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( open ) if you're brave enough you'll just let it happen

WHO: GILBERT and YOU
WHERE: Heropa, specific places.
WHEN: 4/14 ― 4/18
WHAT: Pseudo-Victorian man going about one of his last couple to few weeks before moving out of the city.
WARNINGS: Super brief mention of an old and violent event. TBA otherwise.
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➊ MONDAY | grocery store

[ Gil is a man who is far more likely to bark rather than bite, unless pushed to certain extremes. However, those extremes are limited, if not rare, without his young master to follow everywhere like a lost puppy. He whines about his fellow housemates "not" taking on responsibilities expected in a shared housing situation, but proceeds to carry the bulk of the work, even without yet announcing his intentions to move out in the next few weeks when he's ready to do so.

It's that illogical thinking, but heightened responsibility toward others that puts him at the grocery store near evening time after another long day at work, pushing around a cart already loaded with some of the necessities. There's bread, milk, eggs, and butter so far. He's kept his cardigan on as he wheels through the fruits and vegetables section of the large store, the cool air that keeps the products fresh nipping at the corner of his hands. He stops by the packaged strawberries, lifting one of the containers to peer around the corners and determine whether or not they're fresh enough to purchase. He instantly recoils in disgust seeing a white fuzz growing in a corner anyone could have missed. Without wasting a second, he puts it down and goes for another plastic box. ]

➋ TUESDAY | smoke shop

[ And sadly, he is still a man with his own undefeated vices. He's slowly begun to ease properly into work at the tea shop, but part of it remains stressful when he can't conceal the fact he's an imPort and a gaggle of young women show up around coordinated lunch breaks just so Gil can specifically serve them.

It's stressful and he's going through his packs quickly, accompanied by the fact smoking isn't banned in public areas like they had been in the City, and so every now and then a man around his age or older approaches him to ask if he's got a cigarette to spare. He partly feels like a cigarette charity when it happens multiple times in a week.

There are some young boys who ask him just before he enters the shop to buy them a pack, but none of them look older than fifteen and he easily refuses, much to their chagrin. They groan and one of them says, "Thought you imPorts were s'posed to be cool" before they wander away perhaps in search of another adult who will get them what they want.

He enters the shop, heading straight for the counter and pointing to a pack of Marlboro Red. ]

➌ WEDNESDAY-FRIDAY | coffeehouse

[ Overpriced caffeinated drinks are one of Gil's many pet peeves about modern society, but he finds himself at one of the more popular shops today, waiting in line patiently for black coffee. Some other days he only comes for a bottle of water, given how warm it gets and his inability to endure the humidity for long. There may be drinking fountains available in the parks, but there is no way he is sticking his mouth or hands near anything anyone and everyone drinks from.

It really does not help that he's often wearing a light scarf around his neck in this weather, but between suffering insufferable Floridian weather and revealing a certain reminder from HABIT's "game" that one November, Gil would much rather suffer. Often, he wonders if there are imPorts with the ability to heal the skin, but first it would require trusting someone enough to do it for him without asking questions.

He's not sure if that's a possibility. ]

➍ ANYTIME | residence #004

[ Whatever the housemates want. ]

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[ Lamented paper and cardboard rustled together in his fingers as Levi organized coupons by necessity and expiration date by the produce section. While the availability of goods at affordable prices in a steady economy was an unprecedented windfall to someone who had grown accustomed to surviving on next to nothing it only engendered more thrifty behavior.

Keeping the larder stocked was a task Levi took upon himself. Arguing that because he still knew the privilege of a hot meal he could keep the filler and what he deemed shit packaged as food out without cleaning them out. It wasn't long after that clipping coupons from the back of magazines and boxes became routine. It worked and Levi had one less thing to grouse over. ]

Shit, are those strawberries?

[ Levi stuffed the coupons into the breast pocket of his jacket and walks up beside Gil. ]

How? They're out of season.

[ He wishes he had checked earlier before conducting a necessary purchase, but he'll just have to deal with it this one time. Gil has a tendency to pinch his pennies when buying fresh produce especially, though as he inspects the strawberries further he opts not to put one in the cart.

Someone addressing him catches him off guard. He looks over at Levi, somewhat surprised at first before he shakes his head and lets out a long, suffering sigh. ]

Which is why they're so expensive. If they had been fresh enough, then maybe... [ But mold shows on enough plastic boxes for him to begin steering clear of the fruit. ] I wouldn't suggest buying them.

Blueberries. [ He cut in reaching for the plastic boxes one display over from the deplorable strawberries with a sort of determination that detaches him from the world around him. Turning the plastic box over and over in his hand he looked as if he were trying to inspect every single blueberry. All the while staring at them as if he found something outside of all imagination. ]

Out of season so of course the prices are jacked. [ He threw two of them into his cart regardless. ]

Coupon is for one with one half off, but apparently no one bothers to use them. [ Their loss. ]

[ He watches on, raising a brow at Levi tossing the packages into his cart. Most people tend to handle their foods with more care. Gil can't tell if he's annoyed over the prices or something else.

He steps away from the table, moving back to his cart, though his eyes still trail the long table and other fruits on display. Not much on sale, but blueberries, now that he thinks about it, aren't a bad idea. He could take some and bake scones with them. ]

I hadn't thought to use coupons today. [ His mind has been all over the place. Embarrassing. ] I came on a whim, mostly.

[Violet is standing outside the shop smoking a stick of her own. She's found a few people to supply the cigarettes for her. She at least has the decency to lower the stick and hold it behind her when she sees Gil exit]

So you're who the kids were complaining about?

[ The cigarettes are his only purchase for the day. He's glad smoke shops seem common enough; grocery store cigarettes don't quite cut it. He may have a nicotine addiction, but they still need to have a certain quality to them. Nothing too pricey, however.

As he pockets away the package, he startles registering a familiar voice and then spots Violet, wondering why the hell she's here and where she's come from in the first place, but that quickly falls back on less importance when he spots her smoking the cigarette. ]

What are you doing? Didn't I tell you already not to harm your body?!

Edited 2014-04-14 19:02 (UTC)

[She wanders around a lot. She sighs when he gets on her case again]

Just a couple a day isn't going to kill me.

[ If Gil had the ability to begin pulling charts with statistics, photos, and long winded studies overloaded with proof of how hazardous smoking is for one's health from his cardigan's sleeves or his pockets he would do it. Violet does not seem to understand, at least from his perspective, and it makes her sudden appearance all the more aggravating and worrisome. ]

You shouldn't be doing it at all!

And wrong! The longer you smoke, the harder it is to quit, and longtime smokers lose about ten years of their life!

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