I just look at him. I'm confused, to say the least. My lips part and leave my mouth a little bit open, but I can't for the life of me think of any words to say to make that all make even a little bit of sense. He just keeps on wrapping up the meat, which now thankfully looks a little bit more like food than animal, and the normalcy of it seems totally wrong when I consider that he sounds serious. Not concerned, just serious.
I can't back out of the shop because he hasn't given me the meat yet and I need it to take back with me, so I finally manage to say something along the lines of, "Oh. Well, then." I've never met anyone who was actually insane before. I wasn't aware they were allowed to run butcher shops. But hopefully that will be inoffensive enough not to upset him.
Mr. Dorian must not like me very much if he's sending me on errands to a crazy butcher.
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Date: 2009-02-07 10:41 pm (UTC)I can't back out of the shop because he hasn't given me the meat yet and I need it to take back with me, so I finally manage to say something along the lines of, "Oh. Well, then." I've never met anyone who was actually insane before. I wasn't aware they were allowed to run butcher shops. But hopefully that will be inoffensive enough not to upset him.
Mr. Dorian must not like me very much if he's sending me on errands to a crazy butcher.