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His nose twitched and he licked his lips nervously, his small round limbs trembling slightly as he looked around the packed store, the rows of toys of all shapes and every description. Part of it was excitement, the thrill of being let loose in a shop where everything was bright or soft, or shiny or flashed and beeped and everything seemed to demand his attention. He looked back at the door and considered fleeing back to his guardian who was just picking up some grocery's in the next shop because the other part of him was almost over taken with the terror of being in a strange place with no one he knew.
But a small child standing in the door way with such a look was clearly not going to be able to stay like that for long. He almost yelped as he felt someone touch his arm and look round to see the brightly smiling assistant.Her name tag flashing at him pronouncing the women as 'Vicky' "hello, are you lost?" she asked him gently as he mole child pulled away from her touch. Taren frowned and then shook his head. But she continued to look at him expectantly with light hazel eyes that were unsettling him. And she kept smiling with too white teeth and she was reaching to take him arm again.

Taren skittered back. "she's coming in a minute.Going to look at the toys now." he promised, half mumbled under his breath nervously before he dashed down the aisle. Looking back as he lost himself in the towering shelf structures. And he felt a certain security in them, they reminded him of his tunnels, and he was always safe in those earthy structures. It helped him relax enough to take and interest in the toys around him. There seemed to be something of everything here and he picked up a army many sitting on a nearby shelf. He turned it delicately in his long clawed fingers, moving each of the joints, examining it. Action figures and the like didn't appeal to him really, so he didn't have many but this was covered in the earthy greens and browns of which he was quite fond. So it had caught his eye. However as he turned it his claw accidentally pressed down on the small black button on the figures hip. "Quick March!" the toy bellowed suddenly. Taren yelped aloud this time and barley managed to hang onto the action man. Not wanting to drop it and break it. But he quickly shoved it back on the shelf his heart beating that little bit faster as he moved on. Everything seemed far more scary on his own but his guardian was trying her best to make him that little more independant as he grew and as she said, she was only next door. Still, now Taren remembered what he didn't like about action figures.

His sandaled feet shuffled along the carpet as he started moving again and of course it wasn't long before something else caught his eye. This was a small television. Stuck on a top shelf it showed a demonstration of the products sold below. Yoyo's. Taren watched and as it was no doubt meant to do grow more anamoured by the wide array of spectacular tricks being shown. Large eyes blinking as he picked out the test toy that had been taken from it's packet for that purpose and slowly unwound it once so he could slip the small loop over one of his claws. Then he let go. A smile on his face as he watched it spin down to the bottom of it's own accord. But then it stooped, spinning itself round the wrong way at the bottom of the string. Taren frowned. It wasn't meant to do that. He looked back at the video and noticed that every time the yoyo rolled back up the controller gave a small flick of his hand. The small mole boy in all his innocence repeated the movement, but instead of rolling back up the string snapped.

His sharp little claw had split it easily and it lay on the floor, thr rope limp on top of it like a dead snake. The mole boy stared in horror at what he had done. Oh he didn't mean to break it. Before he knew it his eyes were already wet and tears threatened without falling. He didn't mean to! He picked up the broken yo yo and looked around helplessly. What now?

Standing in the middle of the LEGO section stood a very, very large cat-man with a talking pig curiously browsing all the bright colored blocks. The cat man, Deet, had only been in the care of the pig boy for a short period of time, and had noticed several things: One, he was much more quiet and reserved than Nihilo. Two, he seemed more interested in puzzles and blocks than his snake brother, who was more interested in building blocks only when he was destroying them with his Godzilla toys, and not only because of these things, though they were good indicators, Deet also noted that Leonard seemed rather bright for such a young child.

While Deet was comparing his two adopted children, some thing parents claim they never do but all seem to secretly, he noticed the smiling pig boy was tugging on his leg holding a brightly decorated box of LEGOs.

"Found some thing you want, eh?" Deet said, kneeling down and taking the box. He checked the price tag: Pricey, yes, but still in his price range.

"Is it okay?" Leonard asked. Deet smiled at his son. Deet knew he couldn't say no the chubby young boy.

"Its perfect." Deet said, putting it under his arm as he got to his feet, taking Leonard's hand (or at least attempting: Deet's height made the whole "hold my hand" thing rather difficult). The two were making their way towards the register, when Leonard spotted a boy with glasses, much larger than his father's, looking like he was about to cry, standing over the poor remnants of a YoYo that was lost in the prime of its shelf life.

Leonard let go of his father's hand, making his way over to the poor boy, picking up the plastic Yoyo part.

Tryst stopped her tugging when she came to the end of an aisle that had two boys in it. Two funny looking ones, which is what made her pause longer then she had for the other sections. They were both bent over something, and the darker skinned child seemed unhappy about something.

Letting go of Rysha's hand, Tryst slithered down the aisle, her scales making soft swishing scrapes on the tiled floor. She stopped next to the larger boy, peering around his shoulder at what they were looking at. A broken yoyo, the string cut off.

"What's wrong? Did it break?" She asked, her voice soft, with a faint reptilian hiss in her words.

((sorry about the delay I was sure I responded to this. sweatdrop ))


Taren looked a little like he might cry. Oh how he hated doing anything to displease people that resulted in any kind of scoling, esspicaly if people raised there voices and now two people had seen, he'd meet nice snakes before, like the one in front of him an so he wasn't to scared of her as she hadn't greeted him with any kind of threatening gesture or move that didn't stop him from jumping almost a foot when she suddenly appeared behind him. "Yes, it an accident." he confirmed miserably. "shhh shh don't tell anyoneI fix it, i will, I fix it. " he insisted hurriedly and picked up the broken toy and taking each side of the string he tried tp tie it tongether, an easier said than done task when your nails (claws) were the biggest part of your hands and not the most manoverable things in the world.

For a few moments through the mole boy tried his hardest to fix the two ends back together, his tounge appearing over the left side of his bottom lip at he did so, however as mentioned before the nature of his hands increased the diffculty ten fold and after a moment he fumbled with it and lost his grip, the smooth plastic case flying up from his grasp like soap, falling to the floor and rolling along the aile. Taren's eyes went wide and he looked at the other two. "quickly, help me get it!" he begged before toddling after it as fast as his short legs could take him.