[the woman looks between them for a moment before sighing and walking away. mob keeps standing there because honestly? this isn't too different to reactions master reigen got when he spoke to shop owners sometimes. this is a completely normal experience.
she does come back after a beat with a jug of blood. is it pig's blood? hard to say, she doesn't say as much. it is clearly blood though, plopped onto the counter.] What will you trade for it? [she asks, and mob blinks. he keeps forgetting money isn't a thing.]
[Oh. Right. Payment. Sunny had cash from side jobs back in Faraway but that clearly didn't work here. Also she wanted a trade. He glances at Mob, and then back at the woman.
They needed that juicy, juicy blood.
Sunny pulls off his backpack and goes through the items he has. Most of them were either important items he was given when he got here or things he didn't want to part with. However...
He pulls out a bottle of Orange Joe. It is basically a soda that combines orange and coffee flavors. Welcome to hell, ma'am. He places it on the counter.]
[this poor woman looks at the offering with a furrowed brow, while mob looks to sunny.] Are you sure?
[his precious, definitely super valuable orange joe that he loves so much. the woman picks up the bottle with the appropriate amount of distrust for orange joe, turning it over before sighing.] Sure, kid.
[the woman just stares after them for that comment. the world is a fun place in the trench.
mob follows though, cheered in his mild way at the thought of bat cats. he doesn't think of the last time he fed a stray. he thinks about whether batcats have bat fur or cat fur. what the difference was. ]
Thanks Sunny. [for getting them blood like a teen does, for coming with him.] I hope the bat cats will like it.
You're welcome. [He looks over his shoulder at Mob, cheerful in his own way about their success. Even though it truly came at a great cost.]
I'm glad you told me about the cats. [The day had become exponentially better for having the information and going out on this little errands. Plus now they were going to see bat cats.] Hm, I think they will. We can try out different blood next time. Maybe cow's.
Are cats your favorite? [curious. his omen was a cat, it'd make sense, but sunny seemed to love all animals he could pet so who knows.
the lamp isn't too far off, and for once mob keeps somewhat on track even when deep in thought.] I wonder if anyone here can read animal minds. I'd like to know how it tastes to them.
[He nods.] Yeah. I've been told I'm like a cat, too. [You know, sleeping in a box instead of playing with the toy that came in it. He's just kind of like this.]
Me too. We could ask around about it. [Recruit someone to tell them how blood tastes to bat cats. But hey, they're pretty much on top of the lamp. At least they'd be able to see soon if the cats like it or not.]
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she does come back after a beat with a jug of blood. is it pig's blood? hard to say, she doesn't say as much. it is clearly blood though, plopped onto the counter.] What will you trade for it? [she asks, and mob blinks. he keeps forgetting money isn't a thing.]
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They needed that juicy, juicy blood.
Sunny pulls off his backpack and goes through the items he has. Most of them were either important items he was given when he got here or things he didn't want to part with. However...
He pulls out a bottle of Orange Joe. It is basically a soda that combines orange and coffee flavors. Welcome to hell, ma'am. He places it on the counter.]
Is this enough?
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[his precious, definitely super valuable orange joe that he loves so much. the woman picks up the bottle with the appropriate amount of distrust for orange joe, turning it over before sighing.] Sure, kid.
[such a sacrifice....]
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It was worth it for the cats. Kel would understand.]
Thank you. [Success. Sunny picks up the well earned jug of blood and holds it out triumphantly. They had done it.]
Cat time. [Already walking towards the door.]
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mob follows though, cheered in his mild way at the thought of bat cats. he doesn't think of the last time he fed a stray. he thinks about whether batcats have bat fur or cat fur. what the difference was. ]
Thanks Sunny. [for getting them blood like a teen does, for coming with him.] I hope the bat cats will like it.
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I'm glad you told me about the cats. [The day had become exponentially better for having the information and going out on this little errands. Plus now they were going to see bat cats.] Hm, I think they will. We can try out different blood next time. Maybe cow's.
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the lamp isn't too far off, and for once mob keeps somewhat on track even when deep in thought.] I wonder if anyone here can read animal minds. I'd like to know how it tastes to them.
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Me too. We could ask around about it. [Recruit someone to tell them how blood tastes to bat cats. But hey, they're pretty much on top of the lamp. At least they'd be able to see soon if the cats like it or not.]