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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 2:22 pm
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It was that time of year again, and Polair wasn't in a good mood-- as always. 12th pedigree was always a time for trolls to foolishly go out of their way to waste a ridiculous amount of beetles and satisfy their never-ending desire to get things. This sweep, however, things were just worst. One of Polair's favorite Alternian sociologist had anticipated this madness in their latest audiobook- Merry 12th. SALE!! SALE!! SALE!! BUY!! BUY!! BUY!! That's all she could here, even out in the ocean!
"For glub's sake..." She huffed as she found her way to the mall, fixing up her scarf so the exposed part of her face was covered. Something else she hated besides the consumeristic behavior was the cold weather. She would ruin her aquatic respiratory system if she didn't wear multiple layers of clothes-- which she had to BUY. She couldn't even wear sheer during this time and worst, the seadweller was forced to get a haircut by her lusus. Definitely, WORST TIME TO CELEBRATE SUCH A SELFISH HOLIDAY.
Trying to find an adequate shop to get... gifts, Polair angrily recalled the reasons she was doing this. Since she had opened up to a few trolls during her kiddie years, and actually kept in touch with them, the highblood was forced to get them something special, as they all seemed hyped about shopping things for their friends and parents. She never had to go through that until now, Claud was always easy to please whenever she gave him something-- a dead animal usually did the trick. But could she give her friends dead things without creeping them out?
"Probably Natash wouldn't mind a bug... a dead one however..." She murmured as she send a weak echolocation pulse with her bangle to keep on moving. "And what about..." Ugh, Buffel... What could she possibly give him? She wandered around until she reached Giggle's Mirthland, not expecting to find someone she knew there.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 5:50 pm
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It wasn't Fletch's first Perigree's Eve, but it was the first time Toothdad had let him out to shop and choose actual presents for people in the run up! Not that um, Fletch knew who he was actually choosing presents for. He didn't actually know too many people...Hm, still presents were a great way to get to know people!!!! He could just get lots of little gifts and then hand them out to like his uh, neighbours or schoolfeed mates with a little note!!! Yes!!!!! Brilliant plan if he did say so himself.
So he'd ventured out suitably wrapped up - even wearing the stupid, horrible, hateful footwraps toothdad insisted he wear when it was cold - to the mall. And oh boy had there been a lot of people. Like. A plethora of people, yes that was a good word. Normally this would mean Fletch would turn around and go home. But today he was DETERMINED. Well, that and he'd caught sight of Mirthland. Mirthland was possibly Fletch's whole aesthethic in a neat little store. Well, we say 'neat', but that's not really that accurate. Mirthland's sorting system was whimsical at best. Which really, only made it more Fletch's deal, really.
Toothdad snapped his teeth shut on Fletch's coat as his child began to make a beeline for the store, squeaking words of caution. Fletch hummed reassurances, and the pair entered the store, Toothdad eyeing the way Fletch was bouncing on his toes suspciously. Well, at least it was better then them freaking out about the amount of people there.
That didn't last, however. A little while later, a wide-eyed Fletch was clutching onto ToothDad's fur very, very tightly, obviously minutes away from a meltdown. Toothdad cast about for some way of stopping it, and squeaked in glee as he saw a familiar face. That was Fletch's learning-help-adult, therefore she could be trusted to help with his wriggler. Squeaking constant reassurances at his wriggler, he managed to convince Fletch to go over to her, and then nipped at him gently when Fletch did nothing but sort of....stare.
"Ow! Oh. Huh. Hey Miss Rision, how are you on this mirthful ********' day?"
Fletch did not sound very mirthful. |
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