i [The Ascian certainly hadn't intended on turning up to this thing at all.
This wasn't a holiday he knew nor cared about, and while the purpose of seeking donations to help the recently displaced and traumatized was commendable, it was also dull to witness. And definitely not something he'd intended on assisting with. So long as he and his were taken care of, the rest of the city could look out for itself.
But he knew Mira had been preparing for it (with what energy, he did not know), so he thought he might as well look around for a bit, to see what all the fuss was over. To observe, if not participate.
Yet here he was, manning a kissing booth.
He still wasn't entirely clear on how this had happened. Were they that desperate for volunteers? Taken his clear disdain for acceptance? Well, whatever. Apart from being utterly disinterested, it wasn't the worst thing. He was unlikely to be embarrassed by anything or anyone. And no one could complain that he wasn't doing his part to help. Look at him there, helping away.
Not that he makes any effort to appear inviting, interested, or even awake; his eyes are closed, and he's resting his head on one hand. But he's listening.
And when he hears someone take a place opposite him, Emet-Selch doesn't even open his eyes, merely intoning in a bored voice.]
I hope you're donating more than the minimum, I hate to think you'd waste my time with such a paltry offering.
[A real charmer, yes.]
ii [Look, he's helping again. This time by sitting at the table where Mira's set up her various baked goods- Sohm Al Tarts and sesame cookies. There's no Mira in immediate sight though, meaning he's looking after these things on his own. How responsible.
Whether she was on a break (hopefully, but not likely) or simply elsewhere doing more work, Emet-Selch wasn't sure, but he supposed he could look after her things while she was gone.
Anyone who goes by is regarded with idle skepticism; anyone who lingers is fixed with a more impatient sort of stare.]
They're not going to get any fresher by waiting. Either make a choice or move on.
[Wasn't he supposed to be trying to sell these...?]
Emet-Selch | Witch
[The Ascian certainly hadn't intended on turning up to this thing at all.
This wasn't a holiday he knew nor cared about, and while the purpose of seeking donations to help the recently displaced and traumatized was commendable, it was also dull to witness. And definitely not something he'd intended on assisting with. So long as he and his were taken care of, the rest of the city could look out for itself.
But he knew Mira had been preparing for it (with what energy, he did not know), so he thought he might as well look around for a bit, to see what all the fuss was over. To observe, if not participate.
Yet here he was, manning a kissing booth.
He still wasn't entirely clear on how this had happened. Were they that desperate for volunteers? Taken his clear disdain for acceptance? Well, whatever. Apart from being utterly disinterested, it wasn't the worst thing. He was unlikely to be embarrassed by anything or anyone. And no one could complain that he wasn't doing his part to help. Look at him there, helping away.
Not that he makes any effort to appear inviting, interested, or even awake; his eyes are closed, and he's resting his head on one hand. But he's listening.
And when he hears someone take a place opposite him, Emet-Selch doesn't even open his eyes, merely intoning in a bored voice.]
I hope you're donating more than the minimum, I hate to think you'd waste my time with such a paltry offering.
[A real charmer, yes.]
ii
[Look, he's helping again. This time by sitting at the table where Mira's set up her various baked goods- Sohm Al Tarts and sesame cookies. There's no Mira in immediate sight though, meaning he's looking after these things on his own. How responsible.
Whether she was on a break (hopefully, but not likely) or simply elsewhere doing more work, Emet-Selch wasn't sure, but he supposed he could look after her things while she was gone.
Anyone who goes by is regarded with idle skepticism; anyone who lingers is fixed with a more impatient sort of stare.]
They're not going to get any fresher by waiting. Either make a choice or move on.
[Wasn't he supposed to be trying to sell these...?]
They're not bad.
[It's high praise from him, alright.]