Alison picked up different vegetables and other ingredients based on the quiet suggestions of the timid young man. When the two made it to the checkout stand, Alison remembered that it was raining and she didn't have an umbrella with her. Looking outside, she shuddered a bit and nervously played with her heater gauntlets. They were significantly smaller than before, generally she kept them looking like simple bracelets with small shield accessories.
'Hey, Mark. Do you have an umbrella?' She asked. Before letting him respond, she bought a pair of compact ones and handed him one of them. From there, she would have him follow her out onto the streets of downtown Soleil.
Dyl couldn't hold back a quiet giggle. Making a habit out of something usually implies a repetition of it. Did Peers think that they'd see each other again? Dyl liked to think that but calling him out on it might backfire.
"Of course, I didn't mean to impose~" he cooed. Dyl then recalled the person that caused the scene back a few weeks back. He was flashy and brash, bright pink hair. He remembered the whole ordeal and how it ended rather messy. Peers left before Dyl could get a real read on both of them, but he managed to figure out that the pinker individual was most likely some type of fairy. Dyl had seen some fairies before when he was younger and experiences with them were usually the same. Sure some were different, but many were simply too small for their emotions, so they'd act brashly or abruptly when dealt with new scenarios or unfavorable circumstances. But that man that caused all the problems before was the size of a regular human? Maybe he had more issues that were greater than a normal fairy ever had to experience.
"Yes, he was quite the handful, wasn't he?" Dyl agreed, "or perhaps 'brat' is a better term for him" A very rare moment indeed, as Dyl never calls or accuses others in ill terminology. Of course, Peers would probably have called him something worse, but Dyl did not know anyone here well enough to probably categorize them as 'Good' or 'Bad' people. So far, Dyl liked Peers, but that was all he could gauge right now.
He smiled at the other's introduction, and nodded. He glanced down at the contents of food Peers was gathering, "So Peers, what are you trying to make?" he asked sweetly, his name danced on his voice.
Company :: Dyl Glamours :: N/a Outfit :: Jeans and white tshirt with denim jacket
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Peers had tried to make it perfectly clear to the man that he was capable on his own. He thought he did a good job being all gruff and stern, but Dyl’s response for some reason didn’t seem as serious with the way he said it. Yet so far blondie didn’t come off as anything but sincere, so he didn’t know what to think. He wasn’t being made fun of, was he? He didn’t want to jump to conclusions and in turn burst into an angry tirade for no reason. For once he was trying to just have a normal conversation, kind of like the ones he had with Lola, but he was feeling all flustered trying to corral his thoughts and emotions. With a swish of his tail, he simply stared all deflated at the man as the conversation continued on.
It probably wasn’t a good idea to bring up that whole ordeal, but weeks later it still didn’t really sit well with Peers. “Tch, kids are a handful,” he countered. “More like a psycho,” he grumbled under his breath. He honestly didn’t know how anyone in their right mind could act like that. Sure there were always shitty people he interacted with but never in that way. “Still wish I coulda finished beating him into the ground.” If he could’ve made that prissy richie cry and bleed then he would’ve easily been able to let it all go. Well, if he kept running into Dyl then the chances of running into that s**t were just as likely. At least that gave him some piece of mind.
Their talk almost made him forget where he was and what he was doing, but he was soon reminded when asked about what he was making. His brown eyes lowered to his basket and he eyed everything in it. The most notable were the eggplants, but a few radishes and potatoes hid among them. He shrugged his shoulders before glancing back up at Dyl. “The eggplants were on sale so I got some. Saw the curry packets and thought that seemed good together,” he admitted rather lamely. “I don’t like cooking so anything that’s pretty much already made is good enough for me.” Saying that out loud made him feel stupid, and the blush soon returned to his cheeks as he became all frazzled. He didn’t know why he said that, but now it was out there. He quickly averted his gaze again and gestured to Dyl’s basket. “What about you?”
With Peers's answer, Dyl confirmed his idea that it was better to interfere back then. If the other man wanted to truly beat up the pink haired boy, surely the police would have been called and Peers could've gotten into serious trouble. If any child act as entitled as he did, he would've probably enjoyed the aftermath of punishment against his assailant. But, Dyl figured he would keep that to himself.
The man had some eggplants and other vegetables and after the whole debacle with shelf, he confessed that he didn't much like cooking but that he'd try to make a curry with with vegetables he had. Dyl couldn't remember the last time he had curry. Well, he's only had Indian curry, and its spices and colors were delectable in more ways than one. But maybe his curry would be different. But Peers didn't really enjoy cooking. Dyl couldn't help but smile and nod when he returned the question.
"I'm mostly just restocking my pantry and refrigerator, but my friend gave me a recipe to try tonight for dinner, something translated to spicy rice cakes... " He fished through his basket, poking at the apples and pulled out a small sheet of paper with ingredients listed under Korean lettering that read "떡볶이", showing it to the other man. "Yet, to be honest I don't much like cooking either. Too many ways to burn myself.. but recipes helps keep my hands busy. Being out on-" He paused a bit, seeing just how easy it was to converse with Peers. He was about to reveal that Dyl struggled to be on land sometimes. The merman assumed that they weren't that close yet (though he'd like for that to change), but if Peers could see through his human form or something, the blonde wasn't going to keep what he was a secret from him. Maybe a closer friendship would allow them to reveal more about themselves to each other. Dyl cleared his throat, " Being out in a new city and everything makes me... anxious, I suppose..." he pondered, thinking that those words were accurate enough. Dyl couldn't help but notice the pink shades that continued to plague the man's freckled features. The blonde couldn't help but enjoy it, finding the other's slight hints of bashfulness incredibly endearing. Perhaps Dyl was being mean enjoying the man's discomfort so much, but the only way he could think of to help his shyness was to either keep talking or to end the conversation. And Dyl didn't really want to do either... "The recipe is Korean, I think, although I'll probably resort to a salad if too much boiling becomes involved".
With:Nobody l Activity:Grocery shopping l Status:Healthy l Relationship Status:Single
Mark made sure to quickly pick up the other items he needed as well when the girl wasn't asking him questions about what to pick up. Once the finally made it to the checkout Mark was mentally freaking out over the fact that she was apparently planning on having him follow along with her. Once the question was posed before he could open his mouth she produced two umbrellas and in return he simply offered another quiet thank you as he opened it up once he was done paying. From there Mark would follow the girl as she seemed to want him to.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 6:10 pm
Peers Karstensen
Company :: Dyl Glamours :: N/a Outfit :: Jeans and white tshirt with denim jacket
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For a brief moment Peers wondered about what Dyl would usually make in a day based on what he was getting. The inquiry felt a little too personal though and he was quick to shut down the thought. Instead he focused on what the heck spicy rice cakes were. Was it exactly like it sounded? A cake made with rice and a bunch of spice? That sounded absolutely horrible and he couldn’t completely hide his grimace. As he looked over the paper presented to him it made a little more sense to see some foreign letters in the recipe. Different places had different tastes, although he wasn’t willing to try whatever it was. “If it even turns out good let me know,” he said without really being aware of what he was saying. He probably wouldn’t ever have intentionally implied he wanted to catch up if it weren’t for his head stuck in loops trying to figure out what the heck it was supposed to look like.
Peers actually caught the slight hesitation as he spoke. He chose to believe it wasn’t anything more than Dyl stumbling over his own words. It was habit to not become curious about what someone was trying to be secretive about. He could keep his secrets and in turn the huldrakall expected to keep his own life private as well. It was just how he did things. “It’s probably because of you being so nice and you’re constantly trying to help people that makes you feel that way. There’s always trouble in a big city…” Well, maybe not as much as where he moved from. That place was crawling with criminal activity. “Doesn’t bother me none since I just keep to myself.” Mostly. Obviously not at the moment. Surprisingly he was starting to feel rather at ease with their conversing.
Bringing up that the recipe he was trying to make was Korean gave him a little pause. He probably learned about the place back in high school before dropping out… but that was roughly 10 years prior. He’d be embarrassed to admit he didn’t know much about Korea in the slightest. He’d just pretend he understood if it was brought up. “Sounds like what I’d do. Nothing easier than salad… which reminds me I better get some before I check out.” His fridge wasn’t close to empty. It was all frozen dinners because he liked how quick and easy it was, but that didn’t mean he never got tired of eating it every day. Some fresh salad would be good for a change.
"Well, when my friend made it, it wasn't bad. I just hope I can match it to her standard" he replied, choosing to not acknowledge the implications of his comment about letting him know how it tasted. It was sweet enough to think that Peers would like to see him again, whether it was true or not.
"Ah~ I suppose there is, but... " he glanced up to the side, thinking how to phrase this properly, " I'm not sure if it is about being nice or not, but I see it like this. If I simply stand by and watch, when I can easily help, then I grow complicit and numb to the things around me. What if you if you fell here and got hurt? If I just stood there and did nothing I wouldn't feel alright about that. Perhaps it's my own selfishness or guilt that makes me act the way I do, but butting in as I do has allowed me to meet some colorful people that I like to call new friends" he smiled back to Peers. He probably didn't call Dyl a friend but Dyl would like to call Peers a friend... well maybe someday.
The talk of salads now was beginning to make Dyl pretty hungry. He needed to find more ingredients as well, " Ah~ Then I shouldn't keep you." he smiled and readjusted his basket and umbrella to hold comfortably in his arms. " I hope to see you around." He began walking back down the aisle to search for his items again, only to pause and remember the other sales he saw back in the produce department. " Ah! the cucumbers were on sale too, you should try those in a salad too~" he giggled a little and then happily gave a wave and wink and continued shopping through out the store.
When he was finished, he'd purchase his items and walked back home in the summer rain.
--:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- Where: Grocery Store With: - Age: 26 Orientation: Bisexual || Single Status: Shopping for groceries Voice: Generally calm and shines through some of the democracy without sounding stuck up. Address: 1419 Doux --:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- In the late noon, Damen finally walked the streets towards the grocery store. He had planned to do so a lot sooner, but he had been distracted by his company yet again. Not that there was much else to focus on at the moment while by himself. Once he had worked through the e-mails and some phone calls however, the man was finally on his way to get some needed stock. He needed vegetables and some meat and while there he might as well pick up and restock other items as well. It didn't take him long to reach the store and walk in. From the moment he entered, the demon walked straight to the bread department first. He was running out of that too. As he walked passed the snacks and drinks he stopped for a moment, thinking to himself. He wasn't a big fan of snacks himself, but he did like the drinks and the occasional treat.
In fact buying a treat this few actually made them taste better in his opinion. So he reconsidered his track to the bread and walked towards the cookies and chips. Though what he was after was just part of the department, name a butterscotch pie. Of course his favorite remained apple pie, but only freshly baked like the one at the coffee shop. Damen picked up two of the pies, in case he might get visitors, you never knew, and then continued on to the bread. He would move around the shop until he filled his basket with the necessary products and items like shampoo, adding a new toothbrush and some toothpaste as he leisurely wandered through the place. He was clearly in no hurry.
OOC: Not super long as he is just by himself, but feel free to join in!
--:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- Where: Grocery Store, Downtown Soleil With: - Age 23 Orientation: Gay, Single Status: Doing some necessary grocery shopping Address: 1423 Doux --:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- It was well in the day when Zayid walked through the paths of the grocery store, a basket in his right hand and a written shopping list in his left hand which he read as he walked and looked around him to find all the items he had listed as needed to restock. His gaze went from the paper to the items before him as he took his time to gather all the things. He needed quite some, but it wasn't a truckload so he had only picked up a basket to carry his purchases. The man never had been much for binge eating anyway.
This time he had several items on the list that had been advice from Tony for his new diet now he was training a lot more. Some fresh vegetables, fruit and milk were already in the basket. He was looking for juices and some soda. Not for himself but in case he would get visitors that would prefer it. Other than that he just picked up some necessities for meals, bread and some shampoo and such. Zayid stopped for a moment and looked at the basket, before he re-assured himself the basket was big enough and he continued his track along the shelves.
⊙〖OOC: Lemme know if it isn't cool! I can change it up. gonk ⊙ Today's Outfit:With black skinny jeans and curls galore! ⊙ Feeling: Happy-Go-Lucky; Relaxed. ⊙ Money: $1780.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
Tyrese would have killed her knowing she had driven out in the rain like this. Thunder crashed overhead as she made her way past the sliding doors. Well, maybe not killed her - but he certainly wouldn't have liked the idea. She flicked off whatever water specks managed to snatch onto the shoulders of her ghost themed sweatshirt, padding her shoes off on the mat before strolling inside. But they needed groceries and that's what she was here to do. It was funny, wasn't it? Two months ago and it had been the same weather, on the same kind of day. She sighed softly in a love-struck manner. The rocking car, his arms surrounding her, his cooing tone- Thank God she was wearing the hoodie she was to cover the new goosebumps layering her arms. She pushed a hand into her dampened curls, annoyance interfering her recalled memories. She could manipulate water as much as she wanted to avoid her curls falling flat from their roots but damn the humidity it dragged with it. It didn't feel too crazy, that was the plus, but she could definitely feel the frizz. Speaking of which-
She clicked her tongue, making a sudden turn for the hair products. Not that she needed it, but that didn't mean she didn't like having a little bit of Miss Jessie's on hand for when she wanted more volume than she already had. She had been lucky to receive the hair she had; and even luckier that she didn't need much to maintain it. She paused in front of the more textured section, rolling a plastic jar between her hands and casually glancing to the people around her; but one girl in particular caught her eye enough to double take. Bree blinked slowly, trying to drag her gaze back to the bottle. Uncanny resemblance. Or was it just her? She blinked, sneaking another fish eyed look. They had similar facial features. A similar styled haircut except her features were... Darker. Her eyes slowly closed before opening again, slowly shaking her head - her curls following suit. No, she was overthinking it.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2019 9:19 pm
《ＡｌｌｉｘxxＵｅｈａｒａ》 ✲The Fashionable Jaguar✲ OOTD (except with slippers instead of the sneakers lol)
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With the rain coming down as hard as it was, and with the sky lighting up every so often with claps of thunder, it was a horrible time to even try to ride to the store on her motorcycle. Allix was hoping to give her sweet little ride one last whirl before Fall crept it's way in, but it seems like this storm had other plans... Either way, she still needed to get some crap for the house. After dealing with her brother's arrest, on top of her family's bullshit, she basically stress ate everything she could in the fridge. The only things left standing were a few half drunken bottles of water, nearly empty wine bottles, and maybe like... ketchup and s**t. Now was the time to quit her crying and put on her big girl pants aka the comfiest sweat pants she could find! Slipping into something more fitting to her sloth-like mood, Allix did her best to look kinda decent and waited around inside her place until her ovoo javer finally pulled up into the front of the building.
It wasn't that far of a drive, but her driver sure was driving slow. With the rain pelting everything on the street, it made traffic worse. By the time she got to the grocery store, she was a bit too irritated to even give her driver a proper thank you. She just tipped him on the app and quickly strolled into the grocery store before her slippers could get soaked. Allix didn't feel like getting too much stuff just because not only was she tight on cash, but she was also not feeling having lug TONS of heavy plastic bags into her home. A few TV dinners and maybe some pitiful struggle oven pizza would do. " I might as well get some more of that volumizing hairspray...My hair's starting to look as shitty as I am... "
Getting all of the depression snacks she could get, Allix made a beeline for the beauty section. Hairspray, Hairspray, Hairspray. There was no way she was leaving without it. She had work tomorrow morning and there was no way she was going in with her hair looking flat as a sucky pancake! Ugh... If only she were blessed with her mother's flawless waves. Unfortunately, she had to inherit her father's pin straight hair that made her look more like the grudge whenever she got wet. Maybe one day, she'd boss up and get a perm, but until then, she was gonna fake it 'til she made it! Obsidian orbs glanced through the hair products before they eventually moved upwards, locking eyes with a somewhat familiar sight. " Huh, my bed head's actually looking pretty good for once. " The woman said in a pleasantly surprised tone of voice. For a second, the poor girl thought she was looking into a mirror. She reached up to touch the ends of her hair when she realized the figure that she was staring at wasn't following her movement. Wait a second... it wasn't a mirror? " HOLY s**t! Uh... ******** this is awkward. " At this point, Allix was already too deep into her fixated gaze to even try to act as if she weren't just staring into someone's soul.
⊙〖OOC: Sorry! Went out of town on Saturday and then had a super busy day today. Kind of a short post. c: ⊙ Today's Outfit:With black skinny jeans and curls galore! ⊙ Feeling: Confused; Humored. ⊙ Money: $1780.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
A pair of onyx eyes landed on hers so intensely she could swear the other woman had been thinking the same thing she had or had the ability to read her thoughts. Her cheeks lightly flushed in embarrassment, but confusion laced the emotion when the woman began to fluff her hair in front of him. A long, boisterous laugh left her lips, leaving the brunette doubled over before slowly leaning up, a wide smile plastered on her face. "I thought the same thing!" She pointed. "What the actual hell." She gave the woman a quick up and down, snorting softly in her direction. "We've even got the outfit colors on point, look at that." Not the exact same clothing, bust still. She stuck her leg out and twisted her knee, noticing even the same shoe color; although this woman wore slippers. Something Bree might've done if this were a late night trip. A white clothed torso, darkish colored pants, and white footwear. Of course, the longer she stayed the more she noticed the differences between them; the eye color, the hair color, the lack of curls. But still, it was... Eerie. "But I'm glad you think my hair looks nice." She chuckled. "So is your name Bree too?"
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
