[ Is it still called an RP log? Sloth and Edward ]
When: Afternoon
Who: Edward and Sloth
Where: Book store
What Happens: Sloth pretends to be Toboe's owner, to finally speak with the boy she feels compelled to interact with. It doesn't go as she had planned.
Sloth pushed the door of the book store open and strode right to the cashier without so much as a glance around the small shop. The homunculus unfolded the paper in hand and presented it to the girl at the register, with the warmest smile she could manage. "Hello, dear." she began, softly. "I'm... looking for the boy that found this dog." Once directed to where she could find the teen, Sloth contemplated just how to go about approaching him on the matter - even though the animal was hardly her concern at all.
Edward was busy fixing a shelf that seemed to have mysteriously broken the previous night, when the woman came up behind him. "One of these days I'm going to find a quick fix for everything." He grumbled, piling the books that were strewn across the floor onto the cart that he seemed to be in the constant company of. "Like, snapping my fingers-"
"Or, clapping." Sloth offered, fixing the boy with a smile.
For a moment, Ed just stared at her, as if the suggestion were the most insane thing he had ever heard. Or, eerily accurate. "Yeah..." He muttered, pausing in his work to regard the woman. "Can I help you?" Edward inquired, pushing the cart out from between them and avoiding the green gaze that seemed to bore into him. The sudden wave of guilt that was brought on by this woman was hardly explainable, and he couldn't help but be wary of her.
"Edward, right?" She asked, undaunted by his reluctant attitude. "Nothing has a quick fix, dear... You'll have to understand that, eventually." Extending a hand, her smile only grew - ever so slightly. "My name is Juliet... I saw your - flyer. For the lost dog..."
"Oh, is he your's?" The blond tried to contain any excitement in his tone. It really bothered him more than it ought to that the poor animal seemed to be a stray. Golden eyes fell to her hand, and for a moment he only stared at it. Hesitantly, he dusted his hands off and met her hand with his own - just waiting for any type of negative reaction.
Had she offered her left hand, it would be Edward who was surprised by the cool touch of her flesh, but instead she was met with a firm and metal grip. Somehow, the realization that the boy's hand was metal didn't seem unsettling in the least. Rather, the idea seemed to fit the youth that stood before her. Just as the suggestion to clap had also... as if, it had come to her in a dream. "Why, yes... He was." Sloth answered coolly. "He must have gotten lost shortly before the storm..." She murmured, folding both hands in front of her now, flyer still held firmly in her grip.
Was? That hardly seemed like a caring owner to the teen. He shrugged, looking back towards the shelf he'd been fixing. "Well, I'll be here for awhile, but you're welcome to come by tomorrow and pick him up if you want." The blond suggested, looking the shelf over once more as he spoke. "My address and number are on the flyer there." He motioned towards the paper in her hand, wishing that he hadn't put the posters out if this was the type of owner the poor animal had.
The homunculus straightened up, frowning slightly. Perhaps it wasn't the best way to go about things, seeing that he was hardly in the mood to talk here. "All right, I'll see you tomorrow then, Edward." She answered somewhat stiffly.
The blond nodded, stepping back from the book shelf again. "Come by some time in the evening, I'll be home then. We can talk about it, there."
"I'll look forward to it," Sloth replied softly, before turning to leave the small shop.
Who: Edward and Sloth
Where: Book store
What Happens: Sloth pretends to be Toboe's owner, to finally speak with the boy she feels compelled to interact with. It doesn't go as she had planned.
Sloth pushed the door of the book store open and strode right to the cashier without so much as a glance around the small shop. The homunculus unfolded the paper in hand and presented it to the girl at the register, with the warmest smile she could manage. "Hello, dear." she began, softly. "I'm... looking for the boy that found this dog." Once directed to where she could find the teen, Sloth contemplated just how to go about approaching him on the matter - even though the animal was hardly her concern at all.
Edward was busy fixing a shelf that seemed to have mysteriously broken the previous night, when the woman came up behind him. "One of these days I'm going to find a quick fix for everything." He grumbled, piling the books that were strewn across the floor onto the cart that he seemed to be in the constant company of. "Like, snapping my fingers-"
"Or, clapping." Sloth offered, fixing the boy with a smile.
For a moment, Ed just stared at her, as if the suggestion were the most insane thing he had ever heard. Or, eerily accurate. "Yeah..." He muttered, pausing in his work to regard the woman. "Can I help you?" Edward inquired, pushing the cart out from between them and avoiding the green gaze that seemed to bore into him. The sudden wave of guilt that was brought on by this woman was hardly explainable, and he couldn't help but be wary of her.
"Edward, right?" She asked, undaunted by his reluctant attitude. "Nothing has a quick fix, dear... You'll have to understand that, eventually." Extending a hand, her smile only grew - ever so slightly. "My name is Juliet... I saw your - flyer. For the lost dog..."
"Oh, is he your's?" The blond tried to contain any excitement in his tone. It really bothered him more than it ought to that the poor animal seemed to be a stray. Golden eyes fell to her hand, and for a moment he only stared at it. Hesitantly, he dusted his hands off and met her hand with his own - just waiting for any type of negative reaction.
Had she offered her left hand, it would be Edward who was surprised by the cool touch of her flesh, but instead she was met with a firm and metal grip. Somehow, the realization that the boy's hand was metal didn't seem unsettling in the least. Rather, the idea seemed to fit the youth that stood before her. Just as the suggestion to clap had also... as if, it had come to her in a dream. "Why, yes... He was." Sloth answered coolly. "He must have gotten lost shortly before the storm..." She murmured, folding both hands in front of her now, flyer still held firmly in her grip.
Was? That hardly seemed like a caring owner to the teen. He shrugged, looking back towards the shelf he'd been fixing. "Well, I'll be here for awhile, but you're welcome to come by tomorrow and pick him up if you want." The blond suggested, looking the shelf over once more as he spoke. "My address and number are on the flyer there." He motioned towards the paper in her hand, wishing that he hadn't put the posters out if this was the type of owner the poor animal had.
The homunculus straightened up, frowning slightly. Perhaps it wasn't the best way to go about things, seeing that he was hardly in the mood to talk here. "All right, I'll see you tomorrow then, Edward." She answered somewhat stiffly.
The blond nodded, stepping back from the book shelf again. "Come by some time in the evening, I'll be home then. We can talk about it, there."
"I'll look forward to it," Sloth replied softly, before turning to leave the small shop.