bake with a grain of salt ♫
{with @twxmomo}
Thumbs tapped on the outside of slacks as a tall figure made it’s way over sidewalks, ages of ever being on the move had made callused hands restless in the absence of tunes to twiddle with. Only mildly scuffed shoes came to a stop outside one particular building, their owner scanning it with zeal in the mid-morning hazy sunlight. Index fingers and thumbs formed a square before sharp features as the marketing agent sized it up from every angle. The odd fellow carried on like that in plain view for a few minutes before heading inside to the special meeting.
Whatever anyone may think of him, Bragi took his new job as seriously as he had taken to becoming the court bard in Valhalla. Every client was given his full attention and best work. As far as Chanshik was concerned, Fabletown’s success hinged on moving forward rather than wallowing in memories of their homes. It was a unique place where everyone had a chance to remodel themselves and forget the past, if they so choose. Though, the deity had yet to make up his own mind.
Carefully closing the door behind him, cinnamon hues scrutinized the interior as the poet called out amicably, “Hello, I’m Chanshik with Braggart Marketing and I have a meeting with Hirai Momo today.” Meeting a new client was always a bit dicey, knowing just how to approach someone or appeal to their personal style without talking to them in person could prove tricky and first impressions made or broke a deal.
With an unbidden twitch of his nose, the poet tentatively sniffed. “It smells so interesting here. Good, of course, and I was fully expecting that, but a little different. I like it.”