Getta Clue Too

[Circe]

Circe checked her phone as she waited outside Getta Clue for Donovan. She'd picked this clothing store for a simple and straight forward reason: sandals. Circe knew Donovan didn't like footwear but he should have something just in case in her opinion. Besides that, if she could find him some really comfortable sandals to get that made it more likely she could get him into the Summer Suits club. Or at least wear matching ties or something.

She had time today, so the Fairest really should learn to be more patient.

[Donovan Ackerman]

Donovan dressed up and fancy for a day of clothes shopping. That was... he was wearing boots because stores often didn't let you in without them. Other than that his clothes were about the same. Durable yet worn and covered in dirt and grime.

"Howdy," he said on approach with a wave. He glanced around at the shop. "So... there a thrift store 'round here?" he asked with what sounded genuine curiosity.

[Circe]

Circe turned her phone off and pocketed it into her denim vest. She looked over to Donovan with a smile on her face, "Yo Donovan, glad your here." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, "This joint is close enough to thrift for us today," she took in Donovan's outfit. The elf frown while a eyebrow was raised at the sight of the boots. "Uh, oh good news about this place. They got like a shit ton of men's sandals."

She smiled at Donovan as she decided to offer the carrot for shopping here, "I know ya don't looks shoes man. Hopefully we can find something that works for ya and places footwear rules."

[Donovan Ackerman]

The Wizened looked at the store they were standing next to a bit dismissively. If not disapprovingly.

“Looks like an overpriced hipster joint,” he said rather disbelievingly that the place could ever be mistaken for a thrift store or anything like it. The fact that they had a 'ton of men's sandals' only enforced the point.

He turned back to Circe, eyes studying her intensely under hooded brows. Then he glanced around the surrounding street.

“This ain’t some queer eye for straight guy shit?” he asked turning back to her "'Cause I might have a few points of contention if'n it is."

[Circe]

Circe walked over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Donovan's left side and looked at the store. "Eh, probably is hipsters but I'm payin' so no worries on prices for ya, right?" she elbowed him good humorously. She got a confused look on his face when he started talking about queer eye.

"Uuuh. No?" Circe was genuinely confused, "Dude, I ain't tryin' to troll ya just tryin' to help a fellow Summer out with a practical problem. Figured sandals would be a good compromise between barefoot and boots," she pointed down at his feet as she said that last word. The elf then entwined her right arm with Donovan's left as she looked at him with a grin, "But if you are worried about some salesman hitting on ya, we could just enter like this. 'Cause no way would some fashionista wannabe'd think his ass could compete with my bitchy ass."

[Donovan Ackerman]

Donovan grunted at being elbowed and gave a half half-hearted smile.

“So long as it ain’t priced high enough to get me mug should be alright,” he agreed.

“Weren’t worried about being trolled nor getting’ hit on. Though hipsters generally ain’t my type. More, I ain’t exactly keen on ‘makeovers’. I don’t need no fancy clothes. Ain’t like they bein’ sophisticated goin’ to stop them from getting’ dirt on ‘em. Rather have something practical.” And he somehow doubted they had the most practical of clothes. He wasn’t sure about the sandals. When you spontaneously generated dirt and pebbles you sort of gave up on comfortable footwear. Maybe open shoes would work. He was willing to try.

“Though second point of contention would be I ain’t straight.” In case that wasn’t clear. After all, having the smoking hot ethnically ambiguous elf suggest (and put into practice) going in arm and arm elicited little more than a shrug.

[Circe]

Hipsters could get annoying that was true. The elf nodded along, "Right pain in the ass they can be. Ironic considering how many hipsters have a stick far enough up it to breath wood chips."


As for his objections to practicality, Circe couldn't help but shrug at that, "Well Roman soldiers in sandals so there got to be some now that are durable. I have no fucking clue how those'd even be made though," she barked a laugh, "Might be easier just to cut out the soles of a shoe."


Oh, she hadn't realized that about Donovan. Circe quickly untwisted her arm from him, "Oh. Well that explains a bit," the elf shrugged, "Okay, Donovan. No biggie. Don't worry I'm not one of those BL fangirls. Also annoying," she pointed into her mouth while making a fake gag sound, "I prefer ones that're less annoying," and just laughed about it.


"So?" She looked over at Donovan, "Shall we see if we can find something that's comfortable for ya? Hiking sandals? Maybe a jacket while were at it?" she waved with both hands towards the entrance, slightly bowed as she did so, smirking the whole time.

[Donovan Ackerman]

Donovan looked at Circe with a look that would be best described as skeptical.

"Don't look like this is the sorta place that caters to togas and gladiators," he replied with a smirk. Though that probably had more to do with her swift disentanglement from his arm. "Careful, I might think ya think I'm dirty or somethin'." Was it private joke when the punchline only made sense if you could see past the Mask?

Donovan stuck his hands in his pockets as he bowed in return and headed into the shop.

He stopped almost immediately inside the entrance. His looked around (only somewhat disapprovingly) like he was seeking out some rare and hidden herb in the forest. After a few seconds he homed in on the section that seemed to have the most footwear and started forward. There was an odd determination in his step.

He stopped short again when he reached the display and went back to the intense mode of searching out what he wanted.

"So," he said not looking at Circe "You heard from Alex lately?"

[Circe]

Circe snorted in laughter, "Think it? Dude, ya are dirty. I like ya that way," she shook her head as she followed him into the shop. At least she didn't need to guide him to the sandals.


Circe waved off a salesperson that was making a bee line for them, getting a annoyed huff and pony tail flick from the salesperson as they turned away. The Fairest winced at Donovan's choice of topics. "Eh, nope. Last I heard he left my phone a message along with the details of his, uh," she looked around as she searched for the words and the sandal isle. She also left details on the recorded message out. It was quite private, "dispute with the director. I tried to offer, um, aid but I think he opted out of the dispute."


Dispute. Nicer then saying dolled up execution. "I think men's sandals are in that row," Circe points to the appropriate isle. "He, Alex that is, didn't believe he had a chance of winning the dispute." This club speak stuff was annoying. Didn't mean it wasn't true in how one sided such a duel would've been.

[Donovan Ackerman]

"Hmm," Donovan grumbled. So it sounded like Mhairi had finally made a duel challenge. Challenger's choice if Alex was so sure he couldn't win. Not really traditional. Though no less than a Summer king turning tail and running like a Winter. Donovan was slightly conflicted between feeling sorry for the guy and kind of glad they weren't King anymore. As much as monarchs were 'real' in this messed up Freehold.

Donovan followed Circe over to the sandal isle before sinking easily crosslegged down onto the floor. He began untying his boots in the middle of the isle.

"So, just the two of us left on the laser tag team then," he continued, muddy fingers working dirt into the laces as he loosened the knots "'Spose we got to come up with a new team captain."

He pulled off one boot. Pebbles and manure showered out as it came free of his foot. For a few seconds the muck stained the clean floors. Then piece by piece, it evaporated into glamour. The fairy soil burned away by the reality that it wasn't even dream dust here in the real world.

Donovan looked up at the blue skinned elf "That a job you would want?" She did have seniority, knew how to handle a gun, the looks that helped persuade people. While her wasn't exactly highly favored by the season, neither was he. Given the post was all but ceremonial, did that even matter?