[goodbye all semblance of professional tone, now there's just dubiousness practically dripping out of the receiver....congrats zoro he doesn't even know where to start with this]
I'm not sure what you're wanting to constitute as "good at shopping"...the process isn't exactly difficult last I checked. But I have no idea what those are supposed so be either. [????] Who is this?
It's already been sounding weird from the start. Do I even want to ask who's making you jump through hoops like this for information?
[though....now that he actually looks at his phone screen, he realizes this call is actually being made through that app instead of the actual phone, which--he hadn't realized before. huh
that almost explains things, really? ...almost.....]
[...well. on one hand. he's still kind of determined to keep all this retrospec stuff as None Of His Business as possible (even if it's kind of forced itself into being his business, rude)
but on the other hand...........]
I guess the worst kind of gift would be the kind you get from two people that have no idea what to do with them...
[Of course this random stranger calling out of the blue about terrible wedding gifts would have one eye and a scar. That's...bizarrely appropriate, since that also about sums up the bizarre-ness of this whole situation. Is he really about to humor a complete stranger by joining in and hate-shopping for a guy he doesn't even know?
...Sure. Why not. It's a slow day, and--looking out the window at a cloud-free gray sky is still jarring, even knowing what's apparently to blame now. Whatever "information" Zoro gets out of this, maybe it'll be a clue? About what's even going on, here...
Either way, there's probably not exactly much to lose here.]
Can't say I stand out nearly as much as that...so I'll just find you first, I suppose. An hour from now, if you're actually serious about this.
[And so he is. An hour passes and there he is, an eyeless, shirtless wonder in the middle of the Towers' main lobby. Literally. In the center. Arms crossed, legs shoulder's width apart and generally a perfect picture of intimidation. Plenty of people give him a wide berth.
Zoro doesn't seem to notice, keeping watch for anyone who looks remotely like that little tiny icon of Aizawa's face.]
[Aizawa is also a man of his word, and after an hour more or less on the dot he's making his way into the Towers' main lobby too. As he'd said himself, he really doesn't stand out terribly much from the crowd, especially compared to Zoro's....everything......going on there. But Aizawa does more or less match the profile icon in Retrospec, in less-tiny form, hair still tied up and everything. Still in teacher's business casual from teaching summer class earlier in the day, too, though it's a bit undermined by the distinctly tired set of his demeanor. "Hasn't had a proper night's sleep in several days"-tired.
Quality first impressions all around, here. Between the flagrant shirtlessness and the crowd of people skirting widely around him, Zoro's hard to miss and Aizawa's drifting over soon enough. Ah, this guy's got a pretty intense aura for someone getting ready to buy some low-effort wedding gifts...]
Zoro, is it? Made any other random calls to random people?
[Aizawa doesn't sound particularly honored or enthused in general, honestly, but mostly he's just kind of always like this, so don't mind that.
Anyway they can be an odd pair in the Towers now, between Aizawa's exhausted teacher-aesthetic self and Zoro's mostly-shirtless half-jacket not-particularly-modest atmosphere. Aizawa grimaces a bit at the question following.]
I have no idea. ...Kitchen utensils are usually pretty uniform and dignified, though. I feel like a lot more things could go wrong with bedding accessories...
[Dinosaurs are absolutely too good for Jim, it's true...
But. Yeah, that sign sure did say second floor, which generally means going up, which Zoro...does not seem to be doing....he starts walking away, but Aizawa remains standing where he is, watching Zoro set off in the complete opposite direction of anything resembling stairs with slightly raised eyebrows.]
You're heading to the exit. I'm not sure if you're aware. [Is this your first time in the Towers or something....Aizawa is just going to be assuming this now, because otherwise that's a pretty terrible sense of direction you've got there and. Surely it couldn't be that bad? They haven't even started yet??
Aizawa's turning and starting towards the escalators himself, anyway, waving lazily at Zoro over his shoulder.]
Come on, we've got an hour time-limit here. Might as well make the most of it.
The sign's misleading. [Uh-huh. But fine. He seems to stay on course following Aizawa. Maybe that's why he asked him here.
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They successfully make it to the escalator where he firmly stays put and doesn't get lost again. Slowly they inch up to the bedding floor where they're greeted with a crowd of white comforters with little variation.
["Misleading", whatever you say man....but yes, whether this was planned or not Aizawa is more or less content with being Zoro's living compass if it means they can get in and out of this wedding shopping business as quickly and efficiently as possible. They manage to reach the bedding floor without further incident, and Aizawa pauses a bit alongisde Zoro to squint slightly at the comforters himself.
Like, there are probably more uncomfortable hells out there? He could sleep away cursed eternity on this depressingly redundant bedding, at least? ........But yeah this is still. Pretty bad.]
Probably? ...Looks like they're made by different companies. Could be some form of competition.
[What an amazing thing capitalism is in this day and age. Aizawa shifts his attention to the sea of bedding materials all around, and decides to strike out towards a random aisle.]
Those are more bland than anything, though. There's plenty of colors worse than white...what do you think we should look for? [What would he not want to find on his bedsheets if he were Jim, hmm...] Stripes? [Yeah those are definitely terrible. ...Wait--] Polka-dots? [There we go, even worse.]
[He's just going to start wading in the sea of comforters, tugging at the white ones just to see if there's anything underneath. There's not. All he's doing is getting dirty looks from the employees for messing up the bedding displays.]
Maybe we could get a white one and dirty it up. Wonder if we can get one with rats in it or something.
[That is definitely not going to be sold here but let him hope.]
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Hey. Who is this? You know anything about weddings?
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tired, but with the automatic sort of professional tone of somebody that answers calls from disgruntled parents a lot:]
This is Shouta Aizawa, how can I-- [...wait] --what?
...No, I don't. I think you've dialed a wrong number.
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How about shopping? You good at that? Need to know what "ramekins" are and stuff.
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[goodbye all semblance of professional tone, now there's just dubiousness practically dripping out of the receiver....congrats zoro he doesn't even know where to start with this]
I'm not sure what you're wanting to constitute as "good at shopping"...the process isn't exactly difficult last I checked. But I have no idea what those are supposed so be either. [????] Who is this?
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[yeah, that's it.]
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Well. It's nice to meet you then, Mr. Zoro.
So correct me if I'm understanding this wrong, but you're...dialing random numbers on purpose to call random people about wedding shopping?
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Call a stranger is one of them. Get an asshole something from his wedding registry was another.
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[though....now that he actually looks at his phone screen, he realizes this call is actually being made through that app instead of the actual phone, which--he hadn't realized before. huh
that almost explains things, really? ...almost.....]
...Is it the Retrospec company?
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but on the other hand...........]
I guess the worst kind of gift would be the kind you get from two people that have no idea what to do with them...
How much time do you think it would take?
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I won't be too busy in another hour, get this grading out of the way. What's your plan?
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[Where is the scar?? It'll be pretty obvious when Aizawa meets up with him. It's not like he wears shirts to cover it up.]
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[Of course this random stranger calling out of the blue about terrible wedding gifts would have one eye and a scar. That's...bizarrely appropriate, since that also about sums up the bizarre-ness of this whole situation. Is he really about to humor a complete stranger by joining in and hate-shopping for a guy he doesn't even know?
...Sure. Why not. It's a slow day, and--looking out the window at a cloud-free gray sky is still jarring, even knowing what's apparently to blame now. Whatever "information" Zoro gets out of this, maybe it'll be a clue? About what's even going on, here...
Either way, there's probably not exactly much to lose here.]
Can't say I stand out nearly as much as that...so I'll just find you first, I suppose. An hour from now, if you're actually serious about this.
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[And so he is. An hour passes and there he is, an eyeless, shirtless wonder in the middle of the Towers' main lobby. Literally. In the center. Arms crossed, legs shoulder's width apart and generally a perfect picture of intimidation. Plenty of people give him a wide berth.
Zoro doesn't seem to notice, keeping watch for anyone who looks remotely like that little tiny icon of Aizawa's face.]
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Quality first impressions all around, here. Between the flagrant shirtlessness and the crowd of people skirting widely around him, Zoro's hard to miss and Aizawa's drifting over soon enough. Ah, this guy's got a pretty intense aura for someone getting ready to buy some low-effort wedding gifts...]
Zoro, is it? Made any other random calls to random people?
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He grins.]
You're the only one. Think of it as an honor.
[And also he'd rather not call up anymore random people. He doesn't care enough for that.]
Bedding or kitchen?
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[Aizawa doesn't sound particularly honored or enthused in general, honestly, but mostly he's just kind of always like this, so don't mind that.
Anyway they can be an odd pair in the Towers now, between Aizawa's exhausted teacher-aesthetic self and Zoro's mostly-shirtless half-jacket not-particularly-modest atmosphere. Aizawa grimaces a bit at the question following.]
I have no idea. ...Kitchen utensils are usually pretty uniform and dignified, though. I feel like a lot more things could go wrong with bedding accessories...
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[If it were someone he liked he'd struggle to understand kitchenware. For Jim? Dinosaur bedsheets.
Wait, no. That's too cool. Damn.]
Come on. The sign said it was on the second floor.
[And yet... he's walking in the opposite direction of the escalators.]
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But. Yeah, that sign sure did say second floor, which generally means going up, which Zoro...does not seem to be doing....he starts walking away, but Aizawa remains standing where he is, watching Zoro set off in the complete opposite direction of anything resembling stairs with slightly raised eyebrows.]
Looks like it, yes. ...So where are you going?
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[In actuality, he may have been looking at the "exit" sign, positioned directly next to the escalator directions. He's blameless here. Clearly.]
Why are you still standing there?
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You're heading to the exit. I'm not sure if you're aware. [Is this your first time in the Towers or something....Aizawa is just going to be assuming this now, because otherwise that's a pretty terrible sense of direction you've got there and. Surely it couldn't be that bad? They haven't even started yet??
Aizawa's turning and starting towards the escalators himself, anyway, waving lazily at Zoro over his shoulder.]
Come on, we've got an hour time-limit here. Might as well make the most of it.
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(Is he?)]
The sign's misleading. [Uh-huh. But fine. He seems to stay on course following Aizawa. Maybe that's why he asked him here.
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They successfully make it to the escalator where he firmly stays put and doesn't get lost again. Slowly they inch up to the bedding floor where they're greeted with a crowd of white comforters with little variation.
This is indeed true hell.]
... Are these supposed to be different?
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Like, there are probably more uncomfortable hells out there? He could sleep away cursed eternity on this depressingly redundant bedding, at least? ........But yeah this is still. Pretty bad.]
Probably? ...Looks like they're made by different companies. Could be some form of competition.
[What an amazing thing capitalism is in this day and age. Aizawa shifts his attention to the sea of bedding materials all around, and decides to strike out towards a random aisle.]
Those are more bland than anything, though. There's plenty of colors worse than white...what do you think we should look for? [What would he not want to find on his bedsheets if he were Jim, hmm...] Stripes? [Yeah those are definitely terrible. ...Wait--] Polka-dots? [There we go, even worse.]
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[He's just going to start wading in the sea of comforters, tugging at the white ones just to see if there's anything underneath. There's not. All he's doing is getting dirty looks from the employees for messing up the bedding displays.]
Maybe we could get a white one and dirty it up. Wonder if we can get one with rats in it or something.
[That is definitely not going to be sold here but let him hope.]
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2/2 thanks for the quality regain zoro
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