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Post by gilbscipher on Aug 13, 2015 2:18:18 GMT -5
She grinned upon hearing his name, "That's a really fancy name you've got there! Who knows, maybe the nickname Zach might stick!" Evelyn exclaimed, giving his hand a strong shake, surprising as it may be.
Retracting her hand, she looked around her shop, "Feel free to stay a bit longer. I wouldn't mind the company!" The candle demon offered, putting away everything that was behind the counter, picking up her bag filled with gemstones.
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Post by saltcipher on Aug 13, 2015 2:27:25 GMT -5
Zeltain laughed "Eh! Bit too plain-jane for me! But I like your spunk." They took the bag of tarts off the counter and peered inside, licking their lips with their too-long tongue.
They glanced back up at Evie. "Are you sure? I know you were about to close shop- I wouldn't want to keep you!"
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Post by gilbscipher on Aug 13, 2015 2:39:11 GMT -5
Evelyn shrugged nonchalantly, "I thought it was kind of cute!" She mused, looking over her shoulder, "I am! I never get company. I, like you, well... I don't see people!"
She put a finger to her lips, her grin taking a creepy turn, "Y'know, they usually get chased off or whatnot. Shouldn't have touched this or that-" Evelyn blinked before seemingly going back to normal, "Of course, it's your choice. Don't let me be the one keeping you."
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Post by saltcipher on Aug 13, 2015 2:46:03 GMT -5
Zeltain blinked and gave a wide smile. "Sounds fun! I know that feeling. But sure I'll stick around for a bit! I probably should give myself some social interaction!" They concentrated their zwings, shrinking them in size slightly and pulling a fruit tart out of the bag to sniff at.
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Post by gilbscipher on Aug 13, 2015 2:51:39 GMT -5
Evelyn gave a thumbs up before gesturing to the door in the corner of the room, "We can head upstairs! Careful what you touch!"
With that, she opened the door for him, revealing a narrow flight of stairs, the middle of each step bending slightly downward, revealing that this bakery was rather old and worn down from years of use. However, Evelyn had only been living there for 2 years- ever since she joined the cult.
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Post by saltcipher on Aug 13, 2015 3:01:09 GMT -5
They peered up the stairs curiously, taking a clumsy bite of the fruit tart.
"Awesome!" They mumbled, mouth full, handing the paper bag of tarts off to an extended tendril of their zwings before heading up the stairs.
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Post by gilbscipher on Aug 13, 2015 3:13:01 GMT -5
Evelyn followed after them, and once they were at the top, the stairwell opened up into a rather tacky-looking hallway. to the left, there was a single door, and to the right, there were three, "C'mon, we can skip those other rooms- let me show you the living room." She told him, walking to the very last door before opening it up. In the corner was a grand piano by large windows over looking the courtyard in the back, heavy drapes adorning them. Those windows each had the same triangle on the glass panes- a reoccurring theme throughout the entire upper level. Of course, there was a couch and a recliner as well as a television above the fire place. Everything about the dimly lit room screamed 'cozy'.
"Feel free to take any seat you'd like! Mind the paintings and skulls over on the far wall- wouldn't want any accidents!"
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Post by saltcipher on Aug 13, 2015 15:29:53 GMT -5
Zeltain took everything in, still munching away and was strucken with awe by the lovely room. Their attention couldn't decide where to land, from admiring the piano to the view outside the windows.
"You have a lovely home! And your collection of skulls is especially impressive. I too, collect bones! Also, this tart is probably the best I've ever had." They finished it with a final bite and reached back to let their zwings dissolve whatever tart-y remains may be left on their hands before heading over to sink into the couch.
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