Inspired by the hilarious @mister_cms, and created to help bring a smile to @BuryMeBesideYou. I hope I do Mr. Nygma justice!
"Yanno that old saying? It was the best of times, it was the worst of times?" the man waved a hand in a circular motion as though it was to emphasize his rather vapid point. It, of course, did nothing of the sort for Edward Nygma. In fact the most it did was send a mild hum of mild annoyance dancing along his brain.
In fact it was the same sort of annoyance he developed when he was often stonewalled by Jim Gordon, and Harvey Bullock. He tried to be useful, helpful even, and in fact he was more often than not just those two things. Not that it stopped them from overlooking such moments. Those two, however, were of no importance just now, nor were those matters. What was important was the man who persisted on rambling onward at him.
For God sake, he only wanted the means to make a sandwich!
Gritting his teeth and planting a smile onto his face, Ed Nygma met the man with a placid gaze. Perhaps a little too placid. The kind of placid, that were you to see it upon a lake? You would fear Betty White was somewhere feeding a crocodile.
"I believe that is a quote." he purposely overemphasizes the 't' in hopes that this man gets his point. He doesn't want to be bothered, people weren't always necessarily.. His.. Thing. They created awkwardness in him, rambling, and in turn it turned to his greatest of comfort zones. Riddles.
"A quote. A repeat or copy of a group of words from a text or speech, typically with an indication that one is not the original author or speaker. It's really quite, quite, simple." Nygma is met with a confused stare, which only made words further bubble out of him. "I believe the quote you were speaking was from the book A Tale of Two Cities, which is really quite fascinating. 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we'.."
The man cuts him off with a rather loud, and incredibly obnoxious laugh. "I'm not much for reading those fancy books. I just know that one line. Besides I was referring to these prices. Who would be willing to pay so much for some damned bologna?"
"Ah.. Yes.." Nygma lets the words fall like loose paper. Light, barely noticeable at first before they simply fluttered off the edge into existence. What he wouldn't be telling the man, is that he had ever intention of paying said speculated price, for the aforementioned bologna. This was if the man would simply leave him be long enough to procure the purchase. "Given other locations, I think it's a rather reasonable rate. There are worse prices."
"Crazy is what it is." the man scoffs and pushes his way past Nygma, his shoulder bouncing off the much more slender man. For a moment, Nygma's eye twitches and before he realizes it, his hand is wrapped around the package of bologna he was looking to buy.
'No no.. Not now.' the tickle of the voice he had grown to fear sparked into existence. In the reflection of the display beside him, he could see the mirage like reflection of the man inside him. 'Just wait, give it time. Follow him. We don't want witnesses now do we? Of course not, that would spoil all our fun!' the hand releases the package, and he begins to follow this man.
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