on his Italian leather sofa

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Who: Hellboy and OPEN!
What: Hellboy tries to get some stuff for his apartment, and maybe meets up with some people along the way.
Where: Furniture shops in the Aspic bazaar.
When: Coardi, 15 Shadri
Notes: Please note that this post is heavily backdated, because I meant to do it a long time ago but have been busy until recently.
Warnings: Not very likely.

Hellboy hadn't been living in his apartment for very long when the first creature invasion happened, and thus he hadn't had much time to make the place much of a home yet. He'd gone out for a week of mostly non-stop on-the-go monster-killing, and in the time he'd been away, crawlers had made their way up through his unsealed pipes and set about making a mess of his place. Luckily, he'd happened to close his bedroom door on his way out, so his bed was safe upon his return, but the one chair he'd gotten for his living room was a total loss.

It had taken a few days more to deal with the immediate aftermath -- clearing out the crawlers, cleaning up the mess, being interrogated by the Militia, taking part in a Hellsing celebratory barbecue -- but he'd finally managed to free up the time to do some shopping. He'd heard that the Aspic bazaar had a pretty wide variety of shops, so that's where he's wandering around, looking to see what catches his eye and enjoying the diversity of the populace milling about around him. At times, it almost feels like being a seven foot tall red-skinned demon man might be comparatively normal.

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[hehaseatenthepancake]

"That's right, Richard," he replies, quietly pleased to see that Pickman can see where he's going. "I'm sure that a clever and resourceful ghoul has already found and made such arrangements, so neither the Sheriff, nor the Militia, nor guys like me need to be called. A ghoul could live a very long time without trouble, that way."

Now that they've established this, Hellboy is going to outright pretend that this is the case, for the time being. He takes a deep, cleansing breath, and his mood lightens considerably as he stands up and puts his sword back on his back. "I'll consider it."

The shopkeeper, briefly relieved by not having a fight break out in his store, is then just as quickly dismayed. "...'Consider?'"

"'Consider.'" Now that he isn't keeping a raging temper in check, he can manage a bit of a scowl without it threatening imminent mayhem. "I still have some other shops to look at today, and don't think I haven't forgotten your earlier stunt. I'll let you know what my decision is, when I make it."

[paintfromlife.livejournal.com]

He'd already been leaning toward that approach to the issue, due to what he'd already gathered about the place, and -to be perfectly honest - the sheer novelty of the option. The only thing that had had him considering otherwise was the idea of the cost - once you get used to never paying for your meals, it's hard to go back. But not being hunted down by the gentleman in front of him seems well worth the monetary expense.

He flashes a nervous, close-mouthed smile, and nods. Yessir.

And then Hellboy looks to be about to leave, and it would be a great time to slip away, without too much fuss...

"You needin' any help with the rest it?"

...or not.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

The shopkeeper makes one last rally to salvage his dignity. "Well, sir, I can't guarantee that the merchandise will still be here if you come back later."

Hellboy snorts in reply. "That big brown thing? I'll take my chances." He looks back over at Pickman. "I think I'll be fine, Richard. But thank you," he says, with apparent sincerity. "By the way, if a ghoul happened to be having trouble making legal arrangements, Hellsing has people whose job is helping with that sort of thing. The Guild Hall's in the CiD map."

Having done what he considers to be his good deed for the day, he walks out, readying a cigarette in the process.