❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . (for rusty)
Rusty glances up from the produce bins he's picking over, trying to find fruit and vegetables less squishy than the rest of them is proving more and more difficult by the day, thanks to well... winter. He turns, brow arching and brown eyes curious as to who might need his attention before- "Oh! Well evenin', Miss Bardot!" he greets, turning slightly and offering his usual bright, warm smile, corners of his eyes crinkling pleasantly- before he remembers what Bowie needing to talk to him usually means. "Aw hell, this is Sissy related, ain't it? What'd she do?" He questions, sighing softly. "And how'd she try to bribe you outta tellin' me what happened this time?"