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deercountry2021-11-14 01:47 am
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— Break
( There are few things in this world that could bring an instant (albeit invisible) smile to the morose teenager's face, but a dog nose against one's hand is assuredly one of them. He'll allow as much sniffing as the impressive creature likes, any lingering nerves about the dog-that-clearly-isn't-a-normal-dog melting away. There's even a cautious pat to the top of his head, slow and gentle (and with it, another pang of the heart; he misses Rex every day). )
That's a good point... I'm new to this whole ghost business. Got a uh, a lot to learn.
( Morose, shy — despite those things, there is a genuine light-heartedness that seeps through, another little smile that's perhaps shown in his voice. And despite his perpetual awkwardness, there's something... natural to this for him, something perhaps forged from growing up with a little sister who had a set of needs that would be called "atypical" to most. Finding ways to navigate the world that suited Charlie's reality was a part of his existence, too. Often, it involved outright asking her what was best for her, how she wanted to handle something. )
Okay, I'll uh— I'll walk beside and kind of... quietly tell you. ( The boy moves to stand alongside him and just slightly ahead, so that he can guide that way, stepping forward towards a stall nearby and whispering quietly. )
Just up here, to the right where I am... there's this really tall guy selling bread. He's kind of sad-looking.
( There's maybe no need to describe the people, but Peter doesn't think twice about doing that either. If he couldn't see, he thinks he'd like to know what things look like. )
If you could just ask him for a couple loaves...? Oh, and here's the stuff to trade with. It's... coins? I'll put them in your hand. ( Peter carefully fishes a couple of them from his own pockets and to the man's hand. Money may be worthless here, but the people seem to value shiny things, and solid golden coins are nice and pretty. Hopefully Depressed Bread Vendor thinks so, too. )
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Break doesn't respond to Peter outside of a few quiet hums once they're moving, hand on his omen's shoulder so that Baltus can steer him around, but it seems that the boy is telling him all he needs to know. His hand curls out for the coins without a second thought, and knowing the bread vendor seems down is actually useful too -- it tells Break just how strong he should come off, here, if he wants the best bargain.
What follows is a masterful display of good, proper, formal shmoozing. It's not Break's natural state, but he is formally trained in this. For all that he himself seemed down before, he slides his game face on with ease, becoming a slightly eccentric but amiable aristocrat who plays up his lack of sight for sympathy points and butters up the vendor with notions of how kind he is simply for giving Break attention. His manners are impeccable, when he's asked what the bread loaves are for he makes up some casual commentary about "his kids" on the fly, and when he hands the coins over, he natters about how such coins are sometimes set aside in his own world and engraved by hand to become lover's tokens, easily stowed away in shoes and secret pockets.
The vendor is so charmed by him he slides a few day-old sweet rolls in with the bread without telling him, and gives his name so Break can find him again easily. Break has made many alliances with the local vendors in just this fashion. Being a favorite regular means being treated well, and having loyal customers means security in business.
He waits until they've moved on before he speaks again, assuming that Peter is still following.]
How was that? There are extra goodies in this bag, right? I heard it rustle a third time before he handed it over.
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And being invisible means he can watch the show up close and personal, standing just a little bit off to the side so there's no risk of him being bumped into, but it's near enough. (....And he gets to literally be a wallflower, unseen and unheard from and able to watch all he wants. It's kind of a dream.)
But the display is impressive. By the time the man's finished absolutely playing the vendor like a fiddle, Peter's stepping up close to him again — following just behind Break, a giant toddler on his heels — and there's a clear smile in his voice, a little boyishly excited. He may be about to turn nineteen years old and six foot tall, but there's still a lot of kid left in Peter. And sometimes, it slips out. )
Dude, that was awesome! ( His gushing is soft and still on the shy side, released in quiet breaths, but he's clearly perked up. This guy... this guy's cool. )
Yeah! He put in some kind of uh... rolls? ( He doesn't know much about bread. Peter had existed almost exclusively on Depression Meals throughout his entire life at Deerington — bags of chips from the Hart Mart, t.v. dinners... outdated cans of soup. This place requiring actual cooking skills due to having no instant food around is a lot to get used to.
But he has bread now! He can make something with that! )
You're so good at this. I probably would've gotten chased off, even if I wasn't invisible. Like I have a hard time just talking to people on the phone.
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And this one is decidedly young. The gushing reminds him a little of Elliot in happier times. It had been a huge pain in the hind end to have the boy following him around and on about his sword ability back then, but given what happened to Elliot in the end -- and the last exchange they ever had at home -- Break can't help but wish he still felt well enough to be that much of a pest. The association endears him to Peter, even as he's a little bemused.]
I was a servant of a noble household, at home. They trained me for just this sort of occasion. [Because heaven knows it does not come naturally.] This kind of technique is really handy for picking up information at parties, you know?