{SF} We can't survive on candy

[Rob Snow]

Technically you couldn't survive on candy. Rob knew that, even as he was passing over some of the crumbled bills he'd earned to buy a rather large stick of the cotton variety. He'd been performing during the fair, busking as usual but he'd also managed to wrangle a set on the student showcases, but Rob didn't quite spend all his time on music. Guy had to eat, after all. he nibbled at the cotton candy and looked around, finally locating the games. he sort of absently wandered his way over there, watching someone play some of the games for a while, nibbling as he went.

They weren't bad: seemed to be getting close to actually winning the prize, in fact. Rob watched as they fell just short this one last time, and he could practically feel the frustration. Feeling particularly generous (not that Rob Snow was ever that stingy), Rob moved forward and placed a few crumpled bills on the counter.

"Next rounds on me,' he offered, before standing up and eating his candy floss, taking a bit and chewing it. "I'd play m'self if it weren't for this," he held it up, nodded at the person, and moved to lean, wondering if he'd just wasted some money on a fluke game or if this would be the one to actually make it.

[Rob Snow]

As expected, the girl had a particular knack for this sort of thing. Rob watched with some amusement as she relaunched balls, murdering clowns one after another. He idly wondered if she had a particular gift for this sort of thing: every other person you ran into in Kalispell had mutant powers after all. Not that it really mattered, as pretty well everyone seemed to know this.

DING, DING, DING
then a sharp yes that had Rob letting out a little cheer himself. He finished by eating a bit more of the candy floss, watching as the girl ended up taking a rather large bear down. "Hmm," Rob considered her query while he finished chewing. Did she sound ungrateful? Not particularly. Rob supposed he could see why someone would think as such, but the thought didn't even flit into his mind.

Instead he considered her and her question a bit longer. "First off," he said, tapping the floss, "I needed something to watch while eating, since it's such a terribly boring activity for us modern lads," he took another pull of the depleting candy, rolling it in a ball. "Second, I could tell that you were close, and who doesn't root for the win?" He bobbed his head. "But mostly I'd imagine that it comes from enjoying seeing pretty girls smiling. Certainly seems to be worth a few dollars, don't you figure?"

he grinned at her before popping the balled up floss in his mouth.

[Rob Snow]

Rob grinned at the mention of his charisma, bowing slightly and making a sort of waving motion with his hand. Hey, if the shoe fit. As for the accent bit, he raised up. "Tis a bit of something that just sort of leaks into the voice after a while," he supplied, shrugging. He did see how it could be appealing and he'd be lying if he didn't admit to often using it in just the way the girl was suggesting. And in truth, he had put some effort into making sure it sounded more lyrical than anything else.

Seemed like the girl had practiced something a lot more practical. "Ah, well, that just makes sense then," Rob supplied, nodding a little. He was a bit surprised that someone would be that open about their powers in a public setting, but this was Kalispell and it was a fair put on for the school and whatnot. Rob supposed he couldn't be all that surprised. "Why would I give away secrets? Makes things more interesting.

"And I'd just assume that you'd know where they are. Someone always told me that the pretty ones travel in packs," though Rob still looked around a bit, clearly willing to play along with her modesty.