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Zell · Nov 23, 2015

He stepped into the art shop and shuddered as the smell of paints and paper and graphite entered his nose. He walked in and waved to the woman behind the counter, moving through the aisles with practiced ease, humming to himself a song that was older than him. His transparent fingers moved through the cutting tools and thin wire. He was running low on a lot of things and his client had given him a hefty tip once he was done.

So he decided to splurge on some new tools and some better clay.

When an employee asked if he needed anything he said no, because Cardamon had walked these aisles long before there had even been a store in this particular lot. He knew this place like the back of his hand. But since his hand was perfectly smooth and see-through, he supposed that didn't mean much.

Hmm... he turned over a block of clay in his hands, just shopping around the art supplies.

Val Velocity · Jan 4, 2016

It was surprising how quickly you ran out of googly eyes when you were making puppets and props. He was making a few for class, not as nice as the ones he used for his shows, but they needed his touch and that involved many sparkly materials he didn’t have yet. Francesco needed other materials too, but not as exciting as sparkly ones. Since there was no one available to go with him, the poor thing had to go on his own, what a shame.

His outfit today was… not very appropriate for the winter season. It was a jean jacket with Baby Doll bedazzled all over the back, a pretty normal t-shirt and the pants he had been wearing all day. It’s not like he needed anything fancy for a lonely trip to the art shop anyway. Also heelys, very important.

Once he had gotten there, he waved at the owners with a big grin of his and ventured into the different aisles. He wasn’t going to go straight for what he wanted, obviously. Instead, Francesco spent some time looking at all the supplies he didn’t really need or didn’t understand what they were for. Anything that caught his curious eyes, like a little kid would.

“Why the fuck would you sell silver flakes” he muttered to himself as he held the box close to his eyes “Whatever, it shines” the puppet shrugged and continued touching everything and anything he could find.

When he reached the aisle with all the sculpting materials, he saw something that truly caught his eye. Well, someone. He could swear from where he was standing that the guy was see-through, at least from behind, and boy was he gonna find out.
Since he seemed pretty concentrated on that chunk of clay, Francesco took the chance, like he always did in these kind of situations. Heelys activated, he slided silently towards him, grinning like a mischievous child. Once he was right behind him, Francesco threw his hands at the poor guy’s shirt and lifted it up without thinking twice about it.

“Holy shit you’re a human-sized glass bottle!” he exclaimed, legitimately surprised as he crouched just enough to almost press his face against the glass person’s back.

Zell · Mar 6, 2016

The glass man was too invested in the clay he was holding to notice someone coming up behind him. This was a well-known problem he had, and it was almost unacceptable for someone of his... constitution. Being made of glass, if someone were to come up behind him and do something, he wouldn't have any idea what to do.

It was possible he wouldn't be able to do anything at all. Spooky. Yet here he was, being completely unaware of what was going on around him.

He hummed to himself. "Well, if I got this... well, i mean, i can always use more of this kind for that other project I'm working on..."

The glass man was in his own little world.

Until--

He let out an screech as someone came up behind him and lifted up his hoodie. He didn't usually wear any shirt beneath his hoodies, mostly because it seemed like it would be pointless to do that. One of the main reasons for doing that was to increase warmth, and that never mattered to him. He didn't have any body hear tot keep in.

The other reason was so you could take it off or have some control over how much of your skin would be exposed--for decency purposes.

But since he didn't have skin....

He found himself regretting his decision to not wear a shirt under it, even though Cardamon wasn't even sure if wearing a shirt would have any effect on this guy exposing him to the elements.

"W-w-what the fuck?!" he yelled, pulling down the front of his hoodie, so his unknown assailant could no longer look through him. "Why did you DO that?!"

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