[pre-Mime Club, Salieri is going to try to get rid of some more of his coins at the vending machine. He's developed a bit of a system for putting them into the machine, standing at the side of it and leaning around to insert them one by one. He neither wants to get buried by trombones or hit in the face with a deer skin, so even though it certainly looks odd, it proves its worth when he avoids being hit by a trumpet that comes out of the machine. The domino mask is at least something new of interest, and he tucks that away just as the next item slides out.
He blinks as he leans down to pick it up, studying the medal a moment, laying it flat in his palm. It's very pretty--and then an amusing thought comes to him, bringing a smirk his face. Salieri knows who he's going to pawn this off--er, give this away to.
There's another clatter on the floor as the final item falls out of the machine. Salieri blinks, bending down to pick it up. His expression morphs into a frown as he recognizes it, straightening, the dagger held carefully in his hand]
knife dad gets a knife
He blinks as he leans down to pick it up, studying the medal a moment, laying it flat in his palm. It's very pretty--and then an amusing thought comes to him, bringing a smirk his face. Salieri knows who he's going to pawn this off--er, give this away to.
There's another clatter on the floor as the final item falls out of the machine. Salieri blinks, bending down to pick it up. His expression morphs into a frown as he recognizes it, straightening, the dagger held carefully in his hand]
What is this doing here?