closed for: @mcgic location: sylvie’s spiritual shoppe
no matter what dylan had the intention of doing or going on a day off, his feet always seemed to take him HERE. it was as if some divine force was pulling him towards the shop, and most importantly, to clementine. he was a lover - it was in his nature to find the good in everyone. but she’d enchanted him the moment he’d seen her spooning out soup at the kitchens. he’d tried to stay away - he was damaged goods since the war. it was bad enough he had to burden his best friend and roommate with his baggage, he couldn’t bear to weigh a such a bright spirit like clementine down.
for the seemingly millionth time, he stopped in front of the occult shop, taking in the smell of incense spilling out from the door. quickly he spied his favorite lady facing away from him. he stood for a moment, taking in the sight with a lovesick smile, before he snapped out of it and walked in. pushing his feelings out of the way was a well-rehearsed exercise he’d learned to master when he first started hanging around clementine. he was a bad enough influence without feelings involved. “i’d like to request a refund.” dylan called as he entered the shop. “i was told last tarot reading that i was to come into a windfall of money. yet i ended last night with approximately negative three dollars.” he stated, crossing his arms in mock fury. the fact that he’d bought himself shots with his tips and ended up OWING another bartender, he kept to himself.
