Øystein was sitting on the stool at the counter, reading a magazine since it was a slow day in the shop. His hands idly firmly gripped his denim-clad thighs, the chime of the entry doorbell brought him back to reality. He sat up as he saw Faust. “Why, hello." He'd mutter, pushing the hair from his face as his eyes averted down to the filled pillowcase hung over faust’s shoulder. "What do you have now? More old weapons?” Faust stopped at the counter, dropping the bag and planting his palms on the counter firmly as he stared at Øystein. “No, it's a vampire.” Faust bluntly responded. Øystein looked down at the bag, an unamused look not failing to adorn on his face. He glanced back up at Faust incredulously, thinking it was a lousy joke. “Really.” “Yes,” Øystein let out a slow sigh, stroking his thighs slightly as he sat up, scooting closer to the counter. He already had to deal with Varg’s hyperborean nonsense, but now Faust has clearly gone under the same spell. He continued watching with the same unimpressed expression as Faust unveiled the comically sized egg, tossing its pillowcase to the side.

Øystein would bring his gaze back up to Faust as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for the apparent punchline to this joke. “You spent my money on a toy? We're already poor.” Faust huffed as he glanced up at Øystein, his eyes flickering back down to the egg as he picked it up. Faust: “I got it for free with my DVD. Thought it might be worth a chance.”

In perhaps a matter of fate, Varg strode right inside, clearly angry about something. Øystein looked up at Varg, speaking up before Varg had the chance to go on a spew.“Ah, Varg. Perfect timing. Come crack open Faust’s little dinosaur egg.” Varg let out a scoff as he pushed past Faust, moving to the counter. "Dinosaur egg? What bullshit. Move.” He raised his fist & slammed it into the egg, easily shattering it but also causing an eggshell to draw a line of blood across your face. You wailed, your little fangs showing themselves in your gummy mouth. "Oh, no. No. No way."