capriciousdrop (capriciousdrop) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-17 05:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucas king, ongoing |
Now, you look here
1/17 7PM
Peisinoê ✦ Luke
Wondergazelle~ Here to save the daaayyyy PG-13 Ongoing |
Look. So. In her defense, Peisinoê wasn't a nutritionist. She had taken a few classes, mostly to learn about how human diets and requirements varied from Mermaid ones (they had more difficulty processing Toxins, which, in retrospect, that made sense?) it also taught her that pork was disgusting. Even now she hardly ate meat unless she was quite hungry, not being quite as stubborn in this as Parthenope for once. University taught her to not be quite as picky with food. But anyway. She's not a nutrisionist. Which is definitely her justification for the fact that her dinner today was just going to be hummus, pita bread and a bag of grapes. Hopefully she could get home and sneak in her lab before Parthenope caught her and tried to make her eat something that required dishes and cooking, or worse, leaving her lab. She moved forward in the line of the little family owned grocery store, humming the last song that had been playing in the clinic when something else caught her attention. One of the cashiers an aisle over was huffing and yelling, "Sir! Sir, stop swiping your card, we don't take Discover! Sir!" What in the world! That was no way to speak to a customer, or just another person, truthfully. Peisinoê found herself balking at the tone that she was using, a manner of speech that she wouldn't even use when working with a belligerent sick drunk. Why she had half a mind - You know what, in fact, she was going to! (Mental note: Don't tell Parthenope this was her second time she was channeling their mother this month) "Excuse me? Your tone is just - excuse me," Her work flats squeated on the tile as she squeezed between carts to get to the ideal lecturing spot, "Oh!" The man she was yelling at was staring at the card machine with a puzzled look on his face, and she noticed a familiar device behind his left ear. Well, that explained things. Peisinoê reached out to gently touch his arm, dropping her grapes she had definitely not been munching on back in her hand basket so she could speak to him properly, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you," The woman started to yell again and Peisinoê held her hand out to stop her, definitely channeling her mother with that, "This blowhard says they do not take Discover, I can get your groceries?" |