WHO: Pierre and Feliks WHEN: September 7, Early Afternoon WHERE: Book Alley WHAT: Two forces meet that may be powerful enough to destroy the entire world as we know it... or just add to the chaos that Liberty already has.
Pierre was on register duty, but seeing as there was barely anyone around anyway, he allowed himself the liberty of walking around the shop aimlessly. He quite liked the smell of books and looking through what he found interesting was a neat little "time-wasting" hobby of his. If anyone was a master in the art of wasting time, it was him.
It didn't take long before he made a whole round of the floor and returned to the cash. He had fully expected to find it looking exactly as it looked before he left, but that was not the case. Pierre scowled slightly at the girl (wait, was that really a girl?) who was nonchalantly eating lunch while sitting on the counter. What was he doing acting all comfortable anyway? Pierre thought to himself, slightly annoyed. Though, his annoyance was mostly originating from the empty feeling in his stomach. I haven't even eaten lunch yet and this woman and eating here like she lives here. He thought bitterly to himself as he approached the cash with an unpleasant look on his face
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It wasn't a loud or even very deep and scary voice, but it was a voice nontheless, one that definetely didn't belong to Toris. Feliks jumped and scrambled off the counter as fast as he could, disappearing from view on the other side. He tared around in fear while trying to get his breathing back to normal. He wondered if maybe the person would have ran and hid as well... He decided he'd rather not find out though, until he realized he'd left his lunch up there where the stranger was...
Very cautiously he poked his head back up over the counter and peered over it with suspicious eyes.
Yep, the person was still there... and his food as well. He carefully reached out and pulled it closer to himself, taking a bite after doing so. He kept an eye on the stranger that seemed annoyed about something as he chewed.
He responded with his mouth full, "Whatever it was. I totally didn't do it."
It took more effort than he thought to refrain from laughing. Pierre definitely wasn't expecting that reaction at all.
He had barely said a word and the stranger went and hid behind the counter. It was hilarious. She reacted so quickly; kind of like startled squirrel. Pierre amused himself with his own comparison, all the while keeping his facial expression stern. As funny as he found the situation, the stranger was still fairly suspicious. Why would someone go and hide like that? Either he did something or just had some sort of people phobia. Option two, though highly unlikely, seemed to be viable theory as well after all.
Pierre approached the counter and leaned over it. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a cafeteria." He then poked at the stranger's cheek. "And you shouldn't talk with your mouth full. It's rude; not to mention disgusting."
Feliks' eyes narrowed at the person who had just dared to invade his personal bubble. With the destruction of that bubble he stood up suddenly, losing the hiding spot, and fixed the other with a look that tried to show he hadn't been offended at all by his actions. He put one hand on his hip and the other to lean on the counter.
"And, like, last time I checked, which was just a second ago... cause I don't know you and stuff... you don't have brown hair and green eyes." Feliks retorted as if this should be news to the person, "Besides, it's not rude at all, you're the one interrupting my lunch time."
He huffed and took another bite of food to accent that statement.
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It didn't take long before he made a whole round of the floor and returned to the cash. He had fully expected to find it looking exactly as it looked before he left, but that was not the case. Pierre scowled slightly at the girl (wait, was that really a girl?) who was nonchalantly eating lunch while sitting on the counter. What was he doing acting all comfortable anyway? Pierre thought to himself, slightly annoyed. Though, his annoyance was mostly originating from the empty feeling in his stomach. I haven't even eaten lunch yet and this woman and eating here like she lives here. He thought bitterly to himself as he approached the cash with an unpleasant look on his face ( ... )
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Very cautiously he poked his head back up over the counter and peered over it with suspicious eyes.
Yep, the person was still there... and his food as well. He carefully reached out and pulled it closer to himself, taking a bite after doing so. He kept an eye on the stranger that seemed annoyed about something as he chewed.
He responded with his mouth full, "Whatever it was. I totally didn't do it."
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He had barely said a word and the stranger went and hid behind the counter. It was hilarious. She reacted so quickly; kind of like startled squirrel. Pierre amused himself with his own comparison, all the while keeping his facial expression stern. As funny as he found the situation, the stranger was still fairly suspicious. Why would someone go and hide like that? Either he did something or just had some sort of people phobia. Option two, though highly unlikely, seemed to be viable theory as well after all.
Pierre approached the counter and leaned over it. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a cafeteria." He then poked at the stranger's cheek. "And you shouldn't talk with your mouth full. It's rude; not to mention disgusting."
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"And, like, last time I checked, which was just a second ago... cause I don't know you and stuff... you don't have brown hair and green eyes." Feliks retorted as if this should be news to the person, "Besides, it's not rude at all, you're the one interrupting my lunch time."
He huffed and took another bite of food to accent that statement.
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