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A. JUSTICE LAW OFFICES

Maybe you dropped by because you know of the lawyer in charge, you have a question about school, you're lost and looking for directions, the possibilities are endless.

It's early morning and no one seems to be in the front lobby at the moment, even if the door's unlocked. But a door off to the left is open, someone coughing their lungs out, but the sound is stopped short whenever the front door bell goes off.

Apollo is sick with a cold. Apparently sick enough for a futon to be laid out on his office floor (thanks to employees), so Apollo peaks around his office's entrance to see who it is. ...From the floor. This isn't an exactly normal picture.

"Can I help you?" He sounds like a frog.

B. GROCERY SHOPPING

Evening time, Apollo only has rare instances where he can actually show up at a store and get some much needed stocking done.

He's got the goods: food, hygeine, some house supplies and of course coffee. Tons of it, because he's currently buying about four tubs of it and dropping it into his cart.

C. MISC go wild. brackets are a-ok.

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One of the hardest things about moving to a new place was having to find new places to go. It took time to find new places to get money, gas, clothes and of course, food. Moving around a grocery store to find the bread, milk and pizza rolls you really needed could prove challenging in a new store.

Trying to do that blind added an extra layer of challenge. Snake pushed his cart slowly and frequently consulted a map of the store, running his fingers over it. If he was lucky, maybe he could get out here before the buses stopped running.

He did hear someone approaching him from behind so he moved his cart to the side. Memorizing the layout of a new store was one of the most frustrating things about moving.

Hello there, good sir. Your cart's looking a little empty and you're looking a little lost.

Apollo tilts his head a bit to look at this man, because it's a lot like what he looked like himself when he first arrived in London. Kind of confused and sticking out like a sore thumb.

He takes a brief second to decide on what to do, before he raises his hand a bit and speaks up.

"Sir, hey." Cool introduction. Totally cool!

"Are you looking for something?"

Well, no, technically he's not looking at anything because he's blind. Snake is mightily tempted to fire off a choice remark to the stranger's stating of the obvious. He tempers it to "I'm trying to determine what kinds of bread are in this row without picking up every loaf and sniffing it through the plastic." He prides himself on being able to memorize the location of everything in a store. Unfortunately that involves trial and error in the beginning.

"Management was kind enough to give me a map but it's not as specific as I'd like." He also won't know how much everything costs until he tries to pay for it. Trying to determine what's cheap and expensive in pounds is going to be another chore.

Apollo's apparently not picking up the hint.

"Is that right...? I like this brand, here." He points at a loaf and pulls it off the shelf, holding it out, since apparently this guy likes to sniff things. That's cool. You do you.

"It's cheap but good quality, especially for french toast. If I have the time to make it, anyway."

Could this person possibly not realize what Snake felt was obvious? He could easily solve that problem by staring at Apollo with his eyes open, but he'd been told by his sister that a lengthy dead-eyed snake stare even put her off.

So instead, he sighed, annoyed, and tried again. "Well, thank you, I suppose. However, this braille map isn't specific enough with what brands are where." Please tell me you're picking up what he's putting down, Apollo.

"What's a braille?" Is Apollo's first automatic response. It sounds familiar, and it reminds him of, well, bumps. Why is that? Oh yeah, it's a type of writing. A type of writing for—

Oh.

Oh. Well, okay. He feels like he's swallowing a brick and the guilt shows on his face, not like this man can see it.

"Nevermind, I know what it is." Shit. "Sorry, uh. If you give me a brief idea about what kind of bread you like, maybe I can find it on the shelf?"

Just when Snake kind of gave up all hope of this man having any intelligence at all, a little light bulb turned on. Apparently. Snake's sigh managed to convey so many words about Apollo without voicing them. However, his actual words were: "I'm partial to asiago cheese. If that doesn't exist in London, I'll be a tad put off." Snake's voice, like the rest of him, was refined, although it betrayed a flat American accent.

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Oh man, he's hysterical. XD

he's dumb

Snake concurs