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Oy. You're glarin. [what else are you supposed to use a banana for? it's what the person at the wheel gave him. that's the last he bothered paying much attention before wandering off to find something else more interesting. no one else was spinning the wheel as hard as this guy. two spins and he was bored. (more like he was turned away, but he would've stuck around and watched whether they said go or not if he'd been interested. worked out for both sides. lucky.) but at least he got a snack out of the entire deal! and got to see someone almost throw the whole wheel off its rotator. maybe he can get this guy to go back again later, after a shift change.]
Hm? You wear them? [leaning forward, bending at the waist, he peers into the package, looking past the image on the front to the items inside. a quick back and forth and-] Haha! They're like socks! [ever since coming up on land, he's been interested in shoes, so of course he's seen socks before. even the really long ones. but those were always opaque and made out of warm material! not something with holes in them or made out of netting.] Humans are funny. They put holes in stuff they wanna cover up with.
[is it really a bad trade then? a half-eaten banana for socks with holes! neither item's gonna be useful for the intended purpose. well, this guy could still eat half a banana. but what's he gonna do with holey socks? could use them as a net, though he hasn't found anything remotely resembling a pond or lake here. or he could try to wear them? red isn't only a color in this place; so much of it's making him feel hot simply wandering around under all that garish crimso-
*yoink*
--??]
Hah? [he just took it from his hand! without giving him the package!] Oy! I never said so! [there goes his banana. and he's instantly lashing a hand out at the same time this guy's throwing the banana down his throat. (first time he's seen someone peel a fruit with their teeth though.) plastic crinkles in a soft impact as he snatches the stockings in one smooth swipe. sure, he never said yes or no, but now these are his!] Ya don't know how to trade, Sheepshead.
[but he said he was free to do what he wanted, to taking his fair trade falls under that.]
( all that's left of the banana is the peel, now, which he holds pinched between his knuckles--and sure, it would have been easy to snag the stockings back, to use star platinum's speed and knock them up out of reach. but an exchange is an exchange, even if it's for something silly like this; and even if he would rather shoulder all the responsibility of not using an item, he doesn't want to call too much attention to himself.
so that's how they end up with this uneven, silly trade: an empty banana peel, the taste of the fruit still soft on his tongue, for a brand new package of black fishnet stockings.
pressing his lips together, an irritated breath escapes, despite his best efforts. ) Sheepshead?
( several other choice lines threaten to spill from behind his teeth, but he's really trying not to get dragged out by the staff again, so he swallows them down. instead, he lifts his free hand, rubbing at the back of his neck as though this whole situation is one that he would rather not be involved in. )
You said 'humans' like you aren't one. ( perhaps he should have been more on his guard. a stand user? no, not here. ) 'Humans' refer to each other by name.
( --so he says, but this is the guy who would rather call his mom a cuss word than address her properly, so really, it's the pot and the kettle. )
If you like them, put them on. If you don't, throw them out. I'm probably going to be screwed either way. When they said you have to use them, they meant use them. You've seen what everyone's doing around here, haven't you? ( it hits him, there: that a person like this, with their head in the clouds--or in the sea foam--likely will get taken advantage of far quicker than anyone else. ) ...You haven't taken anything from anyone else, have you?
[he could still use the peel. didn't humans have that funny little trope where someone slips on those yellow skins? he's never actually seen someone in real life got head over heels on a banana peel, but it sounds hilarious! a little bit of oil or slippery solution on the floor could do the same, but isn't not the same, you know? and they couldn't even prove who the peel came from! ... but this guy doesn't look like he's the kinda person for chucking banana peels on the ground for a laugh.
maybe he'll bin it.
now, about these... stockings! oh, that's what they're called! he was thinking "tights" but nope! turning the package over in his hands, a set of mismatched eyes go wandering down the back, reading over lines of description and boring product jargon. yeah, nothing interesting back there, save for claiming they're water resistant. good to know.
and RIP!]
Ta-dah! [look at them stretch! he's all grins, holding the stockings between both hands and stretching them out. the plastic bag floats off to the ground somewhere else. ignored completely.] They look like little hammocks! [*toing toing toing!* each tug sends them bouncing up and down in front of his chest.] Stretchy too!
[oh, this guy was still talking.] Eeh? I ain't a human.
[he never said he was one. as for names, nope! the guy reminds him of a sheepshead with that dark forelock dangling over his lighter brow! big strong guy too!]
Oy, you're saying too many things at once, Sheepshead. [which one's he gonna start with? ... none! both eyebrows dip, mismatched eyes half-lidded as his lips curve in a grin promising nothing good, two rows of sharp white teeth gleaming. is his right eye glowing slightly? or perhaps that's a trick of the light. who knows.] Not yet~
[before promptly swooshing forward, fisting the stockings in one hand while *whump!* promptly looping his other arm around this guy's arm and hauling him with him. backwards. because he can't be bothered to turn him around.] I wanna try these out! Let's find a pool! One with all those sparkly circles in them!
( his gaze follows the distant flutter of the package, plastic rippling towards the ground--his teeth knit together, grinding in bemused exasperation. dealing with someone who claims not to be a human is relatively easy, given everyone and everything he's encountered up until this point, but someone who litters? given the way his interactions have gone with the staff so far, he'll end up blamed for breaking some stupid rule and then some.
with a sigh-- ) What a pain.
( it's muttered under his breath as he bends to snag up the package, crumpling it in with the banana peel. if his little companion here wants to entertain himself with the stockings, then so be it. if it brings him joy, then at least he's done one small positive thing here. now--
--he's getting dragged. an arm loops through his, and his shoes skid on the floor; he could hold his ground, center his broad weight into his knees and likely give this guy a rude awakening, jerking him back like a rubber band. it's easier, though, to just go along with it; even so, he's straining, slightly, to drag them sidelong so he can dump his trash into one of the nearby cans.
maybe this will count, anyway. after all, the guy does intend to 'use' the stockings, even if it's for playing in water, something that he thinks will be hard to find...until he puts it together. with a grating sigh, he turns himself around, unlocking their linked arms just to put one at the stranger's back, guiding him with a rough palm. it feels wrong to leave someone so--whimsical alone, here, where there are plenty of people willing to take advantage. )
Fountains. ( --is the correcting grumble, matter-of-fact. ) With coins. People throw them in for good luck.
( although who the hell knows what people do in this place. throw them in and wish for sex? he once again regrets even being here. )
There's one at the top of the stairs, up there. Biggest one I've seen. That good enough?
[bingo. sea urchin would've reacted similarly. probably growled at him for littering while still picking it up. this guy's similar, isn't he? the stoic proud type who likes to keep appearances and tough guy natures. did he care if he dropped the plastic bag on the floor? nah. already figured the staff would pick it up. wasn't like he spied a recycle bin around the gaudy game floor. where was he supposed to put it? in his pocket? out of the question. he's got other more interesting things in there.
and now the guy's got part of his own "reward" back. plus stuck with both plastic bag and banana peel! this worked out so well for him.]
Ahah~ You're such a good guy! [called over his shoulder as he barrels them across the close-fitting carpet, heedless of any attempts this guy's making to get his feet back under him. look, he could go fishing all he wanted by himself, but this net used to be his! and he was told to "use it", right? so they can both knock that requirement out together and not have to deal with anything more than what they wanna do! win-win for two! now the-]
Guh? [noise. for a second, he thinks he's getting ditched. but nope, sheepshead is dumping his handful of trash into a can. oh! there are garbage cans here! it's even one of those pedal ones where you stomp on the bottom an the top flips open! step step step! making it flap its lid a few times, even getting a rhythm down.] We had a few of these kinds at school. It makes it look hungry! Like it'll gobble up the trash.
Oy, ya don't gotta push me. [but he's piqued regardless, so it comes out more playful than grumbling, long legs carrying him easily beside the other man.] Heeeh? Ya know the ones I'm talking about. Are you one of the humans who throw coins in? [Such waste would make Azul's heart break, but it can't hurt if someone gets lucky off it, right?] Uh-huh. I never got to go upstairs yet.
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Hm? You wear them? [leaning forward, bending at the waist, he peers into the package, looking past the image on the front to the items inside. a quick back and forth and-] Haha! They're like socks! [ever since coming up on land, he's been interested in shoes, so of course he's seen socks before. even the really long ones. but those were always opaque and made out of warm material! not something with holes in them or made out of netting.] Humans are funny. They put holes in stuff they wanna cover up with.
[is it really a bad trade then? a half-eaten banana for socks with holes! neither item's gonna be useful for the intended purpose. well, this guy could still eat half a banana. but what's he gonna do with holey socks? could use them as a net, though he hasn't found anything remotely resembling a pond or lake here. or he could try to wear them? red isn't only a color in this place; so much of it's making him feel hot simply wandering around under all that garish crimso-
*yoink*
--??]
Hah? [he just took it from his hand! without giving him the package!] Oy! I never said so! [there goes his banana. and he's instantly lashing a hand out at the same time this guy's throwing the banana down his throat. (first time he's seen someone peel a fruit with their teeth though.) plastic crinkles in a soft impact as he snatches the stockings in one smooth swipe. sure, he never said yes or no, but now these are his!] Ya don't know how to trade, Sheepshead.
[but he said he was free to do what he wanted, to taking his fair trade falls under that.]
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so that's how they end up with this uneven, silly trade: an empty banana peel, the taste of the fruit still soft on his tongue, for a brand new package of black fishnet stockings.
pressing his lips together, an irritated breath escapes, despite his best efforts. ) Sheepshead?
( several other choice lines threaten to spill from behind his teeth, but he's really trying not to get dragged out by the staff again, so he swallows them down. instead, he lifts his free hand, rubbing at the back of his neck as though this whole situation is one that he would rather not be involved in. )
You said 'humans' like you aren't one. ( perhaps he should have been more on his guard. a stand user? no, not here. ) 'Humans' refer to each other by name.
( --so he says, but this is the guy who would rather call his mom a cuss word than address her properly, so really, it's the pot and the kettle. )
If you like them, put them on. If you don't, throw them out. I'm probably going to be screwed either way. When they said you have to use them, they meant use them. You've seen what everyone's doing around here, haven't you? ( it hits him, there: that a person like this, with their head in the clouds--or in the sea foam--likely will get taken advantage of far quicker than anyone else. ) ...You haven't taken anything from anyone else, have you?
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maybe he'll bin it.
now, about these... stockings! oh, that's what they're called! he was thinking "tights" but nope! turning the package over in his hands, a set of mismatched eyes go wandering down the back, reading over lines of description and boring product jargon. yeah, nothing interesting back there, save for claiming they're water resistant. good to know.
and RIP!]
Ta-dah! [look at them stretch! he's all grins, holding the stockings between both hands and stretching them out. the plastic bag floats off to the ground somewhere else. ignored completely.] They look like little hammocks! [*toing toing toing!* each tug sends them bouncing up and down in front of his chest.] Stretchy too!
[oh, this guy was still talking.] Eeh? I ain't a human.
[he never said he was one. as for names, nope! the guy reminds him of a sheepshead with that dark forelock dangling over his lighter brow! big strong guy too!]
Oy, you're saying too many things at once, Sheepshead. [which one's he gonna start with? ... none! both eyebrows dip, mismatched eyes half-lidded as his lips curve in a grin promising nothing good, two rows of sharp white teeth gleaming. is his right eye glowing slightly? or perhaps that's a trick of the light. who knows.] Not yet~
[before promptly swooshing forward, fisting the stockings in one hand while *whump!* promptly looping his other arm around this guy's arm and hauling him with him. backwards. because he can't be bothered to turn him around.] I wanna try these out! Let's find a pool! One with all those sparkly circles in them!
[coins. he means coins. or chips in this case.]
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with a sigh-- ) What a pain.
( it's muttered under his breath as he bends to snag up the package, crumpling it in with the banana peel. if his little companion here wants to entertain himself with the stockings, then so be it. if it brings him joy, then at least he's done one small positive thing here. now--
--he's getting dragged. an arm loops through his, and his shoes skid on the floor; he could hold his ground, center his broad weight into his knees and likely give this guy a rude awakening, jerking him back like a rubber band. it's easier, though, to just go along with it; even so, he's straining, slightly, to drag them sidelong so he can dump his trash into one of the nearby cans.
maybe this will count, anyway. after all, the guy does intend to 'use' the stockings, even if it's for playing in water, something that he thinks will be hard to find...until he puts it together. with a grating sigh, he turns himself around, unlocking their linked arms just to put one at the stranger's back, guiding him with a rough palm. it feels wrong to leave someone so--whimsical alone, here, where there are plenty of people willing to take advantage. )
Fountains. ( --is the correcting grumble, matter-of-fact. ) With coins. People throw them in for good luck.
( although who the hell knows what people do in this place. throw them in and wish for sex? he once again regrets even being here. )
There's one at the top of the stairs, up there. Biggest one I've seen. That good enough?
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and now the guy's got part of his own "reward" back. plus stuck with both plastic bag and banana peel! this worked out so well for him.]
Ahah~ You're such a good guy! [called over his shoulder as he barrels them across the close-fitting carpet, heedless of any attempts this guy's making to get his feet back under him. look, he could go fishing all he wanted by himself, but this net used to be his! and he was told to "use it", right? so they can both knock that requirement out together and not have to deal with anything more than what they wanna do! win-win for two! now the-]
Guh? [noise. for a second, he thinks he's getting ditched. but nope, sheepshead is dumping his handful of trash into a can. oh! there are garbage cans here! it's even one of those pedal ones where you stomp on the bottom an the top flips open! step step step! making it flap its lid a few times, even getting a rhythm down.] We had a few of these kinds at school. It makes it look hungry! Like it'll gobble up the trash.
Oy, ya don't gotta push me. [but he's piqued regardless, so it comes out more playful than grumbling, long legs carrying him easily beside the other man.] Heeeh? Ya know the ones I'm talking about. Are you one of the humans who throw coins in? [Such waste would make Azul's heart break, but it can't hurt if someone gets lucky off it, right?] Uh-huh. I never got to go upstairs yet.