after hours

we had an interesting customer today. he said his name was triptolemus, and that he needed a gun. he also said to tell him if i saw any puppets of the human variety. i said we at the night shop make sure our customers stay in one piece. (for as long as they're our customers, anyways. wink, wink.)

the guy was clearly an angel. he had this look in his eyes that felt... driven. also, the chthonic nickname and the tattoo of two triangles overlapping were pretty much dead giveaways. but hey. eyes. those are cool too, i guess.

dude was real tall, by the way. real thin, too. i gave him some extra food, along with the gun.

oh, yeah, the gun. that's probably the main thing, huh? well, anyways, that happened. he asked me for a gun, along with the declined request, and i gave it to him. we at the night shop like to ask for unusual things sometimes. (no, we're not some sort of weird reverse prostitutes who make people have sex with us in exchange for equipment and information. get your head out of the gutter.) i figured money would do this time, though.

well, more like i gave him a reduced price. i didn't ask for his firstborn, or whatever. just his name.

apparently his real name is—

secret.

that's what it is.

i wouldn't rat on a customer.

(you can't see, but i'm winking right as i write this. it is a wink of utmost mischief and schadenfreude.)