Wandering into the General Goods Store across the street from the Hip, you realize it's more empty than you'd have expected. There's nobody behind the counter and no one's come in to browse for anything. You think for a second that you just walked in when they're closed, but then a smooth voice comes from behind the curtain that you can only assume hides the storage room.

Ah, sorry about that. Didn't realize we had a customer.

&The face behind the voice is a somewhat familiar one. He's an orange fox, bright green eyes with a camera draped around his neck. He gives you an earnest smile, although it's somewhat strained.*

If you need any help browsin', just give me a holler.