The Witch's Son

Araceli nodded at the shopkeeper’s request, quietly passing the cartridge to the other boy. He was still a bit hesitant to let Pronto (or anyone, for that matter) see his things but it was just natural for him to be paranoid. He returned the gun to his satchel with a quiet ‘Thanks,’ before blinking up at Pronto attentively. Ah… well. It was understandable if the shop didn’t sell something like that. He had a feeling the projectile was custom-made (transparent bullets filled with a mix of blessed water and seraph tears weren’t exactly very commonplace), but he needed to try anyway. Doing his job would be a lot harder once he ran out.

Pronto’s eyebrow couldn’t help but lift a little at his answer. Ok now his purchases made more sense, so he was an exorcist. Just from that he could easily guess what those bullets were for, and since-- Was his satchel opening on it’s own?

[Cotton] "Hello there!~ I am just asking around to see if anyone would like to visit and see the circus I work at! Sadly, we haven't had as many visitors lately."

Pronto nimbly picked out a small vial, about the size of his thumb from the rows of potions. The liquid inside had a cloudy looking emulsion in it, and it sloshes about sluggishly in it’s glassy container. “I don’t have specific potions for just fifteen minutes but I think a few drops of this diluted with any drink should be enough to help you wipe, say, 10 or so of the past minutes? You should try not to let people overdose though.”

MURDER MYSTERY //+ DOUBLE EVENT

Araceli’s eyes widened in surprise when the other started the selling price– there was probably a month’s supply of incense in those jars and he was willing to part with them for so cheap! The boy had to consciously suppress his vocal chords before he let out the astounded ‘what?!’ that lingered on the tip of his tongue, but his mouth still fell open in bemusement. “R-Really? Th–” He cleared his throat, making a mental note to tip generously later on. “Thank you.”

Pronto let out a long, low whistle at the sight of the bullet his companion produced. The the gentle movement of the liquid contained within it and the calming effect it induced fascinated him enough that for a couple of seconds he found himself not staring at Araceli but instead at the projectile in his hands. “Can I see it?” He took the bullet as the other pulled out his gun with a look of anxiety written clearly across his face. 

"Have you ever tried eating something other than blood?" ((from Jem/0287!))

Jem turned his gaze towards the colourful array of desserts and treats on display thoughtfully. Or, maybe not, it was hard to tell where he was looking when his eyes were fully black, all pupil without any hint of white along the edges. “Mmmm... Red velvet cake please!” He requested enthusiastically, a wide grin showing off his sharpened teeth in a strangely endearing manner.

[Cotton] "Hello there!~ I am just asking around to see if anyone would like to visit and see the circus I work at! Sadly, we haven't had as many visitors lately."

Pronto couldn’t surpress his smirk at the disgruntled expression of the genie at the ever-shifting scents of the potions mixing together. His potions tended to be a little more potent than the usual stock, but the enhanced magical properties did come with the price of also  exaggerating their physical attributes as well, nasty smells included.

Pronto’s head tilted a little to the side, one eyebrow lifted slightly at his comment. “You lead an interesting life, huh?” he grinned as he gently brushed past him to reach into a shelf to pull out two small glass jars with the desired incense. “Rosemary… Sage… Ah here they are. How much of each do you need?”

Araceli smiled back a tiny bit, this time genuinely. “Sometimes too interesting, honestly…” He rubbed the back of his neck with his usual sheepishness, glancing at the jars the other produced. “Oh! Um.” The boy stiffly moved to dig a beaten-up leather wallet out of his pocket, undoing its button to make sure he had enough currency. “Er– well. How much are they?”

Tearing his gaze away from the boy’s face to his hands which were hesitantly fiddling with his wallet, Pronto couldn’t help a small smirk. “Don’t worry,” he assured him, “I wouldn’t overcharge you for just sage and Rosemary. These are pretty common, after all.” Weighing the two miniature jars in his hands consideringly, he glanced back up to his customers face. “These aren’t that big anyway, you can have them both for $10.”

Sweat started to bead up on his forehead. Why was he looking at him like that?Araceli looked to the side nervously, trying to avoid eye contact even though he could still feel Pronto’s gaze on him. He couldn’t really read the other’s expression, but his self-consciousness nagged at his mind that it wasn’t anything good.

Pronto’s head tilted a little to the side, one eyebrow lifted slightly at his comment. “You lead an interesting life, huh?” he grinned as he gently brushed past him to reach into a shelf to pull out two small glass jars with the desired incense. “Rosemary… Sage… Ah here they are. How much of each do you need?”

En has so many thorns and his hair is so red does he ever get mistaken for a walking rose bc he so pretty

Araceli felt his own cheeks heat up in embarrassment when the other boy turned away with a look of amusement on his face. Heck! Then it was as awkward as he thought! He half-covered his face with one hand and looked to the side, admiring the… the… clutter. Which wasn’t to say clutter was a bad thing. This odd shop looked just like his old house. Well, like it did before the…

“Hmm...” Truth be told Pronto was a little distracted by that barely-hidden blush that subtly tinted the other boys cheeks to really be thinking about incense and bulle-- Oh he was buying bullets?  Wow this guy only got better and better. Incense and bullets wasn’t really a common combination though...

“Are you sure?” Araceli reached out to help the poor kid up, brows furrowed in concern. Falling from that height, he was afraid his new company might’ve gotten a concussion– and without touching the other boy he leaned over to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. And he wasn’t, but with the look on his face, the exorcist was tempted to ask if he was okay a second time. I mean, flushed cheeks weren’t usually a good thing. What was he thinking, using a stack of books atop a chair as a boost?! I mean, the shopkeeper had to have a ladder somewhere, they shouldn’t just let their custome– oh. 

Pronto had to stifle a small burst of laughter, turning away to had a small smile at that overly-formal way of addressing him ‘Mister Shopkeeper’... Most people did it the other way around, talking down to him despite his job just because he was still a teen. Oh man, this guy was absolutely precious, it was cute how formal he was acting, although Pronto supposed he would prefer it if they could be less formal with each other. Much less formal mmmhmmmm.