Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 3:08:01 GMT
 | “so, winnie.” the whisper over the counter was close to conspiratal. eoin liked it that way; it kept the suspense up. never mind this was a bakery, never mind he was still in his school uniform, never mind it was 6 pm on a wednesday in nova athenis with that kinda tone eoin was sure he was creating a total detective noire vibe here. y'know, minus the vocabulary in the next sentence, “your shift is over soon, right?” shift could mean anything in the world of noire; winnie just had to be creative and dig the whole mysterious vibe he was trying to give out here. he had to work with the name 'winnie' after all - what kinda noire name was that?? still, eoin could work with what he had and what else he had was in the courier bag, bulking uncomfortably as he clutched it close to him. a nervous tic of clinging it close was the only thing that didn't seem excited, though, or his “attempt at noire”. it did lessen down as time went on and he grew a little more conscious of himself, though, “i should probably buy something. huh.” eoin had waited in a line to get to the counter, he guessed. edging back a bit so he could actually at the selection at the bakery, “i mean, what do you suggest?” @eva2 |
