This is gettin' embarrassin...

Starting up a new blog for Vince, now as a completely independent RP blog. UvU The old blog is here, and I decided to try and start a new one because I’ve developed his personality a bit more with a few private RPs. 

But I really don’t know why I’m doing this when I’m leaving for London in two days 

I love these two so much I

EVEN THOUGH LIVE AND I HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO A PART WHERE THEY’RE FRiENDLY YET… 

Willy made his way back from the case and settled himself at the Sniper’s side, watching boredly the woman check out Vince. The woman was just all smiles towards the older man, telling him of this objects origins.

“This was carved from an Aborigine all the way from Australia. My husband got it as a gift when he was visiting their village.” She carefully placed the object in a small white bag before pushing it over the desk towards him. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, taking the bag and glancing at the contents before looking back up. "I'm from Down Under myself- except I left my collection back at home, you see." He chuckled, and backed up so that Willy would be able to purchase his own stack of stuff. 

Plus the Scout couldn’t really see her since his back was still directed at her. 

“Ugh. Tastes kinda bad.” Willy snorted, putting it back into the overly decorated case. He plucked up the small assortment of books from a nearby shelf. Resting atop of those were a two little clear glass figurines. They had color but it looked to be add mainly at the ends making their centers appear faded of color and nearly clear. 

"It's an antique and you put it to your mouth, mate, what else would you expect?" He let out a low chuckle, and looked at the wooden rabbit again. Eh, might as well take it now, seeing as Willy found his own stuff to buy. He plucked it once again from the table he set it down upon only a couple of minutes before. 

The bloke seemed pretty happy by what he found. Vince shrugged and brought the figure to the lady, already reaching for his wallet as he was lead to the supposed checkout counter to pay for it. He knew who to give it to. 

Once he finished scanning the spines of the books, he moved to look around the rest of the shop, starting with the small stack of music boxes that were placed on a small table near the bookshelf. He picked one up and opened it curiously and carefully. The music started spilling out in high and low notes and slowly stopped. Vince didn’t wind it up again. He closed it and put it back, then looked back at the Scout, who now took the book from earlier under his arm. 

He scoffed, bringing the pile to his chest. He didn’t even have them tucked up that far.  “Well Vince. I’m going to go look at those odd assortments of figurines over there. Be right back.” He slapped him on the shoulder before waltzing off. These shelves looked more update. They were made entirely of glass themselves. 

He sort of flinched when the BLU slapped him on the shoulder, not expecting it at all. Absentmindedly, he nodded and turned his head to look at everything else in the store, again. His gaze landed on a couple of wooden carvings, miniature animals, one being a rabbit. He picked it up and inspected it for a while before thinking of asking the price of the small piece of art, his mouth open to call the lady over, but decided against it and stayed silent. Maybe he'll come back and buy another time. 

When it was passed to him the man gratefully accepted it. 

“Moby Dick.” Willy read the words aloud to himself before his lips sunk back and brows rose. He bobbed his head up and down, sizing up the thick read. This looked to be right up his alley. “I attempted this and never finished.” 

His fingers ran over those pin thin yellowing pages delicately, turning a couple as if remembering from back then. When that question popped up Willy just smirked over at Vince. A sort of wistful spark came to those blue eyes.

Once he finished scanning the spines of the books, he moved to look around the rest of the shop, starting with the small stack of music boxes that were placed on a small table near the bookshelf. He picked one up and opened it curiously and carefully. The music started spilling out in high and low notes and slowly stopped. Vince didn't wind it up again. He closed it and put it back, then looked back at the Scout, who now took the book from earlier under his arm. 

He noted the Scout removing his shirt. He thought of mimicking the action but all he would have was his wife-beater and he wasn’t going to wear just that anytime soon. It was incredibly warm, but he still had his own standards, not that anyone was going to care at this point with other men walking around in a similar fashion.  With a soft sigh he kicked a small rock aside. 

While still managing to keep his old shirt tucked underneath a free arm, Willy smeared the liquid down his arms and across his shoulder blades. 

“We should take shelter some where cooler.” The man obviously hinted to one of the stores as he made way to the closest one. 

A light ring of a bell overhead announced their entrance. But no one seemed to be there to greet them. Willy proceeded with smearing the last of the liquid into his skin while holding the door open for Vince with his foot.

Vince noted the Scout spreading some more sunscreen on his skin, and looked about the town, adjusting his aviators and squinting under the sun. As a result of the still blinding light, he brought a hand up to provide some cover for his eyes. Fortunately, the Scout had suggested to go for some shelter, so he nodded once again and followed the BLU into the store he was hinting at. He uttered a small ‘thanks, mate’ as the other man held the door open as he walked in, now paying attention to the store itself. 

“Customers. What can I get you today?” She glanced towards Willy, but once she found him shirtless and less dressed immediately her eyes glued to Vince. Willy tried not to laugh when it became obvious that she was uncomfortable seeing a man without a shirt on. If that was the case she defiantly shouldn’t head to down state New York at this time of the year. With all the gangs that ran around shirtless up there, she’d probably have a heart attack on sight. 

"G'day, miss," he said with a nervous smile, which turned quite genuine when he also noticed , amusingly, how her gaze was quickly shifted from the Scout beside him to himself. Evidently she was not accustomed to seeing males without their tops. 

He jokingly wondered if she was even married.

"Like he said," the Sniper replied as well after the BLU passed by her. He took off his aviators and let them hang on his shirt pocket, and proceeded to look around as well, mainly at the bookshelf that looked like it could give in any second. "Heh, this one's a classic," he mumbled to the Scout near him. pulling out a rather dusty and worn hardcover book. 

Absentmindedly tearing his eyes away from the faded ink on the pages to glance at his companion, he only now realized that he hadn't yet asked his name. Calling him just "BLU" seemed a bit odd, now that they've been here a while. 

“Pokemon can become your best companions, friends, comrades. If you feel alone, they’ll be there. There are so many things pokemon do, so, I thought as a contribution, I’d give away my baby pokemon. Still eggs, so, be safe with them, ya? Take care, new and old trainers.”