A tall person dressed in a black greatcoat, wide-brimmed tophat, and pink sunglasses walks over. They place a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates on the table.
The man looks up, his good eye focused on them and then the chocolates "Need help?" He gurgles out, it sounds like his throat is filled with liquid
"No... I'm fine." They sit down across from the man. "How have you been?"
A tall person dressed in a black greatcoat, wide-brimmed tophat, and pink sunglasses walks over. They place a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates on the table.
The man looks up, his good eye focused on them and then the chocolates "Need help?" He gurgles out, it sounds like his throat is filled with liquid
"No... I'm fine." They sit down across from the man. "How have you been?"
"Do I know you?" He asked, narrowing his good eye, the other one stays still, like the skin is paralyzed there.
"No, I don't believe so." They light up a cigarette. It doesn't smell like tobacco. "I misspoke. I meant to say, 'how are you today?'"
"Mn, I am.. well." He seems to pause on the word, as if searching for the right one "What about you?"
They pause. "I... am... okay." They look at the lit end of their blunt. "I'm trying to spend more time outside my factory."
"Factory? What do you produce?" He asked, now more interested. He waves a waiter over, signing something in common to them before the waiter nods and disappears "I personally run in the food market but its nice to meet a fellow... person. Blast it, forgive me, my vocabulary needs to be better."
They pause. "I... am... okay." They look at the lit end of their blunt. "I'm trying to spend more time outside my factory."
"Factory? What do you produce?" He asked, now more interested. He waves a waiter over, signing something in common to them before the waiter nods and disappears "I personally run in the food market but its nice to meet a fellow... person. Blast it, forgive me, my vocabulary needs to be better."
"I make candy, mostly." They flex their long, thin, gloved fingers. "Good stuff. We also make drugs for pharmaceutical purposes, and we make them into sweets for people who can't stand pills or injections. Those have to be made-to-order, though."
They pause. "I... am... okay." They look at the lit end of their blunt. "I'm trying to spend more time outside my factory."
"Factory? What do you produce?" He asked, now more interested. He waves a waiter over, signing something in common to them before the waiter nods and disappears "I personally run in the food market but its nice to meet a fellow... person. Blast it, forgive me, my vocabulary needs to be better."
"I make candy, mostly." They flex their long, thin, gloved fingers. "Good stuff. We also make drugs for pharmaceutical purposes, and we make them into sweets for people who can't stand pills or injections. Those have to be made-to-order, though."
"Interesting, the pharma corner. I've seen what drugs can do to their pockets, nothing like a man who has control over things while the rest suffer for their profit. Nothing against you of course." He said, his black teeth glinting "But drugs turned into candy? Do you have a plan for in case children get into something like that?"
"No... I'm fine." They sit down across from the man. "How have you been?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Do I know you?" He asked, narrowing his good eye, the other one stays still, like the skin is paralyzed there.
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"No, I don't believe so." He lights up a cigarette. It doesn't smell like tobacco. "I misspoke. I meant to say, 'how are you today?'"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, I am.. well." He seems to pause on the word, as if searching for the right one "What about you?"
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They pause. "I... am... okay." They look at the lit end of their blunt. "I'm trying to spend more time outside my factory."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Factory? What do you produce?" He asked, now more interested. He waves a waiter over, signing something in common to them before the waiter nods and disappears "I personally run in the food market but its nice to meet a fellow... person. Blast it, forgive me, my vocabulary needs to be better."
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"I make candy, mostly." They flex their long, thin, gloved fingers. "Good stuff. We also make drugs for pharmaceutical purposes, and we make them into sweets for people who can't stand pills or injections. Those have to be made-to-order, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Interesting, the pharma corner. I've seen what drugs can do to their pockets, nothing like a man who has control over things while the rest suffer for their profit. Nothing against you of course." He said, his black teeth glinting "But drugs turned into candy? Do you have a plan for in case children get into something like that?"
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