just say I remember hair like ours. [Schuldig smirks at this. Long-haired redheads always stand out, Badou, especially when the red's as vivid a shade as yours or Schuldig's. Especially when it's long red hair on a man, which is hardly common.] Cigarettes. I need a few cartons - whatever's cheapest in bulk. [This isn't just practicality speaking; he's also confident he's speaking Badou's language like a native. A man who can't be persuaded to stop smoking in Mayfield's mockingly pristine establishments is probably a lifer.]

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Lets out a small chuckle. Isn't the first time he's stood out thanks to his hair.]

Yeah. Ain't hard to miss it, right? People are always like why don't ya get a haircut, but fuck it.

[Oh hey. You want a few cartons of cheap cigarettes. ]

Heh. Man after my own heart.

[Grabs a nearby step stool and strides behind the counter, using the stool to reach a shelf where some cartons of cigarettes reside. He probably isn't allowed to sell a whole retail carton. But look at all the fucks he gives. Money is money, yeah? ] So will three of these tide ya over, man? [He's a bit more amiable, what with Schuldig coming off as fellow stingy redheaded chainsmoker, but still in mostly retail mode.]