12-06-2009, 10:55 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/snake.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:130px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> She smiled gently at his assurance, seemingly embarrassed, before Snake made his way out of the store. She remained in there for a little while longer, though, murmuring something about having something else to find. Snake didn’t intrude into whatever else she was on the lookout for—it didn’t concern him. He simply went into the streets and waited, looking about and scanning for any malevolent wolves that decided to crash the mission. Fortunately for them, they had decided to stay within their packs today. It took a little while, but the girl eventually rushed out of the store as if something was chasing her. Snake gave her a wary eye, but nothing seemed to be overtly wrong—on the surface at least. Never one to pry, the impassive coyote merely gave her a nod and continued along the way, saying, “Don’t apologize; we’re here so you can get whatever you need to get.” He pointedly didn’t ask what that was. He didn’t want people going into his business, so he did the same for everyone else he met. They were continuing on the way back, as Snake thought they’d gotten everything they needed, but he soon found Vieira lagging behind a little. Her golden eyes were riveted on the façade of a store, very colorful. He could read “Toys” somewhere in the title, so it was obviously a toy store. He felt a little strange, seeing this captivation in the older woman and having none of the same in himself (and he was far closer to being a kid, age-wise), but couldn’t let it slide. “Let’s go in,” he said, as if he were interested (and so she couldn’t refuse). He then went inside, as there was no door—it had been torn down long ago. It had been hit hard by other lycanthrope raiders, probably looking for things for themselves or for their kids. There were empty shelves and bins and baskets everywhere, but there were still many other toys. Snake left Vieira to look for himself, disappearing into the isles. There he found a canister of little, rectangular objects of many colors and indentations that proved they could be used to build with. An idea appearing to him, he put them in the box with the blankets, covering it with one. He continued along until something else caught its eye. The fur of the plush animal was in good shape, and its red nose and the bonhomie on its face made Snake intrigued. As he had with the building blocks, he put it under the blankets. Neither were for him. He went back to the front of the store, looking around for Vieira. “Vieira? You ready to go, or need some more time to look around?” he called, as she wasn’t in sight. “No rush,” he called again after a moment’s hesitation—knowing her, she’d probably see his words as a command to get going. He looked around again but found nothing else of use. This place was pretty empty from the start, but he felt as if he had been successful in scavenging. |
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