melodiesoflife | (no subject)

Characters: Dylas & Ed Grayson
Where: Ed's alchemy shop
When: Afternoon of 06/14
Summary: An attempt at socializing
Warnings: Snarky comments errywhere

[Ed has been sequestering himself away in his shop, working around the clock on his concoctions, crystal upgrades, and getting the place livable for himself. This sort of workaholic attitude was normal for him, but he'd thrown himself into studying even more than normal these last few weeks, avoiding people unless the were shop customers. After the incident in the maze, and it was clear all his dirty laundry could be aired out to anyone here at any time, maybe getting chummy with these people was a bad idea. Back to his usual routine of being the spellcaster hermit. Customers were just that, not friends. The Hero label didn't really hold any meaning to Ed.

Speaking of customers, in comes one very tall one who almost doesn't fit inside the small shop very well. Dylas might catch the far-away look in the shopkeeper's eyes as he looked over a book from behind the counter, until he notices someone entering. The book is snapped closed, and an inviting smile is slapped onto Ed's face. He gestures towards the shelves that are lined with all manner of bottles, containing potions, salves, powders and a dozen other alchemical mixtures, both from Crystallis and his home world.

He's surprised that Dylas hasn't just turned around and left, considering how their first meeting went, but any customer is as good as the next.]

Welcome. Feel free to look around.

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[He never wakes up...the potion killed him...

Except not. He does wake up, though it's in the middle of the night. A good eight hours of sleep only takes him until about 3AM...which is good, he can't completely reverse his sleeping schedule. He's a vampire, being awake at night is easier for him, but instead he'd conked out right after waking up and heading over to Ed's shop in the evening.

How annoying.

As if to spite Ed, Dylas never quite falls off the couch because he manages to jam one of his hooved feet into the space between some cushion, so instead he sleeps half-on and half-off. Ed is welcome to have tried moving him, of course.

Now that he is awake (and thanks to his job, he wakes up without making a sound), his first goal is to scan the room and see if he's alone or if Ed stayed with him. Pulling his foot free or just standing up, he's going to feel awkward—this whole thing is a mess, and if Ed is asleep, he's going to have to sneak out somehow.]

[Ed is indeed there, curled up on the floor on the other side of the room, with nothing but a pillow. But he's slept in much worse conditions before, so he looks fine and peaceful there.

There's two ways to get out: down through the shop, but that would mean leaving the shop without the deadbolt lock. The keys don't seem to be sitting out anywhere. The other is one of the windows in the apartment. It's only one floor up, so the jump shouldn't be too bad, right?

There is also a door out of the lab attached to the shop downstairs, but Dylas hasn't been back there yet. It'll be locked like crazy.]

[This is so awkward.

Dylas is definitely going to take the window. Thanks to his job, at least he's going to be completely quiet about leaving. That still doesn't feel right, though, so he has to think fast.

He sets some gil down on the couch, right on the pillow if there is one. There. That should be a universal sign of "thank you for letting me stay," right?

And then he's out.

How did this get so weird, he'll never know, but at least he feels well-rested and thankful.]