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"Then can I interest you in some bergamot or frankincense essential oils to balance your chi with?"

Hey, he doesn't know what he's saying, but he's really good at bullshitting this stuff now.

"My what?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression that looked too genuine to actually be genuine.

"How many do you sell with that pitch?"

Cheerfully, "you'd be surprised, really."

But then, many of the people came into the shop really already bought into that sort of thing, he was just telling them what they wanted to hear.

He's fairly certain that he's squandered away whatever chi he might have had many years ago, and that wasn't why he'd come anyway.

"Do I seem off-kilter to you?"

Justin holds a hand to his temple and closes his eyes, "mmmmm, I don't know...your aura suggests you could use some balancing." He opens his eyes again, "how do you feel about tightropes?"

"Maybe I'll use a different cologne next time," he replied wryly. His wandering eyes caught what he was looking for just then, and he made his way over to the diffusion sticks.

"Hmm. Which... flavour would you recommend for masking the decaying scent of dead people?" Michael asked nonchalantly while reading the back of a box.

"I wouldn't recommend tasting it," he says dryly for the flavor comment.

And then a shrug, "go with really strong vanilla so everybody just thinks you're a terrible chooser of scented oil."

"I would, except I'd like to be able to breathe in the room when I open the box." He picked up another bottle and started reading the label.

"What do you think about Patchouli?"

Justin laughs, "only if you seriously want people to think you're a hippie. Might want to grow your hair out too, for that."

No, seriously, the image is hilarious.

"I've never had long hair," he confessed. Even during the decades when it had been fashionable. It'd been painful enough having short hair that could be barely gripped into.

"Not sure I want to start anytime soon... what about lavender?"

"Does anybody actually like lavender? I always thought it was just a joke."

Justin shrugs, "why not just go manly and get 'evergreen'?" More expected of someone like Michael, right?

"Only in the bathroom, if the popular ranges are anything to go by." He picked up the bottle of evergreen scent and didn't seem to give it much thought before taking it to the counter.

"Not sure if evergreen is 'manly', but it'll do."

A slight pause. A small twitch of an eyebrow, undecided about whether to go up or towards the centre. It finally decided it had better stay where it was and leave the arduous task of human expression to all the parts below it.

Lips curling at the corners, a spark of warm amusement in the eyes.

"I hadn't pegged you for the esoteric type."

Oh, but he was so close to getting a laugh out of young Mr. Winston. Well, a smile will have to do.

"I'd like to think that it's as valid an excuse as any." Which was to say, there wasn't really an excuse for why the place looked like the aftermath of a typhoon.

"Do come in. I'm sure I can offer you a drink and an empty chair to sit on, at the very least."

"Is that why my work surfaces are organized chaos?" Greylan asks lightly, his tone amused. "Cause I'm a pisces?"

"Well, that's what I keep telling everyone." Yes, there was such a thing as organised chaos if you could navigate your way around your own mess and still find what you were looking for without too much digging or shuffling around.

"Unless you've got a better excuse?"

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