Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, local cryptid (
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[closed] a very late catch all for november-december
Who: Some adults and the feral messes around them (Grant, Sylvain, Claude, Chip, Dimitri, Karako)
Where: Violet City
When: In the vague realm of November and December
Summary: Grant adopts a stray juggalo. Dimitri finds a couple of old friends. What is wrong with this group, and what are they doing?
Rating: T..... probably
So a werewolf dad, a demon child, a juggaglo, two medieval knights, and a wyvern ride walking into a city...
Where: Violet City
When: In the vague realm of November and December
Summary: Grant adopts a stray juggalo. Dimitri finds a couple of old friends. What is wrong with this group, and what are they doing?
Rating: T..... probably
So a werewolf dad, a demon child, a juggaglo, two medieval knights, and a wyvern ride walking into a city...
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"Well, if you don't have money with you, I can buy you some things. ...Long as it doesn't get too pricey."
He's still got his part of hotel fees to pay, after all.
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"Honk!!"
Grant would have a lot more to fear from his own words if the cruel totalitarian rule of the vending machine's prices hadn't taught Karako at least one point of reference for the value of money. He still might fear a little bit: Karako's consumption of soda occurs at a pace that would nauseate a normal human. Even a small child. Maybe especially a small child?
He immediately snatches up four bags almost definitely at random, which is how many bags he can fit in his arms without beginning a juggling act. But it looks like he's already planning to try for more.
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After those first four bags, though, Grant opts to (gently) cut this off before it gets much worse. He grabs a few more bags off the shelf for Chip and himself, and directs Karako to the cart. "Let's start with just those four - that way, you can start getting an idea of what you might want to try another time, right?"
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Scarcely has he let go of his nibblepackets than he's sprinting down that direction, snatching up the brightly-coloured cone of polyethelyne in two eager hands.
"Honk!! Honk!!"
The honking... really carries in a closed space like this, huh.
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Fortunately, knowing that is part of why Grant first moved to cut Karako off when he did, so he points him toward the cart with a snort of laughter. "Alright, go ahead - but that's the last one for real. We still have real food to buy."
Or, real-ish? He's not much of a cook, so it's more like they have frozen meals and boxed pasta to buy.
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Then he realises there's an even better place for it, and puts it in the fold-out seat (that he definitely doesn't recognise as a seat.) It is not unlike the act of placing the popcorn on a pedestal, but the pedestal is (unbeknownst to him) actually a shelf for infant butts.
It's fine.
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He's not gonna mention the seat situation. As far as he's concerned, that's a time-honored location for particularly Important groceries.
"Let's see... we're gonna need some basics for while we're here, and... hm, maybe pick up some travel food in advance? Just to make sure we don't forget later."