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[ 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. ]

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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.

[ looks in the direction that she was previously hunting around in. ]

Can I see the other ponies?

[ takes a hold of the leg of one of the ponies in her arms to do a please go ahead motion. ]

Share if any of them calls to you.

[ waltzes on over to the pony collection, weaving between two children to get to amanda's magical land of happiness and joy. while he's not too keen on ponies ~~at all~~ he's willing to bet that he can pick out one or two that his friend might enjoy.

already saw that one in her room. that one, too... it takes him a while, but he comes back with two more pony toys, lifting them up to show her. ]

Do you like these?

[ blinks. blinks again. starts blinking rapidly as she leans forward to inspect them. then leans back to nod twice. three times. four times.

... you get the idea. ]

You have a good eye. [ obviously, since lyssa is an artist. but an eye for ponies too! ]

[ beams, cradling the ponies carefully as to not distress his friend. tucks his other items under an armpit, glancing at the cash register. ]

You good to go, then?

[ looks back at the shelf in sadness, feeling a little guilty. sorry, ponies. she can't take you all home...

back to lyssa: ] Yeah. Then we can go for lunch. [ & maybe she can come back to this store by herself some other time to look for the fourth time... & possibly a fifth. just in case! ]

[ nods, making a beeline over to their new destination. also happens to glance back at the pony shelves, almost feeling like buying all of them for her... still, he refrains for the sake of being 'normal'. normal people didn't have a ton of money on them at all times, right? right.

lifts one of the ponies up from his arms to play with it a little until it's his turn, placing the items on the counter so he can take out his wallet and card. quickly requests the ponies to be in a separate bag, taking them both when everything is paid for. steps aside to allow amanda to go forth and claim the other ponies. ]

[ ~~kwehs~~ moves on over to place her winnings on the counter, taking out her wallet with the debit card backed by her first paycheck with small relish. she feels rather high, almost sparkly. just 'almost' though, since it's the Law that only lyssa, his family, ponies & gundams may sparkle in this universe.

she's punching in her pin number when her phone chirps. she blinks down at it & takes it out of her purse. a text message? but the only messages she gets are from lyssa, so who's--

oh.

--oooohhh. her dad's having one of those days. oh well... looks toward lyssa. ]

Um. [ holds up her phone so that he can see the message. ] Family emergency. Can we postpone tacos?

[ blinks, moving his face closer to the phone to read the message-- & then instantly looks pathetically sympathetic (if it were his daddy...). makes frantic shooing gestures. ]

Yes, yes, of course! Go on, you have to go to him! Quick, quick, before he makes a mess of himself!

[ pays & collects her ponies before turning to lyssa with an... apologetic expression? at least, she hopes it is, because she really is-- ]

Can I. [ um, ] Get a drive? [ please? ] Please?

[ stares at her for a little bit. blinks. when he finally gets the full picture and snaps out of it: ]

Huh? Oh, yeah! Sorry, I didn't think to-- [ shakes his head, moving past her to wave her on out of the shop. ] Yeah, come on.

[ waddles on out of the shop, the bag of ponies clutched to her chest as she heads for the nearest exit. ]

Ice cream later? If you're free? [ & if lyssa's dad & mom are okay with it? ]

[ is almost jogging at this point, glancing at the remainder of his bubbletea before taking one last long sip of it, chucking it into the nearby trash can. nods down to her as he chews through the tapioca. swallows, and then: ]

Mom and dad'll be out for the evening, I think. I'll be free whenever you're available.