WHO: Conner, whoever else
WHEN: Tues. Oct. 27th sometime before noon
WHERE: Madame Miriam's Miracles
WHAT: Halloween is coming up, no way in hell is a paranoid fae seeing Irish man gonna be without a whole box of lucky charms.
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Horseshoes, rabbit's feet and white heather please )
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Nikolej cocked his head thoughtfully from where he was perched upon a deep shelf built into the wall, pushing a pair of darker than dark sunglasses up his nose bridge until they sat crookedly on top of his wild hair. He looked completely at ease there, like a cat basking in the sun, despite the fact that he was very much sitting in the poorly lit back of the shop. Perhaps a little too at ease, the way he abruptly albeit lazily began to smile as if he knew this complete stranger. Between his fingers he rolled a cigarette, or a very close approximation of one hint hint, but it was difficult to smell anything other than... eau de Madame Maime's Miracles: it was so strongly scented with spicy incense, tea, other hippie crap that it was like sticking your head in a sultan's pyjamas.
"You're not trying to steal anything, are you? Because you look pretty shady."
Not that he even worked here, or cared...
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"Uh, yo... What are you doing?"
Wondering who the hell would be creeping the the back of a shop that smelled of a mystic's home Conner looked up, thoughtful expression turning into a scowl. Nikolej Knudsen... Nikolej fucking some of a bitch bastard Knudsen... His sworn enemy from high school he still had a grudge against. And there he was too, smiling like some lazy cat as if he didn't know him!
"Yer the one who looks facken shady," he snapped, taking a few steps back to properly glare at his old tormentor. He'd gone years without seeing this guy and he pops up out of the blue. " 'm not gonna facken steal anythin' either." Not like he could say the same for the other considering how much shit he'd gotten away with when they were younger.
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