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WHO: Cyril and OPEN
WHAT: The first time that Cyril has opened his stall for a long time but he seems distracted rather than engaging others the way he usually does.
WHEN: A week or so after Sina's death
WHERE: The Gallows - Specifically Cyril's stall at the Gallows.
NOTES: This might eventually result in some discussions of grief and parental death. Close CR might get him to talk a bit about what happened in Pel's nightmare too so all of those warnings may apply.

It has been nearly a month since Cyril has been at his stall. First business with the Inquisition had pulled him away, then a shortage of supplies, then Sina's death and everything surrounding it. Finally, though, he has some wares out to be bought by any who are interested.

There are some basic traps, spring loaded traps, and then, as always, his puzzle boxes. The different items are organized carefully on the table and displayed for any who happen by. Usually, Cyril would be playing with one of the boxes to show how they work, or engaging with those who paused at the stall.

Now, though, he focuses on a sketch he's working on. When someone comes by he smiles at them, and offers pleasant conversation, but rather than being his usually vibrant self he seems a bit withdrawn. He sits by the stall and works on drawing the shape of a woman's face.

If anyone manages to catch what he's working on, they may notice that she resembles him. Or rather, that he resembles her. He had inherited most of his looks from her after all.

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Seeing Cyril at his stall, Prompto detours from his intended destination and meanders on over. Cheery as always, he approaches the stall with a smile, inspecting what Cyril has to offer. Traps wouldn't be a bad investment, given that he's a scout and all. There's just the matter of using them and not accidentally trapping his own foot or something.

"Hey-a, Cyril! I didn't know you made traps." This is what he gets for not paying attention more. As he glances over at the elf to wave, he then finally notices what he's doing. "Or that you draw."

Cyril looks up at Prompto and smiles. He is always pleased to see such a pretty face.

"Oh, yes. I was a Hunter with my Clan so I made them even back them, but since moving to the Inquisition I was able to greatly improve my skills. If you're interested in a few I could give you a friendly discount."

He considers the drawing he's working on and then shrugs. "As for the drawing part, I'm not certain how good I am at it. I'm attempting to capture something from memory and I doubt I'll ever be perfectly happy with it."

"Well, gotta say, they could be handy when I'm out scouting." He's not a great hunter, nor a great fisherman, so having traps out to catch food would go a long ways to help out. "Any you'd recommend specifically for trapping animals?"

The drawing looks pretty decent, at least to Prompto. "Looks good to me. Is that a relative? She looks like you a bit." He's guessing either a sister or his mother.

"My mother," Cyril responds after a moment. He doesn't really seem like he wants to explain more than that though, so instead he focuses on the traps.

"This one should be pretty good for animals. I used something similar to it to trap rabbits and other small animals for my Clan, though this is a bit more advanced than what I had access to back then..." he offers as he points out the one he means.

"Although, I have to admit I'm curious about what kind of advancements they have where you are from."

"She's pretty." But that's all Prompto says. Given how more subdued Cyril seems (at least to him? judging by their last encounter? but really he doesn't know him well enough to suss that out for certain).

"To be honest, it's not much different from here. At least from what I've seen." In terms of traps, anyway. Sure, different weapons for the hunts, but traps mostly remain the same. "Stronger materials, but same concept." He saw them scattered about while doing hunts.

At the talk of materials, though, Cyril perks up a bit. "Stronger materials? What sort of materials?"

He honestly can't help but feel curious about the technology in other worlds. He thinks if he can discover some things about them, he could make life much easier for those in Thedas.

"Reinforced steel, mostly. And probably still some iron ones around, though steel's more common." He pauses, tilting his head as he considers. "Maaaaaybe plastic? Like the super strong stuff, but even that would be for like, smaller animals."

Cyril raised his eyebrow at that word. "Plastic? What exactly is plastic?"

Now that... is a good question. Prompto has to think of how to explain it to someone else who's never heard of it. "It's... kind of weird. It's not wood or metal. But it's super durable, and cheap to produce, so you find it everywhere."

"It's... artificial? Is it like jeans?" Jeans he has a reference for because Kirk had stumbled upon so many of them. The material had felt so unlike anything he'd encountered before, even while managing to be somehow be so similar.

"Yeah, artificial! That's a good word for it." He almost asks how Cyril knows about those, but then he remembers Kirk and the pile of jeans he came back with. "Yeah, it's not something you find in nature."

"I liked jeans. They make Kirk's behind look so good. And when he can convince Sam to wear them we both get to enjoy the show..." Cyril says thoughtfully, completely obvious to the fact that talking so openly about ogling his partner might make someone else embarrassed.

The image of Sam in jeans is enough to cheer him up a bit though.

Prompto's cheeks go a shade red, but otherwise he remains composed. "Well, jeans are pretty good at accenting assets, if you know what I mean." Butts and legs look damn good, in the right jeans. "And they're durable. So practical and good looking."

The blush doesn't escape Cyril and he can't help but enjoy it. "I bet you look great in jeans, don't you?" he asks.

He sees what you're doing there, Cyril. Despite the lingering blush, he manages to keep a cheerful, even confident tone as he answers, "In the right cut, I've been known to rock a pair pretty nicely."

Cyril leans a little closer. "Hopefully more will fall out of Rifts and we'll be able to see that."

"Weeeeeell, that'd be nice, but I did happen to catch Kirk when he came back with them. He gave me a few pairs for free." Prompto doesn't wear them terribly often, since they make him stick out, but every once in awhile he'll don them, just to have a feel of home.

"And you haven't shown them off?" Cyril asked, playfully pretending to be scandalized. "I feel as if I may be missing out on a life changing view."

"Well, jeans kind of make me stick out around here, and I do that enough." After how many times he's been denied service around the city for being a rifter, he really doesn't want to draw more attention to himself. "But sometimes I wear them around the Gallows."

Cyril sombers up a bit at that. He really hates how much people judge others for things they can't help.

"Next time you do, if you catch me staring you'll know why."

Such is life for rifters. And elves. And Qunari. And dwarves. And mages. Basically anyone who isn't a mundane human. ...why does Thedas have to be so damn judgy?

"Noted. Let me know if my butt looks kinda shapely in it, or if it's my legs." He's got people to impress, and his ego can always use a boost. "Gotta know how to rock it, yeah?"

"You're asking me to compliment your body, Prompto? Are you prepared for that. I wouldn't want you to pass out as the blood rushes to your head to make your cheeks that find red color," Cyril replies, teasing very gently.

Oh look, he's blushing. Even though he's trying really hard not to. Damn involuntary physical reactions. "Only if it's worth complimenting. Just asking for your opinion. Really!"

Cyril openly looked Prompto over then. "Hm, trust me. You are absolutely worth complimenting."

Prompto dramatically waves his hand at him. "Oh, I bet you say that to all the boys," he teases with a laugh.

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