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[skeletonkeay]

INBOX OF GERARD KEAY

Point of contact for Pumpkin Hollow. Gerry can be reached by phone, mail, or a visit to his shop during business hours. Pinhole Printing and Binding is open from 11am to 6pm every day except Tuesday, because fuck Tuesday, or unless Gerry deigns otherwise.

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[graveling]

“Hey. Do you make business cards?” Like, it’s the sort of thing a normal printshop would do at home, but he’s not sure how this one works compared to them.

[skeletonkeay]

"Yeah, of course."

Angel is the first person here to ask him, and it's going to be impossible not to think of that stupid movie scene the whole time he's working on it, but he knows how?

"Any specifics on what you want?"

[graveling]

"So I saw an image online back home of business cards that a really, really tall guy got printed, that stated his height, the fact he didn't play basketball and the fact that the weather was fine up there."

Angel flashes one of his usual terribly brief and stiff smiles.

"I need that, but for 'So you've noticed the guy you're staring at is a corpse.'"

[skeletonkeay]

Gerry barks a laugh at this, as surprised as he is amused. "Oh, brilliant." He grabs a pen and some scrap paper. "What else are we putting on it?"

[graveling]

"My name is Angel. I work at Kasprak Farm and the Temple of Sacred Roots. No, I am not a zombie. No, I'm not contagious. No, I don't remember being alive. Further respectful questions are welcome."

Beat. "Anything else you think people ought to know about me from the jump?"

[skeletonkeay]

Gerry chuckles, delighted by this whole thing. "No, I think that about covers the basics. I'll be sure to hang on to a sample in case you need more. How many you wanna start with?"

[graveling]

"A good few. It happens a lot, Gerry." There would absolutely be a huffy little sigh here if Angel did breathing. "And like, politely pretending not to stare is weirder to me than people who just ask questions."