The bell jingled as the door opened, quietly shutting just a moment after. Reaching a hand into his pocket…this gestured was mainly for show, as the piece of round, blue hard candy produced had just been conjured out of the air. Mouth curling into a knowing smile as he held the piece up in front of his face, turning it to catch the slightest glint of light off of it, the way he regarded it with those dark grey eyes of his…as if it were a precious diamond. No one just kept their sweet bare in their pocket; the loose bits of lint would ruin it some, playing up the illusion that he did was almost enough to turn his stomach. Popping the bit of hard candy in his mouth and almost letting out a pleasured groan at to the flavour, he stopped himself short when he noticed a rotund woman trying to get his momentarily scattered attentions.

The round, chipmunk cheeked woman he recognised as a customer, she gestured down at hi—ah.  Laughing easily as his gaze went down, it seems he stepped out with his usual apron was still on over his dress casual. Bringing it back up, his warm grey gaze went to the woman as he reached behind him to untie the apron, “Thank you, am I ever grateful you pointed this out…” Devilishly charming smile, and a bit of a haughty wink, the man pulled the apron off, lightly mussing his dark hair in the process. To say the least, this was one interesting way to leave his shift.

Apron on his arm, a long finger hand was reached out to lightly pat the woman on the shoulder, as if she was an old friend. Rolling the round piece of candy over his tongue, the sweetness dancing along in his mouth more lavishly than any hot blooded woman on a stripper pole, his lips parted for him to ask in a smooth tone of voice, “Yes, I remember this charming face of yours, now. You were the one who bought the box of cupcakes, a dozen all vegan for a good friend? Did your friend enjoy them, thoroughly? You told me she was quite the avid fan of…”

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Apron on his arm, free hand in his pocket, the man stopped before a few stalls. A small map had been given out at the front, from a quick glance one stall representing a baking club stood at the very end, but…he was in no rush to join even that. After all, there was class, and actually job to attend to. Then again, skipping out of the opportunity to share sweets…perish the thought!

The odd sport here, a billiards club there, something involving mathematics…that would be helpful to some humans, surely. Catching sight first of the stall’s representative, half-lidded eyes going along her form, there was almost appraising look from Aram. As if, this dark haired man were undressing the red haired young woman with his eyes, though the motion had been out of habit rather than out of lust. Then, his eyes flicked over to do similar to the youth with the skinny physique, tilting his head slightly. Maybe in the past, maybe. Eyes wandering one last time to the—ah…

[i]"So, uh, what is this club actually about?"[/i]

Bringing his attention to the handouts as the younger man asked about the club’s activities, Aram pursed his lips and lightly sucked in a breath when he read the ensorcelled message upon each sheet. One in every town, it seemed. Giving them each their own charming smile, he removed his hand from his pocket and reached for the stack, carefully picking up two info sheets.

[i]"The Night Garden participates in all sorts of events." …  "We meet up at the Quills & Quivers most nights. We have study nights, movie nights, go to concerts, and even try to make a trip somewhere at least once a year--paid for in full by the club, of course."[/i]

Eyes moving along the page, his gaze lifted again to rest on the skinny man, “Google it?” The tone was of friendly teasing, before his eyes went over to the red haired young woman again. Aram popped a piece of hard candy into his mouth, “This club is quite extravagant, and the people running it, well…more so. Such a gorgeous red, like the ruby skin of a ripened sweet cherry, so rare.”

Smiling, not quiet caring enough at his own words, he turned the paper absently as if looking for more information, “Pardon me, but may I ask?What was the attendance like last year? If I recall correctly, the Night Garden is…notoriously particular about letting in new members. What has changed?”