Who: Marius, Puddles (NPC) and Kai
Where: Wonderland
When: Later afternoon
Working was just that tedious thing that Marius did for one reason and one reason only... wait, what was the reason again? Oh, because he owned the place now. And if he didn't come in every now and again then people might think that he was dead and start looking for him or something equally ridiculous. This was why he hadn't ever put down his roots before. It was like inviting people in to make trouble or keep tabs or some other terribly mortal thing that didn't apply to him at all. Except currently it did. Until he grew bored of Scarlet Oak - something that wasn't seeming likely with all of the people that had made their appearances, the deaths, the unsettling things - he'd have to put up with it. At least he could be grateful for the fact that he didn't have to worry about where he lived. That house had been paid off before the woman, whose name he wasn't even sure he'd
known unless someone had said it recently, had kicked it. All he had to do was make sure that the bills got paid so that he didn't have to deal with going down to some building and getting it taken care of. He wasn't even sure where that building
was.
'I don't like your store.'Irritation. "You say that every time we're here," Marius remarked in a bored tone of voice, far more interested in the magazine he'd picked up on his way in. Fashion wasn't something he tended to care much about past which hats might be new, but a vampire photoshoot? This he simply
had to see and he hadn't been disappointed as he flipped through it. Looked like he was going to need to pick up magazines a bit more often if they had so many pretty girls in them. He could
feel the duck staring at him from where she had settled on top of a DVD case. "Fine, I'll fill that little pool up." Puddles gave a honk, flapping her wings before gliding down to land on the counter. "You are getting feathers
everywhere." Someone was going to need to clean that up. Someone who was not him. He had
employees for a reason. Picking the duck up he turned to find where he had stuck the small plastic, pink kiddie pool he'd picked up at the dollar store once he'd accepted Puddles' presence as something that wasn't changing. She was quieter when she had water to play in and he never minded it.