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[i]Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)[/i]
interacting [@FallenReaper]'s Lily & [@13org]'s Corinna & [@Tuujaimaa]'s NAbriales[/center][hr]

Damian's body tightened ever so slightly as the red haired woman talked about meeting a 'certain Fox', having a good idea of who this Fox might be, though he did his best to not let the recognition show on his face.  Instead he'd give an understanding nod before giving her a small wave of good-bye as he started to turn towards the shop, hesitating slightly as he thought a bit on what she said.

[color=thistle]"Oh, um, Mr. Nabriales may not take cash for his more. . . personalized products, but when it comes to the more run-of-the-mill items, those can be bought with regular currency. Actually, part of my job is handling such transactions while Mr. Nabriales does. . . whatever he ends up doing on that particular day. But if you have somewhere you have to go then I won't stop you. I hope you have a very nice day."[/color] After about a month working for the man, Damian could firmly assume that he was anything but a creature of habit, and that what he was doing at any point in the day was near impossible for anyone to really guess but himself, and even that seemed iffy. The man seemed to be driven purely by his whims and whatever interested him at any given moment, making it a bit difficult for the young Licentia to read him. Turning towards the other woman who he had promised a tour, he couldn't help but notice the slight emphasis she placed on the word 'pleasure', and how it sent a few unpleasant shivers down his spine. However, he pushed the feeling aside as he reached out to meet her outstretched hand with one of his own, giving her a warm smile as he did so, but noting that her hands felt a bit strange underneath the pure white gloves that she wore.

[color=Thistle]"No problem at all, really. My name is Damian, and it is indeed a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Ms. Corinna. As for the kind of items that are in stock, well, it depends. Mr. Nabriales specializes in matters of alchemy, specifically that of creating potions and tinctures of a various sorts, and everything else we have here branches off from that central practice. To be more specific, I guess it could be said we have a little bit of everything? Or, at the very least, the means to make it."[/color] At this moment, Damian realized he was still holding Corinna's hand, having gotten to caught up in his thoughts to remember to do so, but as soon as his eyes landed upon the entwined appendages, he was quick to release his grip, the color that had been leaving his cheeks slowly as he time passed since his initial embarrassment now creeping their way back onto his face. [color=Thistle]"A-Anyway, lets make our way inside for the tour, shall we? I'm sure if you have any further questions, Mr. Nabriales would be glad to assist you. . . well, mostly sure."[/color]

On that somewhat hesitant note, Damian would open the door, though instead of entering he'd hold it open for the raven haired woman, the manners his mother had spent decades beating into his head along with every thing else taking hold of him immediately. Once she was inside, Damian would follow close behind, sparing a final parting wave towards Lily before disappearing behind the door. Once inside, Damian set about searching for his horned employer, motioning for Corinna to follow him. 

[color=Thistle]"Mr. Nabriales? We have a customer that may be interested in buying something?"[/color]