"What the-" Fitzgerald could be heard loudly uttering to himself - making his voice clearly audible to the other party as he stopped where he was in his tracks. He hadn't really been doing much in the store, except groveling and looking at its inventory with the utmost spite in his eyes. Back at home, he remembered, everything was given to him. Not on a silver platter, as the legends would say. (Oh, how he wished they were true though!) But hey, he at least didn't have to actually buy anything; his presence wasn't meant to be ordinary, after all.
Ever since leaving home, though, the young man felt as if he was lost. Lost in terms of identity, lost in terms of where the hell he was at the moment... Lost in every sense of the word. It made him wish - for a moment - that he was back in Undella, and the only thing he had to worry about was... Shit. Too many things. That was why he left. It was still for the best, of course, but... At what cost? Goodness, did he not know... Maybe lost in thought could be added as well. It sure seemed like this was the case, as everything - in a way - proved to be a bit overwhelming for his brain.
Hence why he was wandering around the store, with no intent of buying anything but not knowing what else to do. Study what items were available, he guessed? He knew his boss didn't give a single shit about that. Let alone much of the feedback he gave, really... Maybe this bat creature could pull him from his doldrums for a bit. They definitely seemed of the foreign type, after all; he had never seen anything like them back at home, and he definitely hadn't seen those types of folks walking around in the streets where he was now. So regional differences were definitely out of the equation.
After staring at the other party for an obnoxiously long period of time, the young man crept forward. And when he crept, it was like... One step. One step forward. You know, just in case this turned out to be a shitty decision, and the idea of running off became all the more appealing to him.
Fitzgerald raised a hand and uttered, "Um..." Great, good job. You did your first impression great. Immediately afterwards, he threw his nervous energy off somewhere before immediately standing on his toes and assuming the most pompous posture humanly possible. "You're standing in the way of the chocolates," he stated with a suddenly dry tone while glancing around them, "I'm sure that chocolate is a popular confection, but monopolizing them is frankly a poor decision." A smirk crept onto his face as he added, "Especially when there's more important people waiting to take a portion. Like... You know..." Pointed reference to himself asides, he quickly strutted forward and took a package of boxed sweets. He gave the box a cursory glance before sighing and waving it in their face. "Not everyone can work with dried fruits and shit like that, you know... For some, chocolate is simply what's best."
This exchange definitely wasn't for research purposes, and he was aware of that. But for one thing, he was actually starting to enjoy scouring through the selection of items... (Gasp!) And for another, he just wanted something to distract himself from his thoughts for a bit, even if it meant conversing with someone that he probably wouldn't like.
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After shooting quick glances around the aisles, Fitzgerald packed several bags of chocolate chip cookies into his bag. No way in hell was he going to get caught with fucking peasant food! Still... Those cookies did seem awfully delicious at the moment. He plucked one more bag of cookies - this one being sugar, thank goodness - before nodding to himself and starting to strut off. If the cashier dared asked him why he was effectively plundering all the cookie shelves, Fitzgerald would just put several wads of cash in their face and tell them to shut up. Humiliating, yes, but that was the plan.
Apparently making sure that nobody knew he liked these stupid store-bought cookies was far more important than remaining extremely wealthy - or courteous, for that matter.
The young man was quick to eye his bag and scan the contents - oh-so superficially - before purring, "I think this would be a good enough snack for the days to come..." Sure, Fitzgerald, sure. He giggled to himself while walking through the aisles, not only proud of himself but also of the cookies he had obtained. Now, if only he could buy them without causing a scandal in the process...
In the aisle he was in, he heard a tapping noise coming from... Somewhere? Fitzgerald stopped walking and immediately grabbed the strap of his bag, glancing at his surroundings to make sure he didn't hear anything off. Then, his eyes met with those of... A humanoid he had never seen before. He knew she wasn't human; that was a definite. The boots that made the noise were definite too, and he looked at them with a faint smile for a split second before looking back at her with a mildly annoyed pout.
"Oh, it's no big deal," he replied coyly. Emphasis was placed on his careful scrutiny of the other party, just in case... She seemed nervous around him, which was definitely a good indicator in Fitzgerald's eyes; he could easily use his leverage to get something out - whether it be now or later. He really had no reason to think this way, yet he did anyways. Giggling softly, he further added, "The pasta, hm? I think it's actually in the aisle behind me..." He had no idea if this was actually true, but alas.
The consequences wouldn't affect him, as far as he knew. After this exchange, he could go on with his day and perhaps eat some cookies in the process; it was a good arrangement as far as he was concerned.
That pout of his, it eventually reverted into the faint smile earlier given to her boots as he finished, "I mean, you didn't spend five hours trying to worry about where the pasta was, so I really can't be that annoyed with you." The last few words were particularly cold - though - as a stark contrast to the playful nature of his reply. Perhaps he was trying to warn her that their next interaction wouldn't be as friendly... Especially if they met again in the same store at a different time.