[ Then comes the remaining explanations! And somehow, when thinking of Yang and arm wrestling her to win a buncha blowjobs from Weiss (this is both a joke and a thing help), he couldn't help but get the image of gold or yellow out of his head? Otherwise he hadn't the foggiest idea as to what she looked like. But he hums thoughtfully upon Weiss putting it all into perspective for him.
The man already towers over the tiny Schnee on a regular day, but he instinctively finds himself getting on his tippy toes with her (like a couple meerkats). Scouting in the same direction she looks, he lowers back down on his heels at the same time before nodding.
"Oh, and we should get a basket—" "Right here, Miss Schnee!" ]
Jeezus!
[ The staff member didn't scare him! Just startled. There's a freakin difference. But it's minute at best, considering that they don't even acknowledge him in the slightest. How could they, when they were in the presence of royalty and he should be the one groveling at her feet? Was the Queen of Spades here to do an autograph signing? Did she have a book to sign away to her adoring fans?! Why didn't she?! Either way, they'd best count their blessings that this bookshop was usually more quaint and quiet in comparison to other locations. Maybe this was a secret safehaven for royalty after all.
Placing his trio of journals (sans Yang) in their basket, he actually was expecting her to hand it to him after! Good timing too, because he accepts it with a simple "okay" before following her to the pen aisle. And if he thought that the selection was varying before down journals and diaries? ]
Holy— [ Shit! ] How many are we talking here?!
[ Not a complaint! Again! He's floored by the selection. It's almost daunting...but there she goes, hovering about like the little busy bee that she is, picking out varying types and colours. Clickers, ballpoints, gel...how many types ARE there actually? The writer must study his own store help. kjlfdsa By the time he's faced with the numerous pens lain out before him on the counter, he looks at them all before plucking up the first one, being a gel, brow furrowing as he stares at it scrupulously. ]
What kinda colours do you tend to use? [ Popping the cap off the fresh pen, thanks to being in the presence of the Queen, the staff aren't going to give up a fabricated hard time for trying their product before buying. This is a pen bar, damn it! They can try them out!
While nowhere near as refined as the former heiress' penmanship, she'd come to find that Ragna's was still surprisingly clean! There's no lines on the paper they're using as samples, the gel gliding like butter across the page to the point that he doesn't need to apply much pressure to get it inked on. But what he notices as he tries it a couple times is that due to how wet it was, his hand brushing over his name gets it to smudge slightly. Something he takes note off before he moves on to the remaining five. ]
I guess this feels nice, but...it smudges easy. Do you gotta let this dry before touching it?
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Oh. Freaking duh.
[ Then comes the remaining explanations! And somehow, when thinking of Yang and arm wrestling her to win a buncha blowjobs from Weiss (this is both a joke and a thing help), he couldn't help but get the image of gold or yellow out of his head? Otherwise he hadn't the foggiest idea as to what she looked like. But he hums thoughtfully upon Weiss putting it all into perspective for him.
The man already towers over the tiny Schnee on a regular day, but he instinctively finds himself getting on his tippy toes with her (like a couple meerkats). Scouting in the same direction she looks, he lowers back down on his heels at the same time before nodding.
"Oh, and we should get a basket—" "Right here, Miss Schnee!" ]
Jeezus!
[ The staff member didn't scare him! Just startled. There's a freakin difference. But it's minute at best, considering that they don't even acknowledge him in the slightest. How could they, when they were in the presence of royalty and he should be the one groveling at her feet? Was the Queen of Spades here to do an autograph signing? Did she have a book to sign away to her adoring fans?! Why didn't she?! Either way, they'd best count their blessings that this bookshop was usually more quaint and quiet in comparison to other locations. Maybe this was a secret safehaven for royalty after all.
Placing his trio of journals (sans Yang) in their basket, he actually was expecting her to hand it to him after! Good timing too, because he accepts it with a simple "okay" before following her to the pen aisle. And if he thought that the selection was varying before down journals and diaries? ]
Holy— [ Shit! ] How many are we talking here?!
[ Not a complaint! Again! He's floored by the selection. It's almost daunting...but there she goes, hovering about like the little busy bee that she is, picking out varying types and colours. Clickers, ballpoints, gel...how many types ARE there actually?
The writer must study his own store help. kjlfdsaBy the time he's faced with the numerous pens lain out before him on the counter, he looks at them all before plucking up the first one, being a gel, brow furrowing as he stares at it scrupulously. ]What kinda colours do you tend to use? [ Popping the cap off the fresh pen, thanks to being in the presence of the Queen, the staff aren't going to give up a fabricated hard time for trying their product before buying. This is a pen bar, damn it! They can try them out!
While nowhere near as refined as the former heiress' penmanship, she'd come to find that Ragna's was still surprisingly clean! There's no lines on the paper they're using as samples, the gel gliding like butter across the page to the point that he doesn't need to apply much pressure to get it inked on. But what he notices as he tries it a couple times is that due to how wet it was, his hand brushing over his name gets it to smudge slightly. Something he takes note off before he moves on to the remaining five. ]
I guess this feels nice, but...it smudges easy. Do you gotta let this dry before touching it?
[ About the gel, that is. ]