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Backdated to the 15th because I kind of forgot about the part where I had to post this. Yes.
Monet swore at the display of shoes. Fifteen shops and she'd managed to find two pairs (Two!) that would work as late summer/early autumn ones, when all the shops had were the winter collections. It was enough to make her want to cut her feet off, just to spite the lovely fuckers selling Manolos. She turned to the sales assistant. "Look, are you sure you don't have anything else in the back room?"
"Uh. I dunno..."
Oh, for fuck's sake. What was it with the terminally stupid working in shoe shops? She reached over and grabbed her handbag. "I'm out of here. You should maybe learn a few things about good customer service. I'd come back and give you a test on them if it weren't for the fact that I'm leaving the country in three days!"
Monet stalked down the street, muttering to herself. Didn't the stupid incompetent fuckers understand that she was leaving the country in three days? And that the lack of shoes was becoming a problem on the scale of an international incident? She shouldered past a vaguely-familiar looking scruffy man. "Out of the way, you moron. I'm running late for the Panthers' fundraising dinner."
"Wouldn't want to miss that." he said as Monet brushed him aside. She never felt the fingers touch lightly against the back of her hand as she went past.
Marius brushed the hair from his eyes as he watched her disappear into the crowd. He'd been keeping an eye on her the best he could once she'd been noted returning to Australia. Fortunately, his little sister was not the most subtle of creatures, and a couple of days hanging around outside the most expensive shops in Sydney had her turn up as expected.
The trouble was that it should have been working faster than that. Marius rarely had time for self-reflection, nor would he have taken stock in it. But his powers should have had the girl already in his control, instead of getting ignored on the street. He needed to figure out a new plan for this to work.
Monet swore at the display of shoes. Fifteen shops and she'd managed to find two pairs (Two!) that would work as late summer/early autumn ones, when all the shops had were the winter collections. It was enough to make her want to cut her feet off, just to spite the lovely fuckers selling Manolos. She turned to the sales assistant. "Look, are you sure you don't have anything else in the back room?"
"Uh. I dunno..."
Oh, for fuck's sake. What was it with the terminally stupid working in shoe shops? She reached over and grabbed her handbag. "I'm out of here. You should maybe learn a few things about good customer service. I'd come back and give you a test on them if it weren't for the fact that I'm leaving the country in three days!"
Monet stalked down the street, muttering to herself. Didn't the stupid incompetent fuckers understand that she was leaving the country in three days? And that the lack of shoes was becoming a problem on the scale of an international incident? She shouldered past a vaguely-familiar looking scruffy man. "Out of the way, you moron. I'm running late for the Panthers' fundraising dinner."
"Wouldn't want to miss that." he said as Monet brushed him aside. She never felt the fingers touch lightly against the back of her hand as she went past.
Marius brushed the hair from his eyes as he watched her disappear into the crowd. He'd been keeping an eye on her the best he could once she'd been noted returning to Australia. Fortunately, his little sister was not the most subtle of creatures, and a couple of days hanging around outside the most expensive shops in Sydney had her turn up as expected.
The trouble was that it should have been working faster than that. Marius rarely had time for self-reflection, nor would he have taken stock in it. But his powers should have had the girl already in his control, instead of getting ignored on the street. He needed to figure out a new plan for this to work.