projectroxas | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ jabs a finger towards said map, as if they're going on some magical journey. ]

Onward, then, my poofy friend!

[ gives him a little nudge. ]

Lead us, oh great prince.

[ does as he's told, but blinks down at her anyway. ]

You think I'm a prince?

[ ...? why's lyssa so surprised? his dad was obviously some kind of tyrant king & his mother was the beautiful fairy queen. that made lyssa a prince, right? not to mention-- ]

That's what everyone calls you.

Yeah, maybe, but you're not grouped with them. You're my favorite, so you should probably call me something else.

[ oh.

okay.

then there's just the thing: ] Stable boy. [ her ponies' favourite person. ]

Stable boy? [ thinks. repeats underneath his breath: ] Stable boy...

[ nods when he deems it appropriate enough, beaming down at her. ]

Suits me just fine. Very well, then, I am your mighty stable boy!

[ he likes it! that's good.

when they get to the map, she peers down at it. quickly locating the store in question, she taps it with a finger. ]

Course is charted. [ further onward? ]

[ does his own share of looking, nodding at her unspoken words. ]

Let's go get those ponies!

[ turns them in the right direction, happily sipping at his bubbletea as they waddle onward. ]

[ almost sipping at hers non-stop as they proceed forward. ]

I wonder how many. . . [ that she doesn't have, can afford, take home. ]

Mm I'm not sure, Amanda. Your pony collection is already quite... [ excessive, the largest i've ever seen--. ] ... extensive.

Do you think I'll ever be the best in the world?

I think that you can be whatever you want to be.

I just want to be that. The best pony collector that I can be. [ the best in the universe is her real goal, but she's lacking the funds for the limited edition ponies, probably. it's best to be realistic. ]

And I'll help you on your quest, of course. [ siiiip. ] Besides, you're already getting close, you know. I don't think anyone else has a custom made My Little Pony dress.

That's going to be passed down in my family. [ forever & ever. down to her daughter or her son, if she ends up having kids. if she doesn't, she'll adopt a kid just so that the dress could continue bringing joy to the next generation. she swears it. ]

[ ... ]

I'm sure your children will be as delighted as you are.

[ of course they will be. it's ponies.

speaking of, she gives him a little bump to the right when she sees the store coming up, silently signaling him to turn once they get to their stop. ]

Closing day sale. [ hopefully there are some good ponies left over that she could adopt... ]

[ & he looks in that direction, turning into said store before stopping and letting her go. ~~run free, little pony-!~~ hums in thought, peering around. ]

I wonder if they'll have anything I'd want...

[ sorry, lyssa, she's busily running free, shuffling over to a shelf to immediately scan it.

then the next shelf.

then the next one.

then the last one. then she's looping back to the first one to go through the merchandise more slowly. already, there're several ponies that she might want to adopt in her arms, cradled against her chest as if they're her babies. all the while? she's humming the my little pony theme song under her breath. ]

[ while he just wanders around, picking up what is left of the cleaned-out shelves to observe whatever happens to land into a hand. looks over the current item, studies it-- no, he doesn't think that a dora the explorer toy would be useful to his studies.

gingerly puts it back on the shelf, lifting a hand to pat her head. sorry, dora... ]

[ she seems to have narrowed down her choices to three medium-sized plushie-ponies. one of them is a pegasus! that one is a definite, but she's unsure about the gothic one & this oddly coloured orange one...

scurries on over to show lyssa her spoils, puffing out her chest along with the ponies.

hey, lyssa. what do you think? ]

[ when she comes over he's holding a large sketchbook (with multi-colored pages, of course) and some crayons, deciding he might as well grab it while it's there ~~and looking so lost and lonely amongst the other neat-o toys...~~ blinks when amanda comes on over, peering down at her selection in what seems to be deep thought.

thinks. thinks some more. gives her the thumbs up after the dramatic silence. ]

I give you my stamp of approval! But don't you have more that you want?

[ she wants the whole pony section... ]

This is appetizer.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

1/2

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject