#*zico

“Old man. Hey, old man.”

When it becomes obvious that the shop owner in Sombra Muerte isn’t paying attention to her, Anise’s face falls into a decidedly unimpressed expression and she ambles over to the light switches in the shop. She would never do something so disrespectful as mess with the merchandise or make loud noises to get someone’s attention - hell, does she hate loud noises - but lights are always fair game as long as she doesn’t flicker them too fast. 

So she switches the lights on and off and on and off until finally Zico looks up at her with a glare of mild annoyance. Anise holds up a jar of something that looks decidedly slimy (she’ll have to wear gloves if she messes with these), though she’s not actually certain what it is. Which is the reason she had needed Zico’s attention in the first place.

“Thinking about the future is so dumb,” Anise grumbled as she picked through some of the myriad of books kept in Sombra Muerte. It had become a rather frequent haunt for her and she had gotten to know the owner of the store just a little better, though Anise felt like it was impossible to understand him. Even more than usual, if that was possible.

Since graduation was still a few years off, Anise had plenty of time to worry about what she would do after college. But her mom had been asking about it during their weekly phone calls lately and it weighed on her mind. As such, she decided it would be best to gather information from all the unique sources on the island in terms of possible employment. Sure, she would rather simply go do plant research, but life was rarely that simple.

r/[ threaten ]   my muse threatening yours.

“If you don’t show me your ‘mysterious new item’, I’m going to echolocate as loud as I can until your eardrums burst.”

Zico had been toying with her long enough. He had always been one for teasing, but now Anise was starting to get tired of it. If he had something to show and to sell, then he should show it! Otherwise, why bother taunting her with it? Oh, wait - she knew exactly why. Because he was that kind of god. 

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

@mpxzico

Usually, Anise wasn’t much excited by new shops opening up on the island. But this was no usually.

In fact, this was practically family. Okay, it’s not like Anise actually cared about family. Who was in her pantheon, who wasn’t, she couldn’t care less. What she did care about was the shop’s potential. She could only get so many live samples on the island. And most shipping services didn’t seem to look fondly on transporting mushrooms and spores. Especially dangerous ones.

As such, any potential opportunity to look for new and unusual samples was in her interest to pursue. That was how she found herself in the so-called ‘shop of oddities’. The first thing she noticed was the dimness when she entered. It suited her eyes much better than the bright summer sunshine outside. That boded well for her search. It was with this in mind that Anise - fingering her chewable silicone bat necklace - approached the front desk and the man sitting behind it.