"That's... that's not how this works-- I'unno what's even in this thing." Ramona sighs, and pulls the bag over the box, and lowers it, basically absorbing the object. "Guess I won't be gettin' paid for that one... oh shit, this is a bar-" The bluenette glances side to side. Welp, there's not a No Smoking sign. She's just gonna reach into her pocket, grab a smoke, and light it up. "So uh... moth monster, huh? That's cool, that's cool-"
"much like yourself ma'am" the moth stuck out his arm for a handshake, the yellow in his eyes gleamed in the candlelight "I'm Ebony"
Ramona looks Ebony up and down in a way that's... way too obvious. She's bobbing her head, making exaggerated eye movements, the whole shebang. Her cigarette is brought to her lips, and the smoke fills her lungs. "I'm Ramona." It takes her a moment, but she does shake his hand.
the moth smiled warmly "you said, if no one signs for the package you won't be paid right? i have no problem paying for a package!"
"Ohhhhhh- Sh**, uh... am I-- Will I get fired for that, 'cuz I feel like I'll get fired for that. But I mean like you can... sure, you can- I doubt Amazon would care." And the bag is lifted up, revealing the box oncemore. "Just uh... ya know, sign all the stuff." Ramona hands the moth her clipboard, smiling back in a... much more forced manner.
the moth signed for the package, before taking out his wallet and offerng a crisp $20 to ramona "do people still tip delivery people?"
The Kemeno kinda just watches, eyeing the human specifically Hungry she thought, but interrupted by Paradise handing her a fish
She snags the money, and... smells it. Like-- She takes a long, hard whiff of the bill, before pocketing it. "Mhm. I mean, they tip me at the very least." Without further ado, Ramona peels the tap off of the box and opens the flaps.
It's one of those cardboard displays where you stick your head into a hole. That hole, in this case, is over the face of a hot girl being held in the arms of a blonde guy in a tank top with sunglasses and a cigar. Who bought this?
It's one of those cardboard displays where you stick your head into a hole. That hole, in this case, is over the face of a hot girl being held in the arms of a blonde guy in a tank top with sunglasses and a cigar. Who bought this?
"Ah, so this is what humans invest their time in. very interesting" the moth seemed genuinely invested in what appeared to ramona as useless items
"Weird ones, I guess..."
he pulled out the pair of sunglasses, he put them on his face, and seemed absolutely shocked about them "Is this some kind of blinding contraption?!"
"No they're-- They're sunglasses. People just wear 'em to look cool..."
"cool? i can barely see in these things" he began laughing, the sort of laugh a socially awkward person has
The Kemeno casually tries to drag salty in by the hand but is unable to poison her "huh-" Salty mutters as she gently pulls away
ᴋᴀᴢᴇʜɪᴋɪ ɪꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ-ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.
Cue Nolegs just randomly crashing through the ceiling! What the actual sam hell was going o- Wait, i see a bigger shadow above Nolegs-
Cue Matt just flopping onto Ebony and Nolegs. "ACK- i think my sword just impaled my leg-" ;-;"
"No- The squad got wiped out by a cosmic monoli-"
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