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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[gotbottle]

Rachel's really never gotten the hang of the bazaar. Well, no--she's gotten the searching down pretty well, and she's all right with the haggling, but navigating the crowds? Not her strongest suit.

Once again she's rather ungracefully backed away from a stall only to feel her back connecting with another body. "Sorry!" she says, giving another shopper a chance to pass by so she's got room to turn around. She intends to explain and apologize some more, so she looks up.

...And up, and up. Gosh.

"That was totally my fault. I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"

...Okay, right, so a woman her size backing into a dude his size is probably about as likely to cause damage as a nerf ball being flung at a car, but it's the principle of the thing. She's polite.

[paintfromlife.livejournal.com]

Pickman is still new as a suckling babe to Baedal at this point, and as he wanders the marketplace, he bears the expression of a man not just not upset by the whole situation, but actively loving every minute of it. It isn't the Dreamlands, no -- but that just makes it more exciting.

His camera didn't come with him, and he doesn't have funds enough to obtain anything of the sort here. (And, honestly, probably won't for a very long time.) That hurts. But his freshest sketchbook did come along, and that will have to do. He's taken up a perch on a jut of wall a modest distance from a food vendor (that is to say, far enough away that his smell doesn't drive any buyers away), and is scribbling so hard that you might wonder whether it's graphite or smoke coming off of the paper.

The broad splash of red that Hellboy presents inevitably draws his eye, and he lets out a chirp of delight, pushing himself up onto the balls of his feet (never mind how his feet protest, this is worth it) to try and get a better look at him.