« exactly what i told them. i suppose it was worth a shot. »
the figure shrouded in the black sweatshirt seemed to slump over in disappointment. whatever. it wasn't like they were counting on them, it was unlikely from the start. the batter, all the while, looked over such items, nudging the player &. bringing their attention over to get an opinion on what to purchase.
tired eyes skimmed over everything laid out before then both, dipping their head only slightly. after a moment, they actually stepped forward, hands in either pant pockets, &. scrutiny in their gaze.
after a moment, a hand retreated from the pocket that held it to their hip. thin, pale, rough-looking digits gestured, lingering so not to lay evidence of contact with any of the merchandise.
two pieces of belial’s meat, two luck tickets, it never hurt to have a joker.
a new bat was considered, but glancing over the selection, it was reluctantly shrugged off. chances are, the current expenses would leave you unable to make a bat purchase. you’ll survive.
