Action for goddamn anywhere

[sarcastass]

[Well, the planets have aligned, the stars are right and the blue corn moon must be coming out tonight because look who's actually outside, being openly visible today?

Always, always dressed to the nines, today's outfit is actually not the usual pitch black and red, but a nice deep navy blue, gold tie and all.

Flashier than usual, he must actually be angling for attention this time. No corgi today, but don't let that fool you into thinking his little servant isn't present; the presence of a skinny black cat wrapped around his neck and shoulders like a golden eyed scarf is impossible to miss.

With those sooty wings hidden though, he just looks like any other over paid corporate dick, the gold tipped staff knocking steadily across the pavement making sure all of this would be an audible experience too. At any given point in time, in any city, he's there and most likely eating something.

And probably flicking pieces of it at someone.

Sorry not sorry.]

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Prosing!

[child_of_bhaal]

He's a hard figure to overlook, especially in Fayren. No one dresses like that in this part of Genessia. And like the last time, she gets within talking range.

And suddenly food is flying at her, with no warning. At least, she's quick enough to catch it before it hits her in the head.

"Is this your way of inviting me to lunch?"

[sarcastass]

Nice catch! You win: one entire ham cold cut. Careful, it's slicked in mayo.

As for Szel, he still has the rest of the ham sub he's been snacking on here, not really inhaling it inasmuch as he is carefully picking it apart and eating it exactly like you shouldn't eat a sub.

"I was kind of hoping you'd jump up and catch it."

[child_of_bhaal]

Yum. There's now white sauce on her hand. She's barely even fussed about it. She just rolls up the thin sliced meat, and takes a bite.

"If you want me to perform tricks, you'll have to pay me." Is she even bothered that he alluded to her being like a dog doing tricks for treats? Nah. Szel is like a less insulting Edwin Odesseiron. The key is to just enjoy the barbs, for their cleverness, rather than take them to heart.

"Hi Midge!" She holds out that rolled up ham and offers it to the sleek cat lounging around Szel's neck. "Would you like some?"

[sarcastass]

"I am paying you, you have one whole ham slice, that's as good as a hundred dollar bill to a hobo."

That's you. You hobo. Midge, ever vigilant and wide eyed, casts a momentary glance at his master. After a second, his gaze returns, and as usual, the demure, high pitched, lisping voice floats out of the animal like a soft chime.

"I wouldn't mind a piece." He doesn't need it, he doesn't need to eat just like Szel doesn't.

But hey, they're both aspects of gluttony so uh hell no he's not turning down free food.

It's not like Szel hasn't already been feeding his favorite person ever all day.

[child_of_bhaal]

"What are dollar bills? And how do they equate to pork?"

She doesn't care that Midge has or hasn't had any, she just likes him. And after she's given him a piece, she rubs his little head with her clean hand.

"You make a very handsome cat, Midge." She does not talk to him in that way that people talk to their pets. Not that the urge doesn't exist, mind.