[Kindness/Gratitude] Not All Heroes Wear Capes (But Most Do)

[Chrystali]

"Gaudy."

A hideous bride costume was ripped down from its hanger and thrown over the babben's back with a toss of her head, her face twisted into a perpetual scowl of distaste. She bypassed most of the plastic-heavy costumes (horror movie masks, monstrous faces with impossible proportions) and aimed mostly for the ones that were cloth or pliable leather.

"Insulting."

A Robin's Hood costume was yanked down and added to the small pile on her back, spitting out a feather that got stuck between her teeth. Blegh. Ugly and cheaply made. At least, in her hooves, these horrific beasts would become a thing of beauty. She wasn't tooting her own horn, but she was literally made for this. It may be shabby chic, but it was better than garbage slumlord threads.

Catwalk passed a princess outfit, paused, and closed her eyes; fighting with whatever image she saw in her head, she groaned quietly, counting backwards from five before she snapped it off the rack. "Mortifying," she growled between the fabric in her teeth. She was loathe to use it, but she could use it, and so she would.

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have a cranky child

 

[Atmadja]

Well. Iron Chef said to catsit for the day because sweet, gentle Alton Browncat was doing something or another--giving her terrible trouble, Iron had said, but Crack'd was so sure that couldn't have been it. Alton was such a giving, kind soul. A touch inquisitive, perhaps, but was that really so bad?



Alton Browncat licked his paw and trotted forward--or, well, not really forward, more like sort of zig-zagged. He took the harness admirably well, Crack'd thought. He really did have to be one of the very smartest and best of cats! Such a clever thing to be walked so easily like a dog--only one small incident where he'd zoomed up that tree after a squirrel. But wasn't that terribly like a dog as well?

Alton seemed interested in a costume store, which Crack'd thought perhaps wouldn't be the very BEST idea in the world... but who was she to argue with the kitty on his only day out? She pushed into the store and smiled at the attendant.

"I hope you allow cats?" she said with a smile, nodding down at the cat already straining to hide beneath a pile of tutus.  

[Chrystali]

"Of course they allow cats," Catwalk piped up from where she was down an aisle, not even able to see the Phony or said cat but be damned if she wouldn't put in her two cents. "They have pet costumes here, albeit tacky, they better be okay with animals."

The white filly trotted out of where she'd been buried in her business, dark eyes finding the equally dark babben that had asked the question. And there, beneath the heinous frill of sickly tutu, was a spotted feline tail. Catwalk could almost smile, but not with a mountain of costumes on her back. "Right?" She shot the owner a look, knowing animals probably weren't actually allowed but the rule was unfair and unjust. They were pets! The worst they could do was scratch up the costumes and really, that'd be an improvement.

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