Snippet #2507516

Kris Metzger

Kris chuckled, relaxing back into his seat. "Yeah, I know how you feel 'bout feeling like there ain't much to do at home. 'Cept, when I'm at the shop I'm also home. Managed to snag a buildin' with a loft and all that. Didn't know plants were all that talkative, though. Can't say I'm overly surprised they have nothing to say even if you can understand 'em, tell ya the truth." Kris replied, taking another few puffs off of his cigar, which was nearly burnt down to his fingers. "I bet there's probably something goin' on in town, I just ain't heard about it. Not that there's been anyone 'round the shop to tell me anything today." Kris continued, knocking the ash off his cigar and stubbing it out in the ashtray. He grinned, and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning more heavily into the back of the chair.

Inside the shop, however, things were not nearly as relaxed. The golems, having settled any little squabbles remaining and gotten back to work, stopped, glancing around worried with whatever they had for a head. The golem that had ran up the stairs, Sweepy, came down, bustling over to the door and pointing at Kris and back into the shop. Kris, however, took no notice and continued looking towards Bridgette. Clattering in frustration, Sweepy ran over to a different golem, one fortunate enough to have a goat skull where it's head would be, and pointed at Kris. Nodding, the goat headed golem began walking towards Kris, but only managed to make it to the front of the counter when Fox appeared. Noticeably irritated, goat-head croaked and began chattering it's jaws at her, waving wildly between her feet and the door.

Hearing two shrieks and what sounded like a few bullfrogs getting into a wood stirring contest, Kris jumped up from his seat, body shifting into some loose approximation of a running stance. "Jesus Christ, don't tell me someone came in through the back door again. I have that goddamn lock on there for a reason, dammit!" Kris muttered, turning to face the inside of his shop just in time to be tackled back through the door and onto his back. Swearing loudly and flailing about as she rolled off of him, Kris stared at her in complete confusion. "Good lord, did you ever make one hell of an entrance lady. This may be Bluffington but that don't give you no damn license to just bust up into a man's shop and tackle him though his own door! I ain't too sure how y'all do things up here, but back in the south we usually yell at each other 'fore we just tackle someone onto the street. Jesus!" Kris yelled, his southern accent deepening into near illegibility, rolling over and getting to his feet.

He began dusting himself off, and goat-head came out, excitedly pointing between Kris and Fox and croaking. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a bit late to the party there, little man. Go on, get some help and make sure she didn't break anything. Maybe drag anything she brought with out here." Kris said, moving back to his seat and sitting back down heavily as goat-head clattered excitedly to the other golems just inside the door. "You know, lady, you're actin' like you ain't never seen no bone golem or anything like that before. Just where you from, exactly?" Kris asked, no longer yelling but not exactly calm, his accent still as uncultured as when he was yelling.