Simply Professional Courtesy

Disguised-Casimiro squeaked pitifully, wriggling pathetically.

Oh, seems the fellow was all right, just a bit confused and tangled. Ples tried his best to gently remove the bat from the bush.

He scrabbled weakly at Ples' hands, tiny fingers catching on his arm-spats, and hauled himself into the man's hands.

((Yes, but 'tis more polite to give him two or three strikes first.))

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[Sam watched the ferret closely before giving her a smile, no harm telling the truth. Or maybe there was. Dean didn’t really give him a brief on what he was supposed to say] A little bit of everything but honestly, me and my brother are hunters.

She raised her eyebrows. “Never met another hunter who’d outright say it before. I like the up-front-ness. I and my husband are also hunters. Vampires, mostly, but whatever else may get in the way is fair game. I think you’ll find this city infested.”

Infested? Just like that strange girl mentioned. Sam gave a small smile in turn anyway, nodding at her. “I was made aware, but really any move we make depends entirely on Dean.” Focusing on the objective was Sam’s job, Dean telling him which baddie they were going to gack was Dean’s territory. “I’ve meet a couple of hunters before but I didn’t know there were only ones that fought Vamps. Is that like a revenge thing?” Like Gordon?

“Of course, sir.” The clerk led him to the room in which measurements had taken place and gave him his suit. After a bit, it became apparent that Matthew had no idea how to properly put on all the accouterments that became a suit, and the poor salesman had to help him learn which bits were but on first and what tucked into what. This was, of course, the second part of what Enigma had paid for; she considered this knowledge for Matthew quite worth the cost of suits.

The look on Enigma's face could accurately be described as a mix between admiration, surprise, and the look one gets when they're about to steal the entire chocolate cake from the rest of the party and eat it themselves. "Lovely." This was, of course, Enigma's way of saying that she very, very much liked it indeed.

If the girl was lying was no business of hers; Enigma couldn’t care less as long as it didn’t affect her family or harm other humans. “Right. Run a soup kitchen, do you?”

That’s replied to with a subtle shrug.  ”That’s really not all that unusual; it’s not like I’ll take lasting harm.”  It appears to be a contest of who can school their face to be more emotionless, at this point.

"Why is that?" Honestly curious, Enigma reached up to pet the ferret on her shoulder.

Avery started rubbing the woman’s shoulders and back again when she began shouting. “I’ve forgiven you a lot of things. I f-forgive others rather easily. Myself… d-definitely not so much.” He paused, and thought about what she said for a moment. “I’m sorry it’s like that, Enigma. I am. B-but… it never seems like you want any sort of forgiveness. I m-mean, if you believe they’re monsters a-and only deserve to die, why would they think it would bother you when th-they think of you and treat you like that? A-also, you don’t know much about what happens in th-the supernatural community here. You’re s-sort of detached from it. There are a l-lot of misgivings and much blame put on others. People rarely admit to being wrong. You create excuses as well. To hurt people. Kill. Life is all excuses, really.”

“W-well, a lot of the time it s-seems like you want their approval f-for what you do. A-and if that’s really how you feel, I d-don’t know why you’re interested in h-having me around. The majority of people in my life are those you hunt.” At least she had acknowledged that she knew that he was prepared to go to any lengths to prevent harm from reaching Cassie. From his other friends. “R-really, you just need to stop getting s-so easily angered a-and o-overreacting. It’s only g-going to get you or your husband h-hurt. You should be discreet and s-silent when hunting. Drawing attention t-to yourself just makes you a bigger target a-and a rallying point. There are more members of the supernatural community i-in this city than there are hunters.”

He smiled faintly and wrapped his arms around her. “I forgive you… You didn’t know that’s what was happening.”

Her hand began stroking his hair slowly, twisting strands around its fingers. “Mm.”

Matthew hummed happily and nuzzled her again. “Really, Eni… Don’t beat yourself up over it, o-okay?”

"If you ask me." She pecked him on the cheek, and, seeing that he was about to protest again, shushed him quietly and moved her mouth to cover his.

Enigma nodded to the clerk, who quickly rung up her purchases. If Matthew looked, he might see quite a large number flash across the billing screen - certainly more than he had ever spent at Goodwill. However, it was at that moment that Matthew was called back by the first attendant, who was holding the grey suit. “I have your suits ready, sir, if you would like to try them on.”

"Of course, sir." The clerk led him to the room in which measurements had taken place and gave him his suit. After a bit, it became apparent that Matthew had no idea how to properly put on all the accouterments that became a suit, and the poor salesman had to help him learn which bits were but on first and what tucked into what. This was, of course, the second part of what Enigma had paid for; she considered this knowledge for Matthew quite worth the cost of suits.

“My silly dhampir.” She curled an arm around his waist, drawing him closer. “That was my fault. Shh, no,” She put a finger over his lips to silence his complaint- “I am so very sorry.”

He smiled faintly and wrapped his arms around her. “I forgive you… You didn’t know that’s what was happening.”

Her hand began stroking his hair slowly, twisting strands around its fingers. "Mm."