What did you get a girl who had everything?
In this specific case it wasn't even an exaggeration. Alifax hadn't been inside Frossa's hive very many times but 'everything' summed it up very well. It was constantly packed to the brim with...well, things. He was pretty sure even
Frossa didn't have an accurate inventory of her own possessions, and that was daunting when it came to gifts. Well, he had the rings, of course. And...not much else for her, unless she wanted a fireworks display, or for him to carry her around. He was fine with both of those things, if it was for
her.
But it'd have been nice if he could provide for her the way she provided for him. Sure, Frossa's taste in baubles was wildly divergent from Alifax's own - that didn't mean she didn't own useful things. Like the bandages: they'd ended up being far more functional than they'd looked (which was not at all). Frossa deserved
some sort of return for those. The thing was, Alifax was pretty sure he had no idea how Real Romance worked. A sweep ago he'd won an award for sloppily carving a slab of raw meat into a heart shape, and Frossa would certainly appreciate something similar (if they shared any hobby other than FLARP it was a healthy appreciation for meat). But he wanted to get her something that'd last, too.
So he'd purchased himself a ticket for the next train to New Hemisect City, because the thing about shopping for your moirail (kind of moirail? Potential moirail? Something like that.) was that you didn't want to run into her while you were doing it. It was now well past midnight, and Alifax was about to enter the third independent specialized accessory business on his search for something that could mean a
little more to Frossa than just another piece of junk for the considerable hoard.
Looks That Kill, it was called, and from a glance in the window he could already see some of Frossa's trademarks: fluffy round things, jangly metal bits, oversized bows, and spikes so sharp you couldn't see the point.
Yeah, this place had potential. If he could get away from any employees looking to advise him on a makeover, anyway.
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