#anywhere

The unzipped flap hangs open, and a flicker - something darker than the shadowed contents inside, a gleam of lambent eyes, reflecting the fluorescent overhead lighting. Symon stops, swallowing, and looking at Sylvi. "Y..you didn't need to do that, you know. Now he's gonna p.put you on his b-bad side. And he only HAS a bad side."

Finding himself trailing after them anyways, with wary glances back to make sure that Dirk isn't still lurking behind.

"Hmph. He's little. You're the kid I saw in the cafeteria. You go to our school."

Siv says "Hi. I'm Siv. Welcome aboard" to Symon

"Oh, I've been on his bad side for a while. Got him good a little over a year ago, and I think he's still confused about it. Anyway...I'm Sylvi."

"Bigger than me. M-my own damn fault. I wasn't looking." A shoulder lifted to Dagmar. "Yeah? Just started." Seems glum about that. "You can call me Symon." Seeing the comic book store ahead, he does straighten up a little in interest. "It's an awfully blue town. N..no offense."

"Me too." That was almost a grin!

"And I guess it's Dagmar? Or Sam...." She looks at Sylvi.

She nods to Dag. "He should know both. Helps to know what to call you in front of others. Me, I'm just Sylvi, both places. Well, if you want to get technical, 'Sylvia' on the paperwork." She rolls her eyes.

"When did you get here, Symon?"

The owner of this place waves, Mr. Croix is a tall man with a nordic look to him, which makes sense, as he is a troll Kinian. His blood isn't as strong as say Sally Mae , but he's certainly not banal. Currently he's not enchanted. meaning he's not sure why these kids are special.

"Heh..Sylvia." Siv smiles, 'At least yours has more than one syllable. I think my parents just wanted something they could yell quick and loud." Humor

A huff. "Oh, full names are dumb. Hey, Symon, what's in the bag?"

Sylvi chuckles. "Sounds like the Chieftain."

Sylvi waves to Mr. Croix.

"Nothing good I think" Flopsy says cautiously sniffing the air

"Hey, Sylvi," Mr. Croix says "New Wonder woman trade is in if you like, well, not 'new' , the Perez years."

"Couple weeks ago. Didn't think it would matter much." Glum. "Used to just be able to spend time on my own. Now it's all, "Gotta go out, get f-fresh air. Make f-f-friends." A scowl, and then a cautious look to Sa- Dagmar. "Noth-" He starts, only to have a shadowy figure flick out of said bag, once they've crossedinto the doorway into the more hospitable comic shop. Meeeeeee. It says, in a quiet, discordant sort of yowling voice.

A smile to the kinain. "Cool, I definitely want to look at that." But she's distracted by the discussion of the bag.

...and then the thing popping out of the bag.

"c..cat" Flopsy says ears shooting straight up!

Her head tilts, watching the backpack with interest. "Hunh. Cool."

A hesitation, then she quickly picks up Flopsy, holding him in what must be a strange arm-position from the kinain's viewpoint.

Siv says "What's wrong with a wee bit of Fresh air?"

Flopsy does not object.

A shadowy- vaguely feline shaped creature that slinks up to settle around Symon's neck. "This is L..l...Lovecraft. I mean, not REAL name, but what I call her."

"I bet Dirk would e-e-eat her, or something." He rests a thin hand on the creature, casting a glance back behind them once more.

"She's pretty. Making friends sucks when it's an obligation. You could lie and use us, you wanted."

A grin and a nod. "Cool. But...she's okay with other chimera?" she mutters.

Lovecraft's eyes stare out of the shadow of her face, then move towards flopsy Ears prick in interest.

"I'd kick his ass. You like comics? Siv, lemmie see if there's any cheap Thors."

Her arm around Flopsy is protective.

"you probably could," Siv says to Dagmar's boast "But be careful," Lowering her voice, " A redcap getting lucky is how Colton lost his arm"

"How would I use you? I j-just wanted to be left alone." But, he can't help but eye her- r maybe, her halberd. (I'm assuming she brought it, even to the mall?) "Yeah, s-she won't hurt anything. Not unless it needed it." Almost a croon to his whisper as he strokes the feline, fingers almost vanishing into the shadowy pelt.

A glance over to Dagmar as she leads Siv over to the Thor section.

"No shit!" Eyes wide at that news.

Oooo there's one Thor Trade with a bent corner and thus it is marked 30% off

a soft purr from Lovecraft.

((YUP. Big shiny polearm!)) "I mean, you can tell your mom you met Sam and Siv and Sylvi, so you have friends. She'll leave you alone."

"Yeah..." Sylvi adds about Colton "...but he doesn't like to talk about it. And Siv...careful with the language." Even though Dag is the one who cursed, which doesn't seem to be the problem.

the purr sounds a bit like the rusty hinge on a coffin being lifted , but still clearly a happy sound

"Yeah, put us on the 'friends' list. We'll be your cover."

"That's why I whispered it" Siv says humphing

((Sorry missed the whisper.))

"Hey Siv, check it." She holds the comic out to the older girl.

"B-but now I owe you. For telling him off." His free hand digs at his pockets. "L-let me buy that for you? F-fair's fair..."

"Oh that's a good price" she says.

"Okay, sure." An easy shrug.

"Just saying." Sylvi looks back to the sluagh, and shrugs. "We didn't do it for pay." She goes to take a look at the WonderWoman comic Mr. Croix indicated before.

"I mean, anytime I can tell that jerk to back off, it's a treat on its own."