𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐖?

as she walks through the door she can’t help but widened her eyes a touch at how friendly the guy was, sure, it was his job, she appreciated it but that didn’t mean she was a fan. more so through her own flaws, rather than what he was doing. she attempts a smile as she inwardly chuckled  (  it was more awkward than anything  ),  “yeah? ouch.” she pulls a face, a more genuine reaction as imagines the pain from a broken bone. “do i have to pay to just look?” she questioned, she did have the cash but she wasn’t actually here to use the facilities. in fact, she was looking for someone or more something she had lost eyes on moments ago. 

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“  you  don’t  have  to,  no,  but  i’ll  level  with  you  —  just  hanging  out  and  watching  families  jump  around  is  pretty  fucking  weird. ”   he’s  not  about  to  make  accusations,  or  jump  to  conclusions,  but  the  same  can’t  be  said  about  the  people  using  the  facilities.  he’s  seen  his  fair  share  of  karens  and  they  can  be  absolutely  ruthless.   “  —  but  there’s  no  rule  against  it.  technically. ”   he  shrugs,  bouncing  a  little  in  place  as  he  considers.  “  i  could  give  you  the  tour.  that  might  look  less  creepy. ”   he  shrugs.   “  if  you’re  the  kind  of  person  who  cares  about  that  kind  of  thing.   different  strokes  for  different  folks. ”

“You say potato, I say tomato, or whatever the saying is.” Scowling around her iced coffee, Cordelia could only roll her eyes as the other continued to speak. “This is an occult shop, not a damned dispensary. I don’t even smoke weed, let alone sell it. You’re in California, it’s literally seeping out of everyone’s pores, how did you manage to find one of the only non-pot-selling shops in the area?”

“  it’s  tomato,  tomatoe  —  but  hey,  you  tried. ”   he’s  only  half  listening,  distracted  by  a  notification  that  his  farm’s  ready  to  be  harvested.  cool.   “  an  occult  shop  with  a  coffee  shop  on  the  other  side. ”   he  points,  as  if  maybe  she’s  forgotten.   yes,  he’s  a  dick.  he’s  self-aware  though  so  that’s  half  the  battle.   “  so  you  never  know.   like  you  said,  there’s  weed  everywhere. ”   given  how  tense  she  seems,  maybe  an  edible  would  loosen  her  up  —  but  he’s  not  stupid  enough  to  say  that  out  loud.   

it hadn’t been l o n g since bonnie had returned with caroline, she had already been traveling the world and going after the things she needed to find for self fulfillment and she did. especially when she was with one of her b e s t  f r i e n d s, doing whatever she could to try and help. but now she was in san francisco, unloading boxes into her new apartment because she could feel it in her bones - s o m e t h i n g was coming and her friends would need her. however, while grabbing boxes she could feel a presence and slowly the witch turned around and allowed her eyes to sweep over the area.  @apxstarters·

he’s  not  stalking  her.  it  might  seem  that  way,  given  their  history  of  running  into  each  other  when  you’d  least  expect  to,  but  it  just  so  happens  that  her  apartment  is  in  the  same  building  as  his  friendly  neighborhood  weed  dealer.   a  fact  of  which  he’ll  be  quick  to  share  if  she  pulls  out  a  can  of  mace  on  first  contact.  he  doesn’t  sneak  up  on  her.   instead  he  calls  out,  giving  her  advanced  notice  that  he’s  approaching;   he  knows  she  packs  quite  the  punch  and  doesn’t  want  to  be  on  the  receiving  end.   “  well  if  it  isn’t  bonnie  bennett. ”  he  greets  her  with  a  smile,  leaning  up  against  the  doorframe  as  he  surveys  the  boxes.   so  she’s  here  to  stay.  interesting.   “  we’ve  got  to  stop  meeting  like  this.  i’m  starting  to  think  you’ve  got  me  geotagged. ”

“That should be my slogan,” Cordelia idly commented as she quickly levitated the last of the crystals to the top shelves. As the other spoke, Cordelia rolled her eyes and reached for the iced coffee she’d left sitting on the counter. “Ay, it only works once I’ve used some spell work. I’d be a total moron to leave magical items sitting out for someone to come and snag. That would be a bad business model, especially considering the shitty economy you were so kind to mention.”

he’s  still  a  little  skeptical  but  he  decides  to  let  it  go.  he  loves  a  grudge  as  much  as  the  next  person  but  it  has  to  have  heat  to  really  be  worth  his  troubles.   “  yeah,  robbing  people  blind  is  definitely  cheaper  in  the  long  run. ”   tongue  clicks  against  his  teeth,  turning  away  from  the  tables  and  towards  the  teas.  he  could  use  something  with  a  little  THC  in  it;   he’s  been  nursing  a  children-induced  migraine  for  roughly  ...  too  many  days  to  even  keep  count.   he  winces,  rubbing  his  temples.   “  look  ...  i’ll  be  real  with  you.  i’ll  take  anything  you’ve  got  with  enough  THC  to  knock  out  a  horse.   or  double  that,  if  it’s  CBD. ”   he’s  a  chill  dude  by  nature  but  sue  him  —  there’s  no  such  thing  as  being  too  chill.   “  pineapple  mango,  if  you’ve  got  it. ”

The wall of crystals highlighting the back of the shop was, really, the main focal point of the entire place; the glass shelves and shiny crystals were certainly beautiful and eye-catching, and some of Cordelia’s best selling items. This was unfortunate at the moment, as some idiot she employed (someone remaining silent for now) had put some back all willy-nilly and not in the color-coordinated fashion that she demanded. So they had all come down, and she had spent her morning re-arranging. She was nearly finished when she heard the door open, and she didn’t bother to look back over her shoulder as she spoke: “I’ll be with you shortly. If you touch it, you buy it.”

“  great  business  model,  terrible  customer  service. ”   the  observation  is  made  idly,  boots  clunking  against  the  floor  as  he  makes  a  beeline  for  what  looks  like  it  might  be  something  you’d  use  if  you  were  going  to  put  a  curse  on  someone  you  didn’t  like.  quick  observation,  however,  makes  him  scrunch  his  nose  up.  he  was  a  hunter  once,  after  all,  if  he  couldn’t  tell  the  difference  between  real  witchy  things  and  something  fake  he’d  probably  be  a  pretty  bad  one.  “  not  judging  but  do  people  actually  fall  for  this  ?   serious  question. ”   his  whole  life  revolves  around  making  things  that  shouldn’t  work  actually  work  by  sheer  power  of  thought,  so  he  has  no  moral  ground  to  stand  on.   “  if  so  —  hey,  good  for  you. ”   it’s  a  shitty  economy  out  there,  you  gotta  do  what  you  gotta  do  to  keep  the  money  coming  in.   he  gets  it.  

“no, i can’t say that i have been hit by a potato. i also highly doubt you would be able to hit me - my reflexes are.. advanced.” she hummed, brow lifting. “the question is why a potato? why was someone throwing that at you?”

“The kind of psychopath who isn’t going to catch a disease from eating second-hand food. Who knows what kind of things you’ve been exposed to.” 

“ a beautiful second point dal , very convincing you should have made it your first one . “ delphine tells him dryly. the boxes hadn’t been heavy, but having him take one is still a relief - vampire sight hadn’t helped her see past the mound of cardboard. she sets her box down and curls on the couch, feeling something almost human.  “ of course it’s good to see me , my presence is a gift .” she says wholeheartedly. “ well would it be my simulation or someone else’s ?? if it’s mine i can create anything i want, cant i ?? “ delphine wasn’t sure if she wanted the ability to create things. that was more his area. the mention of the video calls does make her smile tighten somewhat : reminds her all the more of why she had been staying away. ( if it wasn’t for a brief interlude with maya not even an hour ago , she doubts she could’ve come. )     s t o r i e s he says and her first thought is ive missed this, her second is oh god what has he done. “ are these bedtime stories , the world almost ended stories or i once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel stories ?? “

“hmm okay..” she pauses in thought, now thinking of the wackiest item that first came to mind, that wouldn’t be correct. “one of those model sized,” she makes a small gesture with her hands, “batmoblies.” sue her influence being from the dark knight rises she watched last night.