@guiltdream
after his disastrous (in his eyes, at least) first attempt to shop for new clothing on his first day, sir bedivere had been avoiding the cornerstore. to another it might not look like anything, but the knight swears he can feel the gaze of its sole employee on him wherever he goes. today is the day, then, for confronting this fear. he is going to go into the store, he decides, and he is going to ask for pyjamas in a bigger size, and he is not going to leave until he gets them.
...or that was the plan, at least. in reality, he’s back outside within two minutes, a bemused look on his face and a little paper packet of mints in his hand. right. the first assault on this fearsome keep is a failure. he will have to regroup and try again. maybe with backup.
and as he’s leaving, he nearly bumps into a diminutive figure--a boy, blonde haired and blue eyed, far too young to be on his own in this kind of weather.
“oh--!” deftly stepping back to avoid the collision (and knocking his back into the doorframe trying to do so), the knight crouches down, trying to get on the boy’s eye level. “should you not be with your guardian, child? oh--would you like some mints?” he offers the packet, sheepish. “they were on sale. i could hardly say no.” and believe me, i wanted to.