My Hair's in a rat's nest

[dwightandclean]

Who: Dwight dwightandclean and anyone else!
Where: The Plaza and The Grocery Store
When: December 29, mid-morning
Style: Prose but I can change
Status: OPEN

Dwight had managed to avoid having to leave his apartment all week. Even though he was a bit active on the network, the voice feature was a God send. Still...after two night of pizza, he just couldn't deal with fast food anymore. Which meant, of course, a trip to the grocers. Which was why he was bundled up with a thicker flannel then normal and a skull cap.

Because, while he was somewhat thankful that the weirder Curses had ignored him. He wasn't about to show the entire bubble that for the last several days he had been sporting dog ears, a tail and a slightly thicker coating of hair(fur!) on his arms. Heck, most of his tattoos were hidden under gold-blond dog fur.

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[mynameisallen]

Even though Allen had thankfully been shown around, he had taken to staying close to or in the plaza, as a case of being safe not sorry considering there is food about and the one thing Allen needs a good portion of the time was something to eat. So with Timcampy flying around close by, Allen wondered about.

So far he had been safe in not managing to bump into anyone he knew, that was a relief, but at the same time he had started to wonder if meeting new people here was such a good idea in itself, given the situation. So with that in mind he continued to wonder, nearly bumping into someone in the process, making him snap out of his thoughts and looking over.

"I'm sorry for nearly bumping into you."

[dwightandclean]

With the skullcap on, sounds were a bit muffled. Which had Dwight a bit less mellow then usual, he hadn't heard Allen walk up but he did hear the apology. He glanced down with a small nod, keeping his hands in his pockets.

"Don't worry. Wasn't all your fault."

And that's when he notices the little thing flying around. Dwight's eyes just widen for a moment while he watches it.

[mynameisallen]

He bowed his head slightly, more apologetic than he probably should be. "it was partly my fault, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

With that Tim managed to fly down towards him and settled as Allen stroked him with a finger. "Did you find a good place to eat Tim? Or should we continue on in a minute?" The yellow golem just drooped down slightly, indicating that nothing of interest showed up before he smiled, looking at the person he almost bumped into.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know this place well enough to know of good places for food, but someone told me to ask people if I got lost, so can you please help me?"

[dwightandclean]

Dwight's eyes are back on Allen but his attention is on that....thing floating around them. The blond take a moment before glancing to a few store fronts that he knew served something to eat.

"Depends on what you want to eat."

Tim? It had a name...and obviously some sort of intelligence. Maybe it was a weird pet.

"What are you hungry for?" He pauses a moment, shrugging his hands deeper into his into his pockets.

[mynameisallen]

"I never mind what I eat, so long as I actually eat" After all it wasn't the best idea for him to stay hungry for too long, the noise his stomach makes would be enough to annoy a person.

[dwightandclean]

"Growing boy. I get it." He starts to move his to scratch his head but stops half way, offering a shoulder shrug.

"Well, uh...what kind of stuff are you used to?" Since this place had the whole other world thing going on. He wasn't sure is hot dogs and hamburgers were normal in the multy-verse.

[mynameisallen]

He paused for a moment, thinking about what was normal food to him. While travelling he remembered he had to go with the type of food he'd see on his travels, so that as a start.

"It depends, I traveled a lot, so usually I ate the type of food that the people of the place ate, so I'm not picky. The only thing I don't like is anything with alcohol in it." he shivered as he mentioned it for reasons only he knew.

[dwightandclean]

"Great, follow me." While he started towards the main dinning part of the plaza, his gaze still drifted back and forth. Allen just looked like a kid to Dwight, but he wasn't going to keep that as his impression. People never looked like what they really were.

"And I wasn't going to let you near alcohol anyways. Don't like it myself."