Bozo
Apollosarcher"I'm sorry, people just... they don't usually make exceptions for me or anything, let alone... y'know, breaking the rules of their place of employment. Thank you so much." The stranger said and Lilith's eyes softened in sympathy. 'Poor guy, he couldn't hide those things even if he wanted to', she mused, looking back up at his horns but getting side tracked by his hair. It was a trendy sort of cut, with one side dark and shorn close to his scalp while the other side had longer, almost white looking locks. It was a hard look to pull off, she thought, but it looked good on him.
"Um, I can show you how it works, if you want. You can see the pictures, if you want."
"Oh," Lilith replied, adjusting her glasses minutely. "It looks pretty expensive, I'd hate to damage it or something," the florist admitted as she watched him worry with the camera strap. "I guess it would be neat though," the girl conceded, getting up and making her way over to the animal man.
Somewhere during this journey across the room, all the poise Lilith usually carried herself with abandoned her and she tripped on the hem of her skirt, sending the brunette careening into the photographer.
Before either one of them could bat an eyelash they had both toppled over onto the floor, landing with a loud clamor. "Nrgh," Lilith groaned from her place on top of the animal man, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing at the shoulder that took the brunt of the damage. When she opened her eyes again she met the photographer's brown ones and stared for a moment. 'Handsome', was the first word that came to mind and was also the word that sent the florist scrambling backwards, her face red hot and flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, sir! Is your camera okay?" She squeaked, fumbling to crawl off the stranger without hurting him farther. Once she was vertical again she brushed the back of her dress to make sure everything was in place before offering him a hand.
"Um, I can show you how it works, if you want. You can see the pictures, if you want."
"Oh," Lilith replied, adjusting her glasses minutely. "It looks pretty expensive, I'd hate to damage it or something," the florist admitted as she watched him worry with the camera strap. "I guess it would be neat though," the girl conceded, getting up and making her way over to the animal man.
Somewhere during this journey across the room, all the poise Lilith usually carried herself with abandoned her and she tripped on the hem of her skirt, sending the brunette careening into the photographer.
Before either one of them could bat an eyelash they had both toppled over onto the floor, landing with a loud clamor. "Nrgh," Lilith groaned from her place on top of the animal man, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing at the shoulder that took the brunt of the damage. When she opened her eyes again she met the photographer's brown ones and stared for a moment. 'Handsome', was the first word that came to mind and was also the word that sent the florist scrambling backwards, her face red hot and flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, sir! Is your camera okay?" She squeaked, fumbling to crawl off the stranger without hurting him farther. Once she was vertical again she brushed the back of her dress to make sure everything was in place before offering him a hand.
