07

[asea]

Who: Walter and you
Where: Nostalgia Nook
When: Early evening
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Walter treats today like any other day, seeing as how the event revolving around it is none of his concern. And today he pays the Nostalgia Nook a visit, though he's not particularly wealthy in StarFish Tokens, wading through the small crowd of children playing at the park to the heart of the shops. This time, one shop of familiar colors catches his attention, and the peddler behind the booth beckons him to come closer. On the display are a few samples not unlike Walter's attire.

The peddler says something or another about what a coincidence it must be, but Walter is more preoccupied with the pamphlet nearby. He takes it.

Shining Blue
Land encompassed by a shimmering ocean [ . . . ] This shop reflects the culture of mythological creatures.

This is outdated.

The peddler offers in an outstretched hand an orange earring like pair on Walter's left ear. He shakes his head, and says maybe a little coldly,]

I don't need it.

[Sometime after that, he'll be wandering around to familiarize himself with what's there tonight, glimpsing at the occasional pamphlet the stores shove onto him; there may very well be a chance he's looking at one about your world.]

( ooc: Feel free to write vague blurbs on what might be found on the pamphlet for your character's world at his/her respective store! )

Comments

[asea]

[He doesn't miss a beat, retorting,]

You're taking a while to realize it.

[tsundyne]

You're missing the point.

[He's treating it as a fact that she needs to learn, rather than a decision she needs to reach, as he should be.

This is really, really irritating, actually-- because for all the times she's said no to a boy, she actually doesn't have too much experience with them doing the same to her. Even in a completely platonic capacity.

Especially in a platonic capacity--]

[asea]

So are you.

[She's insisting on fighting him tooth and nail in an argument that serves absolutely no purpose. This is nothing more than a waste of time for the both of them. Both know this.

. . . Yet he's sticking around to prolong the conversation. How stupidly ironic. Still, just moving has not proven enough to shake her off, persistent as she is.]

All you're doing is continuing a dispute that's gone dry.

[tsundyne]

Tch.

[It doesn't feel like it's run dry. She still has a million things she could say and ask him, somehow get to know him. And yet all that comes out as that noise.

...]

It doesn't have to continue.

[Implying, of course, that it is his fault. And that this dispute would end if he would just act like a goddamn human being.]

[asea]

[Human being? No, no, land people stripped his people of that innate right many years ago. To reclaim it would only earn him scorn, oh, how dare monsters try to be people --

He doesn't stop. Not yet, and his voice is still rigid, his tone cold.]

Then leave me alone.

[tsundyne]

[She's beginning to feel like she'll never understand, and it won't be for a lack of trying. It's infuriating to her not to know the reasons-- not to know anything about why he's this way towards her. And worse yet, his words seem so final, despite the fact she'd never intended to give up.

All the retorts and questions she had in her mind dissipate suddenly, rendering her silent as she slows gradually to a stop. She reaches for words; something, anything.

But only comes out what sounds like defeat.]

Have it your way, then.

[...This angers her even more. Her tone is bitter; and she'll even turn the other way so that she doesn't have to look at him.

She doesn't know whether to hope she sees him again or not.]