michael_elder (michael_elder) wrote in birchcreek, @ 2008-11-15 21:33:00 |
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Shopping
WHO: Michael and anyone else who runs into him
WHAT: Shopping
WHERE: At Payday
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHY: A man's gotta eat
RATING: G
STATUS: Open to anyone
Michael snapped the lock onto his bike and walked into the store, chanting, "Cold cold cold, oh my god, cold," under his breath. The warmth of the store made his cold cheeks tingle and flame. He pushed down the hood of his parka and pulled off gloves and knit hat, stuffing them into his pockets before raking his hands through his hair--he hated hat hair, but knew he'd have to get used to it here--before pulling out a cart and starting down the nearest lane.
The stylized raven tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades tingled, and a moment later, he caught the flash of black wings from the corner of his eye. Önska fluttered down to land on the end of his shopping cart, tipped his head, and made a krrk-krrt sound before clacking his heavy black beak twice.
"It's about time you showed up, you wretched creature," Michael murmured. "I was beginning to think you'd deserted me."
Önska tipped his head to the side, and his black feathers flashed iridescent purple and blue and green. He spread his wings and fluttered to land on Michael's shoulder, clacked his beak, and tugged affectionately at Michael's hair.
Behind him, Michael heard a little voice pipe, "Look, mommy, a bird," followed by a woman's voice, "There's no birds in the store, Carrie."
Michael's mouth curved a little as he began to sort through the apples, picking out the ones he wanted. Only fellow witches and small children could see his familiar. He wasn't sure about weres; Neal had been able to see him, but that might've been simply because they'd been so close. With a sudden rush, he missed Neal fiercely. He should've gone to Canada with him before things got so bad. Too late now; he was stuck here forever, and would just have to make the best of it.