Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Varick stepped into the store, a casually but well dressed man who appeared to be somewhere in his twenties. Hazel eyes directed immediately to the front of the store -- where a bearded man sat behind the counter, a bored expression on his slightly pudgy face and an open magazine in his lap. The blond moved forward his long legs taking the strides as swiftly and confidently as if he had been here countless times before, though there was no doubt that he had not. Tilting his head, and clearing his throat to catch the cashier's attention, a smirk made his lips twitch slightly upward. That bored expression had morphed into one of mortification in the space of a heartbeat, and the middle-aged male was not so discreetly shoving the magazine under the desk, and out of sight. Whatever the articles were about, they were likely incriminating, not something that should be perused while on the job. But we're all mortal, aren't we? Varick mused, deciding to let the awkward moment slip by, his smirk fading until it seemed just a simple smile of greeting. Hello, the cashier was the one to speak first, even before the red faded fully from his face. You're...ahm...here to look at the merchandise, are you? Merchandise? How cozy. I am...and I wondered if you had any recommendations for me. he said, murmuring low, but even then a distinct German accent could be detected. He smiled. And the worker, assuming he had been bailed out of that one 'oh shit' moment, returned the smile in kind. Ah, yeah. Well it depends on how much you've got to spend... I'm not concerned with the numbers -- you just tell me what you think. Erm...okay, then...well, one of our hottest items is this little lady back there. You can't see her though. We had to take steps to ensure that...well, she's a feisty one, was shipped in from...arrh...Peru, I think. Just yesterday. A succubus. If you look at her, and if she meets your eye, you're in for the most mindblowing sex you can imagine. Her powers are out of this world, truly. ...But...ah, there are hazards, because...she doesn't actually like men...or at least, she hasn't liked any associated with this shop, so... She'd sooner seduce me into bed long enough to jam the knife in my back. Varick concluded. He shook his head. A slave, he was looking for, yes. A rebellious slave would even do -- he had confidence in his ability to handle that type...but he didn't enjoy the idea of behaving in a way that he couldn't control. It was too vulnerable a thing, and would only end badly. What I'm looking for is a sl...mm, pet, he said the world with some distaste. that has enough spirit to be interesting, but not enough to kill me in my bed. You understand. he smiled. I'd like someone fairly youthful, but of course not a child . this part was thrown in sharply, as the other man had started to get a knowing look on his face. Varick didn't like children. But unfortunately, this seedy little pet shop catered to all types. A pet that's in its prime, if you will. Well... the man scratched the back of his slightly balding head. He couldn't imagine why this customer didn't seem to want a pet that ran the more willing stripe. It was one of the most common requests, as men who just wanted the pets for sex and for company didn't like the fuss an unbroken pet had to offer. I wouldn't call the rest of these girls feisty. They're all itching to get out of here and would probably happily fall into bed with you right after walking out the door...but... ...but? There is a boy. Elliot. He's kind of... Varick smirked. I'll see Elliot. Where is the boy? Down aisle three and to the left. Varick followed the instructions, and found himself standing just outside Elliot's enclosure moments later. Immediately -- without speaking -- he raked his gaze over the male, who by all means was a fine example of something in its prime. He wasn't too young, nor too old, and he was certainly an eye catcher with his looks. Hello, Elliot. he said, after a moment. He didn't hold his hand out for a shake. Or come close to the cage, for that matter. He just stood where he was, arms crossed lightly over his chest. How are you today?