[Closed] An old man and an eldritch abomination walk into a liquor store

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

WHO: Hank + Ithaqua (and Sumo!)
WHEN: late February
WHERE: the liquor store
WHAT: Hank and Sumo meet an eldritch abomination...
NOTES\WARNINGS: TBD, but probably mentions of alcoholism at a minimum.

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Thank fuck for the liquor store. Hank still has no idea how the stock for all these stores works, exactly, but he’ll indulge.

Especially now, with the whole... Solmara thing. Who knows? Maybe this’ll be the last stock of booze Hank will ever get to browse. Not that he doesn’t believe in Connor to make the right decision with the whole “mission” thing, but that’s out of his hands.

Sumo, a one-hundred-and-seventy pound St. Bernard, is lurking the aisles, too. Barely managing to squeeze through some, in truth. Wagging tail getting dangerously close to knocking a bottle off a shelf, and —

There it goes: crashing to the floor. Hank herds his dog away from the broken glass, peering down at the mess.

“Of course you had to go and break the whiskey, huh?”

Sumo borfs!

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[leewards]

These slippery, shiny floors are a nightmare to tread on while on stilts, thus Ithaqua has opted to stay off of them more than on nowadays. Though perhaps today was a bad day for that, when he hears a crash-- and in this place, that can only mean one thing. Something made of glass has just broken, and now its contents are all over the floor, making it even more dangerous to tread. That's annoying, because he now has to be careful of where he puts his feet, he's quite sure his boots are not made to handle broken glass. Snow? Of course. But certainly not glass.

He grumbles in annoyance because he hears more noise, and pokes his head from behind an aisle to see what's causing the ruckus... Only to spot a giant, fluffy thing. A dog? It's cute??

(Who cares about that old man.)

Actually, Ithaqua does spare the old man a glance, head turning to look at him before he turns back to the dog, and skitters around the puddle and shards of glass to approach it. And then he crouches down.

"Best you don't go near that, it's dangerous for you."

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Hank raises a brow at the sight of this stranger, although he doesn’t remark on his appearance. There are a lot of weird people here on Etraya, most of them not so bad — although he’s still wary. He’s gotta be. But this guy is being nice to Hank’s dog, at least. Brownie points!

Sumo’s tail wags harder as he sniffs at this new character. Not at all deterred by his appearance or anything else, apparently. Intrigued, perhaps, as he greets him with a soft “borf” before promptly drooling.

“I’ll get a — broom,” Hank mutters. “Something.”

There’s probably one of those around, right? Seeing as how there’s so much damn glass here. And knowing the weirdos on Etraya, well — that’s just a disaster waiting to happen.

Hank steps around the glass, finding a dustpan and brush at the back of the store. Returning to the aisle, he kneels: sweeping up the broken bits.

Getting the vibe that this guy would rather pretend Hank doesn’t exist — understandable, in truth — he offers: “Dog’s name is Sumo.”

[leewards]

Aw, drooling... On any other animal, it would be either disgusting or a sign of hunger, but on a dog with such a sweet face, it's just... cute.

While petting is the standard thing one would do with a dog, Ithaqua doesn't do that immediately, because he'd rather greet the dog properly, staying still in case he's going to be sniffed. The most he does is raise his hand for easier sniffing, really.

"Mine is Ithaqua. Dear, dear Sumo, what are you doing in a place like this? It's too cramped for you." A bit of a dig at the man who is clearly the dog's owner, too.