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Prinny-Jt

Prinny-Jt

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Hazel followed him, shrugging. "No, I definitely do. My family left with me with plenty of inheritance." He seemed to agree with her in the end, so that was nice at least. Made her feel a bit better about the whole thing.

She followed Damien around the store, watching as he collected a bunch of shit. He definitely knew what he was doing, but that was a bit obvious given that his own prosthetic limbs. Either way, when he was done collecting every, Hazel would pay for it all.
 
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A gear here, a wedge of metal there, a couple of wires here and there... Damien grabbed things seemingly haphazardly off the shelves, almost like a squirrel hoarding nuts. And bolts, in this case. Damien even seemed to be a little annoyed when he couldn't find one item.
"Where do they store their Formiglass - er, their Plexiglass. This generation, I swear," he muttered under his breath, searching for what seemed to be sheets of Plexiglass, which, when he couldn't find them, sighed exasperatedly and proceeded to mutter some more... unpleasant, shall we say, things under his breath. Eventually, he trudged up to the counter and dropped his armload of stuff abruptly onto the counter, frowning.
"Everything here... plus one of these sodas over here." He picked a seemingly random bottle of whatever it was (root beer? he thought? Real beer would have been a bit better, but that pretty much summed up this time period, to him) and thudded it onto the counter, pulling his own wallet from his jacket's pocket, out of habit. "You want one too, kid?"


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I'm so sorry for the late post omqg ;-;
 
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Hazel just kept quiet, letting him get everything he needed. She really didn't know what to say, and he wasn't exactly a welcoming person. She didn't care about his choice of words, but just the way he acted didn't give off a very good vibe. Kind of a prick. But a smart prick, and that is what mattered.

"I'm not a fan of soda. Also, I am not a kid." She gestured at the wallet as she pulled out her own wallet from a purse. After paying for it, she put everything away, floating out of the store. "So, do you need to measure my leg then or....?"
 
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