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None of us bear responsibility for that sign, Cat said, but she's wrong. "It's a great sign." That was Rialto, excessive in the covering up to ward off the sun so much that he had on not only a face mask and a hat on top of sunglasses, but also a scarf. Sunny. Why he'd already been loitering around in the tourist pineapple, he didn't figure there was a need to explain - sometimes things just were. "I take responsibility for the sign." Then, apparently overcome, he held his head. "Because I made it," he said - somewhat unnecessarily, but for the benefit of one of the few people in this town who wouldn't immediately identify his work; also out of embarrassment, as one would expect, but for a very precise reason. You might call it something more like bashful.
Rialto had two states: unruffled bastard and humble peddler accustomed to getting his wares spat on. Proud as he was, he wasn't even ruffled that the embellished sign hadn't been seen. Like, understandable. Wondered if people liked it. Weren't the jellyfish totally cool? Yes, Rialto had painted jellyfish on the sign. Because they have a beach. Okay, that was an excuse; he just wanted the jellyfish. And, unsurprisingly, validation. So that was why he said it. Please. Attention. Look out for the sign, Zachariah. For him.
That was digressing, a lot. "Rialto. A pleasure," Rialto said, pulling at the front of his scarf for more circulation. Did vampires feel hot? They (he and the other vampire reading a trashy magazine) normally spouted drivel like, they were hot, and laughed together like prepubescents, but anyway. "You know, I have a product called Good Time. It's a watch. For your phone. I give out free samples, if you're interested." At that point he peeled the face mask down, too, and unleashed a perfectly amiable, pointy little smile, and didn't disagree that the teeth were a fad because they kind of were. The turning of a vampire is almost always a mistake - one only needed to ask Marko.
San Creado had seen many a wandering hobo, Rialto one of them, but few were so forthright - a point in Zachariah's favour. Conversely, the moment Rialto had put down roots, flimsy and dry as they were considering his very impermanent home was a Ferris wheel carriage too small to stand in, he'd simply lost the drive to keep travelling. Maybe the next time he started up again would be because his carriage had fallen right off the rickety Ferris wheel. Or maybe it'd be because he got into one of his and Alex's more dramatic spats that normally concerned overwatering their joint-ownership cactus; arguments that got so bad they started throwing chairs and hysterically pulling out plates, also to throw.
Rialto's not fit to be a wanderer, honestly. Flighty enough, but not motivated.
In the next second, while Alex was distracted Rialto snatched the magazine from their hands, only to give a long unimpressed hum and shake his head. "Absolutely terrible," he said, flatly. "They didn't even include the colour of the season in this issue. What's the point?"
Rialto had two states: unruffled bastard and humble peddler accustomed to getting his wares spat on. Proud as he was, he wasn't even ruffled that the embellished sign hadn't been seen. Like, understandable. Wondered if people liked it. Weren't the jellyfish totally cool? Yes, Rialto had painted jellyfish on the sign. Because they have a beach. Okay, that was an excuse; he just wanted the jellyfish. And, unsurprisingly, validation. So that was why he said it. Please. Attention. Look out for the sign, Zachariah. For him.
That was digressing, a lot. "Rialto. A pleasure," Rialto said, pulling at the front of his scarf for more circulation. Did vampires feel hot? They (he and the other vampire reading a trashy magazine) normally spouted drivel like, they were hot, and laughed together like prepubescents, but anyway. "You know, I have a product called Good Time. It's a watch. For your phone. I give out free samples, if you're interested." At that point he peeled the face mask down, too, and unleashed a perfectly amiable, pointy little smile, and didn't disagree that the teeth were a fad because they kind of were. The turning of a vampire is almost always a mistake - one only needed to ask Marko.
San Creado had seen many a wandering hobo, Rialto one of them, but few were so forthright - a point in Zachariah's favour. Conversely, the moment Rialto had put down roots, flimsy and dry as they were considering his very impermanent home was a Ferris wheel carriage too small to stand in, he'd simply lost the drive to keep travelling. Maybe the next time he started up again would be because his carriage had fallen right off the rickety Ferris wheel. Or maybe it'd be because he got into one of his and Alex's more dramatic spats that normally concerned overwatering their joint-ownership cactus; arguments that got so bad they started throwing chairs and hysterically pulling out plates, also to throw.
Rialto's not fit to be a wanderer, honestly. Flighty enough, but not motivated.
In the next second, while Alex was distracted Rialto snatched the magazine from their hands, only to give a long unimpressed hum and shake his head. "Absolutely terrible," he said, flatly. "They didn't even include the colour of the season in this issue. What's the point?"
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