Olixander grinned a brilliant, charismatic, all around lovely smile directly at Ms. ‘June’ Edevane as the owner of the apothecary confronted them. He could see the hesitation in her eyes and he couldn’t help but wiggle his brows at her. There really was no choice for the girl standing beside him if she wanted his help, and Olixander didn’t regret anything. He didn’t dole out favors for free, after all. The brunette waited a split second longer and he could almost see the exact moment she realized she was beaten. Olixander resisted the urge to preen, instead placing a hand gently overtop of hers which had come around to grasp his arm again. He opened his mouth to respond to the woman but June cut him off quickly.
A hermit. Olixander frowned and gave June a skeptical look. The woman who owned the apothecary looked at him then though and Olixander, for all his pride, nodded along with that the little weasel beside him was saying. They’d both be lucky if the woman didn’t recognize him for who he was! Olixander didn’t oft need things from the apothecary, but he’d wandered in here today hadn’t he. Squeezing the girl’s hand warningly, he made to say something else but she jerked him towards the isle and just kept jabbering.
Igor? Olixander’s eyes narrowed a fraction. Igor, as in that heinous monster that was so popular? (Not having read Frankenstien he couldn’t be sure and he definitely didn’t know Igor was only the assistant!) But hair potion?! Alright, that was quite enough. Tugging his arm from Ms. Edevane’s grasp, Olixander let out a snort. “Oh how you do love your jokes, cousin,” he said, shaking his head at the woman. His eyes were communicating “help me” to the poor apothecary owner and he hoped it sold her on the fact that he was, quite literally, stuck with June. “We shouldn’t lie while out in public,” he continued. “What if this poor woman believed you.” He gave June a discreet pinch on the arm for emphasis. “I am truly sorry madam, we will be out of your - lovely - hair, momentarily. Come, come June.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist and practically dragging the girl towards the door, Olixander paid her interests at staying in the apothecary no mind. He didn’t like to consider himself a vain man (who was he kidding, he was utterly self-obsessed), but that last one had hit a little below the belt. Olixander had lush hair and didn’t need any such potion to keep it looking as spectacular as it did. Maneuvering them through the door, he tossed one last charismatic grin over his shoulder at the owner and stepped outside. They had business to attend.
A hermit. Olixander frowned and gave June a skeptical look. The woman who owned the apothecary looked at him then though and Olixander, for all his pride, nodded along with that the little weasel beside him was saying. They’d both be lucky if the woman didn’t recognize him for who he was! Olixander didn’t oft need things from the apothecary, but he’d wandered in here today hadn’t he. Squeezing the girl’s hand warningly, he made to say something else but she jerked him towards the isle and just kept jabbering.
Igor? Olixander’s eyes narrowed a fraction. Igor, as in that heinous monster that was so popular? (Not having read Frankenstien he couldn’t be sure and he definitely didn’t know Igor was only the assistant!) But hair potion?! Alright, that was quite enough. Tugging his arm from Ms. Edevane’s grasp, Olixander let out a snort. “Oh how you do love your jokes, cousin,” he said, shaking his head at the woman. His eyes were communicating “help me” to the poor apothecary owner and he hoped it sold her on the fact that he was, quite literally, stuck with June. “We shouldn’t lie while out in public,” he continued. “What if this poor woman believed you.” He gave June a discreet pinch on the arm for emphasis. “I am truly sorry madam, we will be out of your - lovely - hair, momentarily. Come, come June.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist and practically dragging the girl towards the door, Olixander paid her interests at staying in the apothecary no mind. He didn’t like to consider himself a vain man (who was he kidding, he was utterly self-obsessed), but that last one had hit a little below the belt. Olixander had lush hair and didn’t need any such potion to keep it looking as spectacular as it did. Maneuvering them through the door, he tossed one last charismatic grin over his shoulder at the owner and stepped outside. They had business to attend.