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| >The door suddenly opens, allowing small girl in a lab. coat to come in. Behind her stands a much taller, but still as young-looking girl as Jules is, a better look on her allows to conclude this is a very well-made Lilim, all colored black for some reason. Jules adresses the one standing at the counter.
"You are Nicole, i suppose? Name's Jules. I am here to help about Graham. If only i would've get to know this earlier..."
| >They both turn to her... The hooded figure takes of a face mask and it appears to be Erin.
"I managed to get ahold of him... He's in the back smoking a cigarette"
>Erin mutters while turning back to Nicole as the continue to talk.
| >Jules rushes to the back of the shop, apparently serving to be an sll-purpose storage for the excessive goods of the shop, there also can be found an old wooden door. Usually it's locked, but today was an unusual ocassion. The smell of the cigarette smoke were coming from this room, so Jules had no doubts who is waiting her behind it; she broke inside, rushed to Graham, wrapping her arms around him.
"You, silly... What were you even thinking..."
| "A hello would be nice y'know..."
>He say jokingly.
"Where have you been? I've been worried sick..."
>He pats her head ruffling up her hair.
| "Hello. Still, this doesn't explain why you tried to suicide either turned into one of those ruthless loieters screwing around?... Fallen a bit out of my sight and decided to screw your life? Or what have happened to you?"
>She punched his chest with her arm clutched into a fist, through not putting any real strength into it. In the end - she had her reasons to be angry.
"Don't disappear without saying a word... Promise me that you won't..."
| "I'm sorry... Its a long story but to sum it up short I have to do these animal nask killings to keep you safe okay? Please just don't ask about it..."
>He pats her hair gently.
"I promise..."
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| "To keep me safe... i have someone to watch over me while you are away. That seemed weird to me at start, too, but... she is more than combat-ready. I am confident about this. Still, i will follow your desire this time, and will ask no questions..."
>Eventually, Jules snuggled into his chest, wrapping her tiny hands around his body.
"I am just glad you're unharmed... but i don't like you've messed yourself into those shady affairs! I just can't approve this..."
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"J-Jules... Its not like that! T-These guys can take down the strongest of people...I try my best to end it. Okay?"
>He wrapped his arms around her in return.
"Do you want to head back to my place now? We can watch a movie and catch up."
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| > At the corner of the street a man dressed in brown leather coat and with a black baseball hat shows up and walks towards the pet shop. His paces calm have nothing in particular to draw attention as he walks and does not seem to mind anything around, as if familiar with the neighbourhood. Holding a sportsbag around his shoulder he seems like going to gym, or returning from it. Near the shop he stops and starts to look at the animals from outside the windowglass, taking his time.
| >A tall, young man walks up to the store, phone in hand
"This looks like the place..."
| > The man with the black hat and the bag on his shoulder was standing in front of the windowpane. His hair under the hat was cut short and white, with silver strains here and there. He very slightly half looked at the newcomer and then turned his attention to the animals again. Patiently he waited to be addressed... if the newcomer was the one he was supposed to be meeting.
| > The man with the hat turned to face the other one. After looking at him for a few seconds as if making sure, he nodded.
"You are CN I suppose."
| "Yes, no problems there."
> The man took off the sportsbag from his shoulder and offered it to the one in front of him.
"Inside is a powered biotissue preservation cryothermus. Rechargable batteries give 6 months autonomy max between each recharge. The foam is fully biological, actively binds onto living tissue at room temperature conditions and the contact cells will mimic the adn structure of the tissue cells adjacent to them. And so on with the next layer of cells."
| > He paused for a bit before continuing once again.
"It does not suffer from rejection from the body. Belive me, this is good stuff, better than military grade products. It has a longer time to mature to full tissue, two weeks time, but it continues to adapt for 3 more months, as the cells' dna fully binds and fuses both helixes together. The resulting tissue is virtually like your own flesh and bone. It only works on humans and catboomers though, it is based on those genomaps."
| >>151204
"Alright, perfect. Thanks."
>CN takes the bag as he hands him the credstick loaded with 30k
"Good doing business with you"
| > The man dressed in leather and the black hat nods in response as he takes the credstick.
"Pleasure is mine."
> He slowly turned to look again at the animals from the window of the shop.
"Wonderful creatures."
> That was all he said as he stood there. The comment could even be more to himself than addressed to CN, once again in a state as if studing the animals for afar, as if the exchange between him and the other man never happened.
| >A young girl suddenly pops up next to the man. her voice is bright and happy
"so you like them too!? diddn't take a type like you to be an aninal lover."
| "Er... right. I'll be going now."
>He holds the bag up in a sort of goodbye gesture before walking off
| > He turned his head fast to the newcomer, slightly startled. But it only lasted a fraction of a second and then smiling a bit as a response to the cheerful girl he nodded.
"Unlike many nowadays, these animals are full living organisms."
> He nodded to CN as he spoke and then again at the girl near him, looking at her and trying to understand at least *what* was she.
| >The girl looks at him strangly, but then shrugs
"You have a interesting way of speaking mister! Have you ever thought about owning a pet? I could spot you!"
| "Also, i dunno if this is what you're talking about but I'm unmodddd to!"
>She smiles smugly,
| > The man listened quietly at her words. Turning his head he eyed the animals from the window. At her last words he looked at her curiously and smiled back.
"so then so be it. Let's see how your cats will be happy to meet me. Show us the way, o'unmodded one."
>He smiled while teasing her back with the words and waiting for her to lead into the shop.
| >With a smile on het face and a skip in her step she waltz into the petshop
"Nicole! Can I get another pet!? It's not for me this time I swear!"
| >>151573
"O-Oh... Yeah sure"
>She stops talking to the hooded figure and pays attention to you. (Who is it?)
| (Just an innocent girl with too many pets, Name's Jenetta)
| >A man in a hooded parka comes in to the store, looking at the assortment of puppies.
| >The man followed her into the shop, taking his hat off as well. Only slightly taller than the average man his white short-cut hair fall in sharp contrast to his brown leather coat and black trousers. He looks at Nicole at the counter and at the hooded person near her, greeting them with a nod.
"Hello."
> Then his attention fell back again at the girl who brought him in, waiting for her to go on with her being his tour guide and quite happy to do so.
| > Jenetta shows him around the displays starting with the fishtanks
"Fish are kinda low maintenance pets, so it's easy to keep a whooole lot of them!"
>she presses her face against the glass
"They can't talk, or really even know you're there... but they're still so pretty to watch."
> She pulls her face away from the glass
"They never get lonely! good if you don't have a lot of time!"
>She makes her way over to the cats and suddenly pauses her enthusiasm for a bit
"Cats are..."
| "...An interesting pet choice"
>She sighs, bad memories coming up
"They're lower maintenance then dogs but... they make up for that in different ways. Basically, you don't own your cat they own you. I own around 5 cats, and whenever they're upset..."
>She rolls up her sleeves, revealing numerous scars and fresh wounds
"They can kind of get a little feisty. Still though everyone is unique! Some don't scratch, but they're all still pretty aloof and won't get too too lonely..."
| >Finally, she turns her head to the dogs and practically leaps at them
"Dogs are some of the most loving pets in the worlds! You gotta mak sure to give them lots of zlove in return though... One time I nearly got kicked out of my appartment cause my little puppers were howling so much over how much they missed me.
>She sighs, collecting herself
"They come in all shapes and sizes, so I'm sure there's one just righr for you! Some even used to hunt people down!"
| >she looks at the ground and sighs
"Not sure if an important looking man like yourself has the time for one though."
| > The white haired man followed her to the fishtanks. Listening to her words he remained silent as she spoke about them. There was a slight reaction at her words for the unloniness nature of the fish. He nodded at her words as he admired a colourful specimen seemingly floating in the tank, barely moving.
When she went to the cats he listened intently at what she was saying. The cats nearest to them definitely noticed their presence and raised their heads, ears perked up... (cont.)
| (messed up coloring)
>... and eyes wide open. He blinked his eyes at one in very slow motions, opening them only halfway through lazily, as if comunicating with it. As she exposed her scars he looked at her but remained silent anyhow, not wanting to interrupt.
> Continuing to the dogs, he bent and his face went near the cage and the dog reciprocated. With a smile he straightened up.
"Important? I demand my limousine right now. Do you think any of these warriors can help?" (cont)
| > He looked at her with a smile and winked. Whatever thought changed her mood he did not want it to last. And in that wink she would be able to tell his eyepupils were slitlike in shape, like a cat's.
| >She gasps as she sees his eyes
"Ohmygoshohmygosh I'm so sorry."
>she blushes
"I really do love my cats but uh... Yeah I'm sure they can help! Just pick one out and I'll go and get Nicole!,
| >The Hooded man finally finishes looking at the puppies, walking over to the desk, listening to the girl talking about pets.
"Uh, S'cuse me, what puppy breeds do you have?"
| > The man with the leather jacket nodded in agreement to the girl. He slightly scratched his chin and gestured a very faint 'shhh' with his finger on his lips while he slightly shrugged as if to indicate he agreed with her words. When the hooded man spoke to her he nodded.
"I will look which one is the feistiest. Don't go anywhere, I will need your expertise again."
> He started to look at the animals again. Someone very familiar with the animals would probably notice... (cont.)
| > ... that the cats were the ones to show most interest - or was it agitation? - to him when he got near them. Each and every one of them froze with him when they made eye contact. Just as he did in return. For around 10 seconds with each, before he moved slowly away and proceeded to the next one.
| >The Girl's eye's widens.
"I've never seen cats do thay before... you some kind of kitty charmer?
| > The white haired man looked at her and smiled with a soft nod.
"You could say I am well acquainted with the entire family. I am sure you know they use a lot of body language and gestures. You said you're under the strict supervision of five of them, yes?"
> He thought for a moment before he continued, pointing with his eyes to her arms.
"Why the scars? Some of those are really recent. From a few hours ago maybe."
| "Oh... right"
>she embarresseedly pulls down her sleeves
"The ones I got grom here are well behaved enough, most of them are from treating strays"
>She sighs again
"They get so jumpy and scared that I usually end up bleeding... But someone has to show them love! They're just hurt an' all"
>she suddenly grimances
"Though... sometimes I wonder if *that* one just wants to hurt me."
| "Hurt stray cats? You found them around and have them live with you?"
> He looked at her for a few moments and then shook his head with a questioning look.
"You don't make them cook and clean for you, do you?"
> He grinned. But actually he was sure she loved her cats more than she would admit.
"Slavery is illegal. Even towards pet animals."
> He shook his head as if to show disaproval, but his eyes betraied him at the joke.
| "N-no. Of course not!"
>She blushes and then laughs
"I-If anything I'm their slave. Basically all my income goes into keeping those little kiddos fed..."
| >Hooded man looks over to the two conversing.
| "Sorry to interrupt, but you seem to know plenty about animals. Would you be able to help me pick a dog or puppy?"
| >She turns her head
"O-of course, got anything in mind?"
>she looks back at leather jacket man
"if you need any help too just ask ok? doesn't even have to be pet related! I just love helping!"
| "I was just looking for sort of a hunting companion. Weird choice, I know."
>The Hooded man says.
| > The white haired nodded with a chuckle at her comment.
"They haven't made a hostage of you yet."
> Hearing the other man speak, he nodded to the girl and gestured towards one of the cages where a big cat was held.
"I'll have a look at this one."
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"Oh, have you tried out Bloodhounds yet? Like the name suggests, historically they've been used to hunt thanks to their excellent sense of smell, German shepards are also a solid choice, they used to be police dogs you know! Though, it all comes down to training in the end.
>Girl turns her head to look at the cat.
"Hm... That's a pretty big cat, Nicole! can you hand me the keys? I wanna see how they get along in person!"
| "I think a German shepherd would be nice. But are you sure that being in the same room with a big cat is a safe idea?"
>The Hooded man raises a eyebrow at the girl's eagerness.
| "Dogs and cats can get along just fine! Besides, even if it does go nuts, you'll need practice keeping your dog undercontrol if you want to go hunting with it!"
| > The white haired man slowly approached the cage. The big cat was not only big but quite nicely built, though lazy in appearance, as it stood there with eyes almost closed and seemingly uninterested at what went on around.
"Pokerface, huh?!"
> He spoke undervoice as he kept on looking at the big cat. He turned his gaze to the girl after a bit, curious to see what was the dog she was suggesting for the other man. Her knowledge about animals was admirable.
| "I was talking about you being in the same room with a big cat... Anyway, who do I go to for the shepherd?"
>The Hooded man looks over the shop.
| (Going to assume Nicole obliges, retcon if not)
>The girl gingerly accepts the keys and walks over to the large cat an opens it's cage. When reaches to pick it up she get scratched and looks slightly irritated
"Grumpy little bugger arn't you.."
> She places the heavy cat down infront of leather jacket man, and runs into the backroom, returning with an energetic German Shepard on a leash, and boy is it strong, almost being dragged aeay she quickly hands the leash to hooded man.
| >The hooded figure looks in disbelief and leans her body over to Nicole.
"Is it always this crazy?"
>She whispers
"This is nothin..."
>She responds.
| "well, see if you like eachother!"
>She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bandage to cover the scratch om her face. It's not a lot of blood, but those claws were sharp.
| > The leather jacket man heared the words quite clearly. But he didn't even blink at all but continued to study the cat in the cage. For whatever reason, the cat turned its head and looked fist at the man in front of the cage and then at the girl while it took it out of the cage and threw a light struggle. As it was placed in front of the man with the leatherjacket it stood there for a few seconds, hair standing on its back, unmoving while they made eye contact.
| "What is it big guy? Being cocky with a lady? So what now?"
> As the man spoke to the cat, the animal slightly growled but seemed too scared to move or do anything. It slowly turned its head towards Nicole, the hooded man and even the agitated dog... as if pleading for someone to help.
| >Jenetta with her keen pet senses, notices that *something* is wrong. She slowly walks over to the cat's side, petting it and soothing it. Initially the cat resists, scratching her more, but slowly it calms down.
"There there... See everyone needs a litrle love."
> she blushes and backs away,
"Oops, this isn't my bonding session! Sorry for interuppting you uh... staring contest? but he looked a little stressed"
| > The man with the leather jacket eased up as well and nodded to the girl.
"It is all good. It scratched you again but this time it was out of frustration not because it wanted to stay away from you."
> He looked at the cat as the girl backed away and he also took a couple of steps backwards. There was something strange... catlike... in his steps. In the end he straightened up and smiled to the girl, speaking cheerfully.
(cont.)
| "Ah. hate to ask, but do you have a pup shepherd? It be easier to bond with him, I think."
>The hooded figure removes his hood, revealing that he is completely covered in bandages.
"I don't think a grown dog would like this face. But a pup? Maybe it will grow in to liking it."
| > (.cont)
"We said hello and Pokerface knows how to treat a lady with grace. I think he will be only happy to cuddle with you. I will not take him today and he will stay here till tomorrow, but of course I will pay for it."
> He searched in his pocket and picked a small flask. Taking steps to keep a distance from the cat, he approached to the girl and offered it to her.
"Clean the cut with this, now if possible. It will leave no mark or scar but avoid moisture for the next 3 hours"
| > As the other man with the hood exposed his head, the white haired man looked at the bandages for a few seconds. There was no exposed skin to see at all.
> For a while there he stood thinking of the deal he closed earlier on, clutching the credstick that CN gave him.
> Forcing his eyes away he looked at the girl while he filled his lungs with air... secretly trying to catch her gaze, feeling he should do something.
| >The girl fumbles with the flask, but doesn't drop it.
"uh... oh thanks you but really diddn't have to..."
>She notices the bandaged man and almost gasps
"oh my gosh um... Sorry, i'm being rude."
>She quickly leads the dog back into the back room, and comes out wih an adorable little puppy
"The great thing about animals is, they don't judge people based off how you look Mister Bandage!"
| "Ah. I get that reaction every time, almost used to it. Name's Mano by the way."
>He takes the pup from the girl, holding it endearingly.
"Who's a good boy? Your a good boy."
| >She then proceeds to do as instructed, applying the contents on her wound.
"Ah... that feels nice... Who are you anyway? some kind of miracle doctor? I havn't heard of something like this..."
>She feels like asking more, but she gets a feeling it probably isn't polite to pry in like that.
| >She turns around to look at Mano
"Aw... you look so cute together... but remember, he won't stay that small forever, they grow up fast you know!
| "I hope so. Anything else I need to know about taking care of him?"
>Mano notices small scaring on the pups face.
"Where did he get these?"
| "Get what?"
>She examines the puppy's face and gasps, but then gives a sigh of resignation
"Sometimes, especially when there's a really big liter of puppies, they fight over food and stuff. It's usually all fun and games, but sometimes one of them gets hurt. This particuar one was quite the fighter, so think of that scar as a scar of honor!"
>she takes a deep breath
"Of course, i can exchange it for anothert one if you want."
| "Oh, you'll need your pet essentials of course, food, water, a warm place to sleep... Oh and lots of love!
>She scribbles something down and hands it to both of the men
"Here's my number, feel free to ask me about or for anything!"
| >>151883
"No. I like him too much already, reminds me of myself"
>Mano holds the pup dearly, whispering to it.
"I won't loose you like I lost her..."
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>He declines the number.
"Uh, sorry, I don't carry a phone around."
| > The white hair man in the leather jacket remained silent for a while as they kept on with the conversation. Something got him to retreat to the silent side but he hid it quite well from the other man who named himself Mano, and the girl.
"Miracles are such only when we do not know the details behind them."
> He looks at the girl when she came back and had the liquid applied on her scratch.
(cont.)
| (cont)
> With a nod of approval he took the small piece of paper where her number was and placed it in his pocket. Feeling the credstick in it as well he picked it and held it in his hand. He resisted to look towards Mano when he whispered to the dog.
"Thank you. Well Pokerface will remain here today if it is not a problem. I would like to pay for it as soon as you are ready nonetheless."
| "Same here."
>Mano begins to dig in his pockets, looking for a credstick, taking peaks at the leather jacket man.
| (My phone is dying, so last post for a bit)
>The girl blushes and clams up
"Oh.. uh sorry i don't work here, i'm just a volenteer from time to time, i'll take up your order with Nicole though."
> she looka confused at Mano not oqning a phone and sigha
"Well, i hang out here sometkmes, so maybe you can ask nicole or we'll run into eachother."
| >>151901
"Yea. sorry about that. I've just had... issues with phones in the past."
>Mano holds his pup, letting the pup lick him.
"I think I will name him Scar. Unless you got something better?"
| > The leather jacket man did not seem to notice the occasional glances from Mano towards him. He nodded as the girl spoke.
"I see. It is all right."
> His gaze turned towards the big cat, still on one of the tables. The animal stared at him for a moment or two then suddenly closed in the distance between itself and the girl, jumped easily on her shoulder and remained there, purring very softly.
"That is the spirit."
> (cont.)
| > (cont)
> With a smile he nodded to her meaningfully. Hearing Mano speak, he turned towards him, and after a bit of hesitation he spoke.
"Why not name it Hope?"
| "Hope... sounds good. I don't think we've met. I'm Mano."
>Mano sets the pup down on the table, still playing with it with one hand, holding out his other hand.
| "Airton."
> The man in leather jacket reached and shook Mano's hand. Not looking down, he paied attention whether his hand would have any scars in itself, feeling the texture of the skin, or whether there was a skin at all to speak of.
"Uhmm, well. For what it is worth dogs get attached to who feed them early on in their lives. And recognise them by smell. Appearances do not matter much. Maybe you knew it already but I felt like saying anyhow."
| >>151911
You feel cold, bare metal. If you take a look, The arm is actually an advanced prosthetic, painted in matte black.
"I didn't, but thank you. Gives me hope, heh."
| > Airton retreated his hand slowly from the handshake. So the man was either a Lilim, or a heavily augmented organism.
"Your new buddy over there will remind you in case of risk for forgetting."
> He smiled as he looked at the puppy, stealing a glance at the prosthetic arm and hand.
> Looking up again he felt like asking more as he glanced at the bandages but thought better of it and dismissed the thought.
"He will be a fine companion, I am sure of it."
| "He sure will."
>Mano notices the glances, and decides to explain.
"I can see that you want to know more about the bandages. It's fine, I'd rather have people ask than make assumptions."
>Mano begins looking at some bowls and beds (Be it at a distance if they are else where in the store)
"So what do you want to know?"
| > Airton looked at him as Mano spoke.
"How much flesh tissue is there? Skin damage only or also chunks of flesh missing?"
> He looked at the girl, quite satisfied she was not paying much attention at them at that very moment, busy with whatever matters in the shop. Somehow he felt she would freak out from such conversation, quite the sensitive warm hearted type she had turned out to be so far.
"Is the damage recent, or something of before which you cover to hide the view?"
| "Decades of damage probably? Last checkup I had with the doc said that about 35% of my skin is replaced with scar tissue? But it's the most recent event that caused all these bandages. It was an acid attack. I tried to cover my face, but..."
>He just trails it off, the answer quite literally visible on his face.
| > Airton nodded. Traces of uncertainty crept in his mind but he didn't keep it in and promptly responded, also to avoid the dead silence as much as possible.
"Plastic surgery is not an option? I hear they have made some advances via nanomachine treatments."
> The lie of being missinformed in the matters would certainly go unnoticed. After all tissue generation was not exactly in the news and the truly small advances in the field were secrets well guarded by the health industry.
| "A scar is a mistake, and mistake is a lesson. Erase your scars, and you will erase your lessons. So to answer your question, I choose not to."
| >Mano lets Hope sit on the counter, while beginning to look at some food for him for home.
| "I see."
> Airton spoke the words but felt only partially convinced. Somehow the words struck a cord in him and after a few moments he spoke again.
"Scars of the body are different from the scars of the soul and the mind. At least we have a choice whether to heal them or not about the former."
>He smiled feebly and remained silent afterwards. Yet he understood well what was told well.
>Looking at the tank with the colourful fish in it he tried to imagine how the fish saw the world.
| "Scars of the soul..."
>Mano contemplates, looking at Hope.
| > Airton didn't reply. The cut off sentence made him realize that the topic was a sensitive one recently. To the point of people building up the rejection turned hatred for some towards the Lilim. The term 'Ghost' was getting more and more popular to better describe the immaterial concept to include everyone regardless of what they were.
| "Sorry. I got lost in thoughts. You have any interests?"
>Mano snaps back to reality, changing the subject.
| > Airton shook off his own mindmaze and looked back at Mano.
"Apart from earning a modest living, I enjoy sport now and then and I like to read. I have some books too. Paper books I mean, the old ones. I find the smell of paper while reading very relaxing."
| >The girl returns, finished with all the paperwor and stuff
"Paper books? I got a ton back at home, from my grandpa. Mostly about pets though"
>She hands the men their receipts and perks up
"Oh right, The name's Jenetta,"
| "Wow. I'm surprised you can find them these days. I think I know the perfect person you can meet!"
>Mano exclaims with exitement
| > Airton gives his credstick to the girl, smiling as the big cat was determined to remain on her shoulders during all this time.
"You do? That is so nice... Jenetta."
> Turning to Mano he nods in approval.
"Maybe we can meet this person you speak of some day. I don't think he would part from his collection easily, but at least we can have a look at some new old ones for a change, right?"
> He looked at both of them with visible satisfaction.
| > Jenetta reacts casually, as if nothing was wrong
"Ah, He died the other day, if you want we can stop by his appartment, I was gonna move it all to my place, but you might find something special!"
| >Mano hands over his credstick, paying for Hope, and all the necessities for him.
"Thanks Jenetta."
>Mano then responds to Airton
"Her name is Uni, and she is a serious collector. But I recall her having problems with space at her place, so she might be willing to let go of some."
| > Airton felt a bit startled at Jenetta's words about her grandfather. But showing it was so out of the question.
"Why, yes sure. I mean it would be great. If you need help for transport I will be glad to do it."
> He nodded to Mano.
"A book unread has more value than a book you have read. I mean, you feel like there's a mystery box still waiting to be opened and discovered of what it has inside. A serious collector now. It is marvelous."
| "Right, why don't you all come over sometime! I'll give you the address, or we can meet up and i'll lead you there!"
| "Yeah. I'll try, but I might be busy in the coming months."
>Mano writes something down, then ripping it off, It's an email address.
| > Airton looked at the paper, repeating the address in his mind and memorising it. Then under it he wrote down a number and 'Airton' alongside. It was his phone number.
"I will be coming here tomorrow again anyways to pick up... Pokerface."
> At the name he visibly addressed the big cat who actually didn't bother at all looking at him. But Airton knew the animal was well aware of being addressed and was just ignoring him.
| >Mano begins to leave the store, Hope and all in tow.
"Thanks For Hope! See you all around!"
| "Take care. And be safe out there."
> Airton spoke calmly and zipped his up his jacket.
"I'll be heading out as well. Thank you for the help."
Speaking to Janette he put his hat back on.
| > As he got out of the front door he looked upwards to the sky. As always, grey and cloudy, even at night.
> As he reached the nearby crossroad, Airton headed left and was out of sight.
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At the end of the street a man with short white hair walks calmly towards the shop. Dressed in a grey jacket and black jeans he finally reached the door and entered.
"Hello"
> He would greet anyone inside and if there happened to be people from the day before, they would recognise him to be Airton.
| > Jenetta notices Airton and greets him warmly, she's holding pokerface and constantly brushing him.
"Oh hey airton! Here to pick up pokerface?"
| > Airton steps forward and looks at both of them with a smile.
"Ei, hi Jenetta. I guess so yes. It seems like he has been behaving much better today."
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| > Jenetta smiles
"Yeah, vut he's been a little jumpy today, probably just really excited to go with you!
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| >On the outskirts of GC lays Nicols's Pet Shop. A quite little place where you can buy fish, dogs, cats and supplies. Nicole say at the counter talking to some with their hood up...