those not so blessed would be crying out murder

[visionblessing]

Who: Galatea | visionblessing & Badou | flamingun; closed
When: A DAY. Afternoon-ish?
Where: Market
Format: Kicking it off paragraph, but either is fine with me.
What: Running into people while shopping. IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME.
Warnings: None that I can think of. I guess potential language?

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[flamingun]

Badou was glancing between two equally ancient cigarette brands, wondering which would taste better. Something people didn't realize about Badou was that he's actually far more picky about his smokes then he's lead people to believe.

He was reading the tiny print of the pack in his left hand when he heard a voice off to his side. He glances over, not realizing the question was aimed at him until he saw she was looking right at him.

"Um, sure. I guess. What d'ya need?"

sob, work happened ;; but I have tomorrow off!

[visionblessing]

She smiled just slightly, a small tugs at the corners of her mouth. Galatea's smiles were unnerving for some, coupled with the milky white of destroyed irises, but that did little to deter her.

"Thank you," she replied politely, bowing her head a little. "I am trying to locate hair products," Galatea continued, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a woman dressed in a nun's attire to seek out something so frivilous. "Do you have time?"

If not, she could always lurk and aggravate him during his own shopping endeavours. A subtle revenge, but at least likely for a little entertainment.

It's no problem. ^^

[flamingun]

He's not exactly unnerved by her smile, since he's worked with Heine for so long, he's used to the most crazed and freaky facial expressions ever. But he's not even focusing on her face but thinking where the best place for hair products would be.

Back home he had a part time job in a little shop, so he's well versed where products would usually be stocked, but he's not sure if it's the same here. "I've got no where else to be. I was actually going to look for that stuff when I finished here anyways." He makes a gesture towards his hair, which is long enough to go midways down his back.

"Just give me a sec." He goes back to glancing between the packs before sighing and putting one down and pocketing the other.

[visionblessing]

"Is that so? Then the investigation is well suited to both of us." It was almost a pleasant surprise, really-- consideration of hair care (or enough that simply leaving it to became an unsightly mess was a likely peril) was close to enough to counter the smell of tobacco.

Galatea waited patiently, smoothing the cloth of her habit. "There's no rush. I am grateful for the assistance." A brief pause, and she tilted her head to the side, as if contemplating her new comrade. "Ah, forgive my rudeness. My name is Galatea."

It would be remiss, of course, not to be polite to one who had so easily complied. She suspected that any of her comrades from her own world would have taken rather more convincing.