[A little noise slipped out when Sully and Lucina matched his pace, albeit one half of the equation seeming to be dragged along. Managing to get everyone in the shop, he'd retreated just a step to find his phone and check the time. For the most part, he kept to himself as the family went from item to item--only chiming in when they felt curious enough to ask what something was.
Though he'd gotten the immediate impression that the shop itself was a miss, he couldn't help but keep quiet and listen to them as he'd checked out a few older oil cans and tools kept in their own little section of the shop. He'd blanched when he realized there were items in there that were newer than some of the things he used in the garage.]
Look here! Trish said I could keep Dante's jukebox if I-- [A record held in hand, Nero found himself clutching it to his chest when he'd turned at a serendipitous time, just as Lucina turned to show off the hat she'd found. The hat was frayed at the edges just enough to let the morning sun slip through almost as much as it framed her in a dazzling display. Frozen in place, his jaw just a little agape, Nero tried to work out the words while she'd cast a spell that worked far too well on him.
He had too much coffee. Also, he was forgetting they were in public and with her parents.] --Hey.
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[A little noise slipped out when Sully and Lucina matched his pace, albeit one half of the equation seeming to be dragged along. Managing to get everyone in the shop, he'd retreated just a step to find his phone and check the time. For the most part, he kept to himself as the family went from item to item--only chiming in when they felt curious enough to ask what something was.
Though he'd gotten the immediate impression that the shop itself was a miss, he couldn't help but keep quiet and listen to them as he'd checked out a few older oil cans and tools kept in their own little section of the shop. He'd blanched when he realized there were items in there that were newer than some of the things he used in the garage.]
Look here! Trish said I could keep Dante's jukebox if I-- [A record held in hand, Nero found himself clutching it to his chest when he'd turned at a serendipitous time, just as Lucina turned to show off the hat she'd found. The hat was frayed at the edges just enough to let the morning sun slip through almost as much as it framed her in a dazzling display. Frozen in place, his jaw just a little agape, Nero tried to work out the words while she'd cast a spell that worked far too well on him.
He had too much coffee. Also, he was forgetting they were in public and with her parents.] --Hey.