It takes a great deal of constraint not to let his grin grow too wide when he hears Joel's voice, but Spencer can still feel the happiness radiating from his expression as he looks to the prince with a shy smile. He nods, tucking a tendril of hair that falls into his eyes behind his ear, and points at the sign of the stand he'd been observing that touts 'Potions and Other Oddities.'There are a great number of strange objects, some Spencer recognizes from finding them buried in the sand and others that he's never seen at all, and he's about to pick up one peculiar chain with the charm of an unfamiliar symbol hanging from it when a man--the owner of the stand, seemingly--turns toward them with a bright, friendly smile.
"Hello, there, the name is Shea, and I'll be happy to be of service to you today," the man says, coming out from behind the stand to take a spot beside Spencer. He looks down at the cane with a sympathetic expression before reaching for a small bottle and holding it out for Spencer to see. "I already have a recommendation for you, my friend, a healing potion. It won't quite fix whatever your condition is, but it'll make the pain disappear like it was never there in the first place, doesn't that sound like something you'd want?"
It does, really, and Spencer is already nodding before he realizes he's doing it but then he stops, looking up at the man before sheepishly biting down on his lip with a helpless shrug. He has no money, nothing to offer, and it isn't like being at home where a shell held more value than a coin, though only in beauty.
The man seems to understand his plight, placing a heavy hand down on Spencer's shoulder, making him stagger slightly under the weight. "Don't you worry, maybe your friend here can-- Oh.. Well. Well, well, well, would you look at what we've got here," Shea says, crossing his arms over his chest with a wicked smirk.
Spencer's gaze flickers between them curiously, wondering just how the pair would know each other and trying to ignore the burst of jealousy when he notices the way Shea's eyes travel down the length of Joel's body.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he continues, raising his voice as he takes a step from his cart and garners the attention of passersby, "a prince walks among the peasants today. May we bow in honor of our great majesty, our heir to the throne and mighty kingdom, our most devilishly handsome of royalty, Prince Joel." Shea turns back to them with what seems to Spencer a bit of an evil glint in his eyes. "Come on now, you wouldn't let your little friend suffer like this, would you?"
Spencer tenses at the near-accusation, lowering his head before shifting his body toward Joel and tugging at the prince's sleeve in an effort to convey that they ought to just leave. He hadn't wanted to cause any trouble, that isn't what he'd stopped to listen to Shea's sales attempt for, his interest had simply been piqued by something that might ease the pain in his legs. It isn't necessary, not really, he knows he'll grow accustomed to it with each passing day and gladly so because in the end, it won't have been for nothing. Even if Joel can't make his promise or offer a kiss, the time they spend together now will not have been for nothing.
"Just ten gold pieces for a week's supply, that's all it'll cost you. I don't think that's too much to ask for the sake of his comfort, what do you all think?" Shea gestures at the crowd, urging them for a response, and a few scattered agreements and cheers are returned. "It's guaranteed to work and if it doesn't, you come back and I'll get you another week's worth for another five. You won't find a better deal than that."
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Date: 2015-04-19 12:32 am (UTC)"Hello, there, the name is Shea, and I'll be happy to be of service to you today," the man says, coming out from behind the stand to take a spot beside Spencer. He looks down at the cane with a sympathetic expression before reaching for a small bottle and holding it out for Spencer to see. "I already have a recommendation for you, my friend, a healing potion. It won't quite fix whatever your condition is, but it'll make the pain disappear like it was never there in the first place, doesn't that sound like something you'd want?"
It does, really, and Spencer is already nodding before he realizes he's doing it but then he stops, looking up at the man before sheepishly biting down on his lip with a helpless shrug. He has no money, nothing to offer, and it isn't like being at home where a shell held more value than a coin, though only in beauty.
The man seems to understand his plight, placing a heavy hand down on Spencer's shoulder, making him stagger slightly under the weight. "Don't you worry, maybe your friend here can-- Oh.. Well. Well, well, well, would you look at what we've got here," Shea says, crossing his arms over his chest with a wicked smirk.
Spencer's gaze flickers between them curiously, wondering just how the pair would know each other and trying to ignore the burst of jealousy when he notices the way Shea's eyes travel down the length of Joel's body.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he continues, raising his voice as he takes a step from his cart and garners the attention of passersby, "a prince walks among the peasants today. May we bow in honor of our great majesty, our heir to the throne and mighty kingdom, our most devilishly handsome of royalty, Prince Joel." Shea turns back to them with what seems to Spencer a bit of an evil glint in his eyes. "Come on now, you wouldn't let your little friend suffer like this, would you?"
Spencer tenses at the near-accusation, lowering his head before shifting his body toward Joel and tugging at the prince's sleeve in an effort to convey that they ought to just leave. He hadn't wanted to cause any trouble, that isn't what he'd stopped to listen to Shea's sales attempt for, his interest had simply been piqued by something that might ease the pain in his legs. It isn't necessary, not really, he knows he'll grow accustomed to it with each passing day and gladly so because in the end, it won't have been for nothing. Even if Joel can't make his promise or offer a kiss, the time they spend together now will not have been for nothing.
"Just ten gold pieces for a week's supply, that's all it'll cost you. I don't think that's too much to ask for the sake of his comfort, what do you all think?" Shea gestures at the crowd, urging them for a response, and a few scattered agreements and cheers are returned. "It's guaranteed to work and if it doesn't, you come back and I'll get you another week's worth for another five. You won't find a better deal than that."