It’s amazing what you can find at a second-hand store.
Proto adores thrift shops. People always get rid of the most interesting things: porcelain dolls with cracked faces, broken music boxes, old mercury thermometers, wind-up pocket watches whose numbers were drawn in lead paint, incredibly well preserved taxidermy ferrets. You can’t buy this sort of stuff anywhere else and each new thing he finds to hoard away in his collection is priceless.
Occasionally he finds things that, while not particularly interesting or priceless, have a certain set value that makes them worth picking up. He comes across objects that people didn’t have room for, heirlooms that they didn’t want, familial hand-me-downs that wouldn’t match their interior decorating. Proto turns them over and looks for stamps, signatures, or personal touches that no one else bothered to look for before they decided to get rid of them.
He’s only watched a handful of antiquing shows, but he does rather well for himself.
He’s quick to bring his findings to the people who will not only appreciate their worth but will also kindly them off of his hands for a profitable sum.
And what does he do with this money? He saves it up for something special.
Proto’s been eyeing a Head Crusher, one of his favourite medieval torture devices, for a while now.
He can’t wait to see the look on Pitch and Pitcher’s faces when he brings it home.