The officer's own chin is drawn downward against his person, deep in thought. Every now and again he taps his fingers against it from where he's got his arms folded in front of him while he scans the shelves.
It's been half a decade since he's needed to know his aromatherapy and he wracks his brain while he rattles off the list of things he remembers. Which demons reacted to which blends. Was there one that contained patchouli?
Tap. Tap tap. Murmur.
Ah. That's right. There were rain spirits that enjoyed the musky-sweet scent. Earthy like the smell of fresh soil but much more pleasant. It went well with vanilla if he recalls...Katsuya makes a small sound of satisfaction as he plucks the bottle from the shelf and holds it in his palm so that the label catches the light.
One down.
Crookshanks' meowing draws him out of his reverie and he hurries back over to the other side of the counter. The ginger cat is sitting proudly next to a similar small bottle with his wee chest puffed out and Katsuya nods quickly before picking it up as well.
"What a clever cat you are." His Japanese accent slips in a bit thicker with the soft murmur before he remembers himself and holds out the bottle of Patchouli.
"I've no idea how much of each she needs so I'll purchase both of the bottles whole. Just a moment."
He's off to ask the clerk which type of currency is accepted here so he can convert his own at a small machine just outside of the store before coming back in to pay for both bottles. They're each wrapped in thick paper to protect them from being jostled and nestled into a plastic bag that Katsuya gratefully accepts before coming back to fetch Crookshanks.
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It's been half a decade since he's needed to know his aromatherapy and he wracks his brain while he rattles off the list of things he remembers. Which demons reacted to which blends. Was there one that contained patchouli?
Tap. Tap tap. Murmur.
Ah. That's right. There were rain spirits that enjoyed the musky-sweet scent. Earthy like the smell of fresh soil but much more pleasant. It went well with vanilla if he recalls...Katsuya makes a small sound of satisfaction as he plucks the bottle from the shelf and holds it in his palm so that the label catches the light.
One down.
Crookshanks' meowing draws him out of his reverie and he hurries back over to the other side of the counter. The ginger cat is sitting proudly next to a similar small bottle with his wee chest puffed out and Katsuya nods quickly before picking it up as well.
"What a clever cat you are." His Japanese accent slips in a bit thicker with the soft murmur before he remembers himself and holds out the bottle of Patchouli.
"I've no idea how much of each she needs so I'll purchase both of the bottles whole. Just a moment."
He's off to ask the clerk which type of currency is accepted here so he can convert his own at a small machine just outside of the store before coming back in to pay for both bottles. They're each wrapped in thick paper to protect them from being jostled and nestled into a plastic bag that Katsuya gratefully accepts before coming back to fetch Crookshanks.