Well! That's not very friendly, now is it? It's not as though Tarantulas expected the shopkeeper to follow him around making small talk -- in fact he'd prefer it they stayed quiet and out of the way until he has a question, like the chatbots you'd see attached the digital storefronts on Cybertron's datanet. Ah, he misses online shopping. But to be dismissed so suddenly, before he's said a single word...that's annoying.
Luckily Tarantulas has almost no sense of shame. He merely sniffs disapprovingly and goes about his business, studying the wares on offer until he discovers...a discrepancy.
In his left hand, a blank journal with white pages, bound in leather with the silhouette of a horse worked on the cover. In his right hand, a blank journal with white pages, bound in leather with the silhouette of several birds in flight on the cover. Nearly identical apart from their chosen motif, but the horse-journal costs nearly twice as much. Why?
"Excuse me," he says, not exactly impolitely but very firmly as he approaches the counter. "Can you tell me about these books? Why is one more expensive than the other?" And don't even think about trying to ignore him now, fleshsack.
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Luckily Tarantulas has almost no sense of shame. He merely sniffs disapprovingly and goes about his business, studying the wares on offer until he discovers...a discrepancy.
In his left hand, a blank journal with white pages, bound in leather with the silhouette of a horse worked on the cover. In his right hand, a blank journal with white pages, bound in leather with the silhouette of several birds in flight on the cover. Nearly identical apart from their chosen motif, but the horse-journal costs nearly twice as much. Why?
"Excuse me," he says, not exactly impolitely but very firmly as he approaches the counter. "Can you tell me about these books? Why is one more expensive than the other?" And don't even think about trying to ignore him now, fleshsack.