greywooddarrian

[greywooddarrian]

Bakeries. Since being summoned from the Chasm approximately 50 years ago and making his way topside, Darrian had found joy and pleasure in partaking in many human activities and traditions. He'd seen, done, learned, and experienced things he hadn't ever thought possible during his time below, and while he missed his family and the comforts he'd come to rely on in the Chasm, there was no denying he was quite enjoying his time away.

Of all the luxuries Darrian had partaken in, there was no denying that bakeries were his favorite of all. Sweets in general had been completely new to him, and upon his first try of the very same, he'd thought nothing could be better than the chocolate bar he'd been purchased from a convenience store. That was, until he found himself entering a local bakery. From that moment on, he found himself addicted, indulging whenever he could. After a long day, there was no doubt that a trip to the local 'spot' was in order the moment his shift at the library ended.

Stepping into the bakery Darrian inhaled deeply, still savoring the sweet smell of all the delectable items the shop had to offer that day. Lost in his own euphoria, the Infernal didn't notice the nearby individual jump at his entrance, though the words from their mouth drew his attention quickly. "That is the question of the day, isn't it?" He replied pleasantly, his mouth already watering as his eyes scanned the day's specials. "You can say that again- I come here as often as possible. Don't think we've run into each other before though." He added, glancing quickly at the speaker. "I'm Darrian. Pleasure." Shifting, Darrian extended his right hand for the other to shake.

Location: Black Magic Bakery

For: Anyone

Virgil sighed into his cup of tea, willing his pounding temples to stop. He wished he could be at home, so he could be drinking a stronger, more medicinal tea. But he was out in the middle of town, not in his home. Unfortunate for him. He adjusted his sunhat so it'd block out the overhead lights, hoping that'd help. It did, sort of.

He peered around at the other people in the shop. It was fairly deserted at this time of day, since most people were at work. Virgil didn't have to work today, which was worthy of a celebration all on its own. But he'd just made quite the substantial deal with someone, which meant he had a lot of extra cash. He thought he'd celebrate by visiting his favorite bakery. He normally didn't linger here since he hated to make the bakery staff treat him like he was something special. But today, the place was deserted, and he knew from experience that it was better to have a customer in than have absolutely nothing to do for hours in a shift. So he let one of the employees talk him into staying. He'd ordered a tea, and was waiting patiently for his scone in one of the chairs.

Someone came through the door. The sudden noise made Virgil flinch ever so slightly, and he rubbed his temple. "What're you in the mood for? I should warn you: everything here is incredible."