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"You're not," said Aleksy. No, the weird apparitions around her were upsetting. He smiled again, hoping that would set her at ease. "If you'd like to bring your excess by my shop sometime, we can work something out," he said. "In the meantime, I... am sensitive to those who have been to the otherworld. That is the reason for my discomfort. Not you."

Kally was adorable. One day Cid would convince her to pull off a cosplay but that was for a date in the future. After all, she did put up with Cid as a boss and that was a feat that only one other person had managed for a long period of times.

Except that Kally had mostly been hired one day when he had snuck up, loomed behind her, and decreed YOU NOW HAVE A JOB HERE NOW. As many times as she had read the comics in the beanbag area, she might as well because she had picked up a lot of knowledge.

He was adjusting the flower crown, making sure it was properly settled on his head, and grinned widely when Kally complimented it. "From the florist. Aleksy Spektor." A hand waved down the way. "Traded him that knife hat I had hidden in the back for it." Then Cid was giving Kally a very serious once over. "Hmm, hmmm ..."

"I love your jacket," a young girl said to Asiya as she meandered about the different shops. The artist blinked, glanced down at her floral suit jacket, and smiled. It was nice to receive a compliment from a stranger, especially a young girl. It was clear that she had her own unique eye for fashion, and that was refreshing. "Awww, thanks," Asiya said in reply, only to find that the young girl handed her something. She had a few extra tickets, it seemed, and she was more than happy to share. Asiya accepted them with a smile, and was glad to have received such a gift. It was a kind gesture.
"Thank you so much."

After that, Asiya parted ways with the pre-teen, and found her eyes being drawn toward the shoes as well. Chris was eyeing them up, and she had an eye for footwear as well. There were so many different styles, colors, and patterns. It could be a bit overwhelming, but she loved looking at them, regardless. "See any that catch your eye," she asked to Chris, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Asiya, herself, had her eyes set on a pair of Michael Kors shoes that seemed to call to her.

So classy.

So expensive.

Gorgeous to look at.

Cid had a keen eye but also he trusted Kally otherwise he would not have left her handle the money. "More lemon slices than usual," he replied, eyes cutting to Aleksy and then back to Kally. "You'd think with all those flowers he'd be more smiles or, you know, make life eat those lemons ..."

He raised an eyebrow at the comment about the boots matching and then shook his head with a laugh. "That is not the case, Kally." Instead he was plucking the daisy flowercrown off of his head and placing it on her head. "More like this looks far better on your head than Erwin Smith."

The most serious expression was on his face, blues glinting. "It is now decreed that Erwin Smith does not wear flower crowns. At least not when he can give them to others." There may have also been a slight finger wag at the sorry.

Cid immediately looked the way Kally did when she dropped down, his gaze focusing on Detective Mercer and ...

Well s**t.

That was Professor Mixlin. His grin just got wider, a mental note for the shipping wall made. He saw that way they were leaning close to each other. He so saw that. Still it looked like the old dudes hadn't cast their gazes this way.

"It'll be fine," Cid replied, "you're with me and working. The detective's s**t out of luck on that one." A thumb was jerked over towards Nasir who was sitting and apparently now tossing a small bag of baked goodies towards Kally. "Also that one is probably going to waylay any immediate cranky cop behavior." He would much rather Kally not deal with any trouble regardless. "Go ahead and stay down but I've got your back if he tries s**t."

Zero ******** about lying and covering for her. Besides Cid had been making Mercer's eye twitch since before Wil had showed up. Then again that usually required both Wendy and Tom to be around.

Lucas tilted his head with a smile to Nasir, pale gaze flickering to the blond as they were introduced. A single brow lofted at the told you about the other day comment, the corner of his mouth hiking a little higher. "Good, you ought to share your good deeds with others," he said in a half-teasing manner, a slight grin forming.

He didn't miss what was going on near by, sparing a glance -- another familiar face! was he surprised they all knew each other? not at all -- picking out Cid, one other and one that was hiding. Lucas glanced over his shoulder out of habit and spotting two dashing older gents in suits that looked like they were born for this event, owning the street but perhaps not something to hide from (unless they were into that), but that wasn't his business.

Attention returning fully to the two before him, he extended his prosthetic hand and shook Wil's, lop-sided smile intact. "Nice to meet you, Wil." They looked two peas in a pod. "What, the event? Egh. It's uh -- it's work. I'm not feeling it personally, but," he shrugged, made a soft 'tsk' sound out of the corner of his mouth and put his hand back in his pocket, "it is what it is, right? And uh -- how are those fortunes panning out?"

They looked a lot more comfortable than he did. Bully for them.

"Ah..." His eyes pinched at the corners, apology writ on his features. "I don't -- I don't really subscribe to that stuff, but I mean. If you want to, that's cool." Lucas thought about Autumn -- and his expression slowly shifted in a slight wince. He didn't believe a plastic ball mass manufactured could read the future, but would it kill him to have an open mind to make new friends?

Lucas again wore apology in his eyes, nodding. "I mean. Yeah, sure. Hopefully it says 'pass go, collect $200.'"

Lucas laughed softly under his breath. "Not yet, no. I think the last one told me I was pretty and good at keeping secrets. Not much of a fortune as much as a shady read, if you ask me."

Ah. Right. Had to give to get. He wrinkled his nose slightly and scratched his bearded cheek, considering. He really felt silly. "Will our business offices ever be done so I can have a normal life?" Repressing a cringe, he chuckled dryly, as if anticipating the answer to be less than favorable.