( ooc: we chatted about this on plurk but you have my go ahead for listening in! )
[ Bob does his best not to get too discouraged by the fact that most, correction, everyone is passing him by. It hadn't taken him very long to understand that a lot of people here were almost always looking out for themselves and perhaps that extended to their pursuit of grocery shopping. Supplies weren't easy to come by, and who knew if that pack of off-brand Oreos would still be there after helping out the store mascot off the floor?
His inflatable arms - and real arms - fall to the floor for a moments rest when suddenly his saviour comes in the form of Wanda. A sharp Slavic accent might give some people pause but not Bob. It's comfortingly familiar and he allows that feeling to wrap around him and quiet the ever-present, ever gnawing, voice that lurks at the back of his mind. This of course means he completely misses the glare she gives to passersby that jostle him. ]
Huh? ...Shit. [ And the fact that his samples are beyond salvaging. A googly eye jiggles uncomfortably towards the ground before swinging back to Wanda. ] I'm not sure I'm gonna be allowed a break. [ That's his own problem though he sounds somewhat despairing about that. ] Thanks for the hand. I probably would have had to hand out samples from down there.
MISS WANDA
[ Bob does his best not to get too discouraged by the fact that most, correction, everyone is passing him by. It hadn't taken him very long to understand that a lot of people here were almost always looking out for themselves and perhaps that extended to their pursuit of grocery shopping. Supplies weren't easy to come by, and who knew if that pack of off-brand Oreos would still be there after helping out the store mascot off the floor?
His inflatable arms - and real arms - fall to the floor for a moments rest when suddenly his saviour comes in the form of Wanda. A sharp Slavic accent might give some people pause but not Bob. It's comfortingly familiar and he allows that feeling to wrap around him and quiet the ever-present, ever gnawing, voice that lurks at the back of his mind. This of course means he completely misses the glare she gives to passersby that jostle him. ]
Huh? ...Shit. [ And the fact that his samples are beyond salvaging. A googly eye jiggles uncomfortably towards the ground before swinging back to Wanda. ] I'm not sure I'm gonna be allowed a break. [ That's his own problem though he sounds somewhat despairing about that. ] Thanks for the hand. I probably would have had to hand out samples from down there.