did another longish rp thing and used a few more prompts so...I'll paste the appropriate bits where they go ;) ** Through the deli window, Tamara could see Vitaly watching the small crowd. Normally he was one to chase off panhandlers, giving them a sandwich and a coffee or water and sending them on their way. This particular panhandler, however, drew people to the deli, many of whom came in for a drink, a sandwich, a bag of chips or a pastry from the bakery side of the counter before they went back out to watch the artist work.
Vitaly had paid his dues as a busker. Unless the guitar case carried other belongings, he wagered the man was a musician too, or that music was one of his hobbies, and if he could make a few dollars to live on, and bring customers into the deli, he wasn’t hurting anything.
The thing Tamara noticed first, however, was the man’s thick greying hair and long, weathered face. A face she knew. He had to be a clone. She would bet money on it. He didn’t notice her, however, before she ducked into the deli, made her take-home order, and then picked up an additional bagged lunch for the thin man on the stool outside.
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Date: 2019-09-08 06:58 pm (UTC)**
Through the deli window, Tamara could see Vitaly watching the small crowd. Normally he was one to chase off panhandlers, giving them a sandwich and a coffee or water and sending them on their way. This particular panhandler, however, drew people to the deli, many of whom came in for a drink, a sandwich, a bag of chips or a pastry from the bakery side of the counter before they went back out to watch the artist work.
Vitaly had paid his dues as a busker. Unless the guitar case carried other belongings, he wagered the man was a musician too, or that music was one of his hobbies, and if he could make a few dollars to live on, and bring customers into the deli, he wasn’t hurting anything.
The thing Tamara noticed first, however, was the man’s thick greying hair and long, weathered face. A face she knew. He had to be a clone. She would bet money on it. He didn’t notice her, however, before she ducked into the deli, made her take-home order, and then picked up an additional bagged lunch for the thin man on the stool outside.