"Why are there so many people here?" There was such a thing as crowd control, right? Wouldn't a fire marshal have a fit just looking at this?
"Guys, I'm having second thoughts about that cookware set."
B.
"I said no!"
The cookware set was not worth all of this. Damn everyone for getting him into cooking. Damn this set being 85% off. Damn everything.
More importantly, damn the fifth person who was offering to buy his set off of him while he sat in an almost quiet corner, waiting for the checkout lines to go down.
"You know, kupo~," the annoying Moogle began, hands on her hips, "I'm offering you the better deal, here. If you keep refusing, I'll just call the police over here and let them settle-"
"I am the police!"
C.
He had to get away. This place- This whole evening was making him go crazy. He yelled at an old Moogle lady over a discounted set of pots and pans. Who does that?
Maybe this was the real him. No, please not that.
Anyway, he might have taken a few wrong turns trying to get away from the hustle and bustle. Now he was finding stalls with swords, pelts, and a few potions he hadn't seen before. Finn had been trying to up his Chemist game recently, but he was also pretty sure the guild was more reputable than this street vendor who claimed this was a bottle of Pheonix Down. It looked mysteriously like a bottle of water and yellow glitter.
He blinked at the potion, at the salesman, the stalls around him- "Oh." Damn, he probably should have caught on earlier than this.
ota!
"Why are there so many people here?" There was such a thing as crowd control, right? Wouldn't a fire marshal have a fit just looking at this?
"Guys, I'm having second thoughts about that cookware set."
B.
"I said no!"
The cookware set was not worth all of this. Damn everyone for getting him into cooking. Damn this set being 85% off. Damn everything.
More importantly, damn the fifth person who was offering to buy his set off of him while he sat in an almost quiet corner, waiting for the checkout lines to go down.
"You know, kupo~," the annoying Moogle began, hands on her hips, "I'm offering you the better deal, here. If you keep refusing, I'll just call the police over here and let them settle-"
"I am the police!"
C.
He had to get away. This place- This whole evening was making him go crazy. He yelled at an old Moogle lady over a discounted set of pots and pans. Who does that?
Maybe this was the real him. No, please not that.
Anyway, he might have taken a few wrong turns trying to get away from the hustle and bustle. Now he was finding stalls with swords, pelts, and a few potions he hadn't seen before. Finn had been trying to up his Chemist game recently, but he was also pretty sure the guild was more reputable than this street vendor who claimed this was a bottle of Pheonix Down. It looked mysteriously like a bottle of water and yellow glitter.
He blinked at the potion, at the salesman, the stalls around him- "Oh." Damn, he probably should have caught on earlier than this.
D. Feel free to wildcard me!