#convecnation

❄️ “You don’t look like one bothered by the cold, or are you just good at looking the part?” The woman spoke from behind the counter of a street side stall, skin like the pale sky, she leaned a hand on the counter, glowing a similar icy shade.

“You’ve been looking at this one for a while, haven’t you?”

The gallery is small, but it’s a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the city at large. You stand in front of a painting depicting two people, naked, one ripping entrails made of red ribbon from the other and tying it into a beautiful, ornate bow. 

“Isn’t alcohol good? I want to get very, very drunk!” Alas, the Goddess could not. This material body had been cut out of some unnecessary sensations and necessities fitting of the human anatomy. Thus her voice was more a pitiful complaint than an actual request when seeing the other woman, eyelashes batting in hopes of inspiring the purchase of alcoholic drinks for her. While it can be an endearing sort of childish act, Quetzalcoatl was a pretty charismatic deity and she was far too confident in her persuasion abilities. 

“When do you think business would pick up the fastest? I’d initially thought of the manic shopping week before Christmas, but it looks like I’m a bit too late for that.” Her question is thrown out to no one, really, but she looks about lazily to see if anyone is going to respond. “I’d hate for opening night to be slow.” 

With winter’s approach, the air was always growing chiller and chiller. At least, that had been Titan’s experience since arriving. The chill that day was enough that if he weren’t more restless about his situation, he would have remained indoors.

For better or worse, that meant weaving through people. With how the crowds flowed, it was hard not to notice when something, or someone, had drawn more attention than the norm. That was his thinking when he came upon a small cluster of figures who were not going along their way, instead stopping to admire..

Ah, it was a woman. Why was he not surprised. She seemed to be reveling in the attention, though. One thing bothered him, though...

Pushing through the handful of people, he approached, scarf held out at arm’s length.

“I, uh...” Terumi had been looking for someone to give her directions, but when a rather busty woman placed her hands on her hips and stared down at her expectantly, she felt all willpower drain from her body, feeling could and quite nervous. She patted at her sides while staring off, that awkward simplicity not doing much for her in the veil of trying to make connections here.