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Crrreeeeeeeeeeeeee-clacka-clacka-clackaclackaclack!
Whizzing by, hair all over her face, Lyla has decided that if she ever needs to buy a way of transportation, it will be the shopping cart.
Best invention. By far. She loves like kicking the ground to a start and then like putting her feet on that cold back bar and just... riding. Ridding the shopping cart—oh, what a cool cat she is. Cool bird? Barbaric... bird? Well. Lyla's a human, so she should really stop with that.
Vwrrrrr—bRRRrRrrschhhhhhhh!
Ow! Ow! Aw! Heck! Stu! Pid! Stu! Piiiiiiid! Stupid Lylaaaaaaaa!
There's a voice following behind her, with the clack of hooves on tile. Just a murmuring, one that Lyla almost can't pick up, but she does pick up on all those apologies for her friend who's a little...well. Out there.
Heeey! Okay, that's a little much! She's sorry for messing up, now please take back those meanie words!
Fauna's soft brown dress presses against the shopping cart, toting it backwards, then against the girl who was crushed into both the wall and a small stack of boxes boasting of some appliance they don't need. Boxes everywhere. A few dents. She'll just... try to pull at their bumps and their bruises... but if they don't come out... w-well, they'll have to position the boxes on their little pedestal like they weren't dented. Y-Yeah..!
A bit of brushing at Lyla's face, and her aquamarine orbs manage to work themselves open. "Hhhhn... Man... Fauna..." Wince. "Fauna... did you have to call me... 'out there'?"
Her friend stutters. "U-Uh! S-Sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way... I just meant that... well... s-sometimes things happen, a-and that's okay..!"
"Yeah, yeah... well, I guess everyone's a little out there then, because I am not the only one in the whole universe that makes mistakes." Lyla sneezes then.
Without pushing and riding the shopping cart again, they move on. Fauna's steering now. They go kinda slow.
There's already a few things inside: five or six red-and-pink streamer packets—on sale, because it's, y'know, August, in Butterfly; three cupcake packs; a punch bowl; punch mix; this really cute heart-printed tablecloth; aaaand that's about it for now. Lyla wants to find a disco ball. Fauna thinks that's not a good idea.
And Fauna was going to make the food, but Lyla wanted to have this precious V-Day tomorrow night, and it's already late afternoon... and it'll be a lot of preparation tomorrow... and Fauna has to get enough sleep or she won't dance! As per Lyla's instruction.
They found Keke before coming to the supermarket. Told him about tomorrow—he's coming. Well... of course. Psh. And he'll tell Digby and some of the others, too, if he can get them to come.
"Fireworks. Fauna, look." She points at the the little table in front of them, holding exactly that. And outrageously low prices.
That causes the doe's demeanor to slip, but she also doesn't know if getting fireworks for the brunette's gonna help matters... Lyla's kinda crazy... letting her light fireworks doesn't sound like a very good idea... umm, compromise, compromise... "O-Okay! But only if you let someone who isn't you light them."
The girl complains, but she also picks a couple packs from the little table, because she'd rather have fireworks anyways. Man, Fauna, why'd you have to do that?
They stop around, picking up some balloons... a few different kinds of refreshments... chocolates—duh! Chocolates! Gotta hand out chocolates to the people you like!
Counting everything they've already decided over, coming up with the price... Fauna takes in a sharp breath. "I-I think we could afford one of those light things you wanted, but... but not a disco ball. And we'd have to rent the light thing, because I feel very surely about us not affording its full price... heh. But—but we could rent one for tonight... or, well, I guess two nights—tomorrow! Eheh, and that's still really exciting, right?"
Lyla nods dutifully. It is exciting. Maybe she'll leave it on in the town hall tonight, scare Isabelle with—naw, that's pretty low. Now, if Deli told her it was a good idea... but he didn't. So she probably shouldn't. You know? She really probably shouldn't. Oh. Just like with the fireworks.
Freaking smart people dictating her life... well. When they don't give her advice, or she doesn't follow it, she done messes up, so... she should shut up now. Speaking of advice that hasn't been followed—oh, the buddy rule. She—she's been doing well with it now... but... what was it that Jaxk guy said when they first... wow, that was so long ago... five or six weeks by now, or something crazy like that...
But he mentioned it again on that Halloween... oof... Who is that guy, right? Isabelle can say his name right. And that—that cat thing! The Katie! Right... that's so weird. Only special characters can say it, huh? But Isabelle doesn't call it a good special, does she?
Oh whatever. Lyla doesn't know...
She just looks over, and she kinda stares at Fauna, and once the deer looks away from the shopping cart and toward her she smiles. Just a little bit. Everything's edged in darkness, a sort of sleepiness that pulls at her body and pulls her down now, what with her great gaping lack of any kind of rest... and everything sort of aches in that form... but... all the same—all the same—she smiles.
"Heheh..." Softly, eyes averted, Fauna giggles. "Silly..."
Stupid...
After taking up one of those strobe light machine things, they load up their cart and find one of those cash register dudes. Looks like one of the villager's jobs, huh... so that's how economy is when it's not raw material... right? Huh.
The guy gives them a look: showing up with blatantly Valentine's-themed items in August, not to mention a few packs of fireworks and a light machine is probably one of the stranger checkouts. But other than that they get through everything fine. Hardly any bells left, though—some five hundredsomething. So basically broke. Well. She hasn't gotten the hang of hunting for wild animals just yet, she can learn more about it sometime... h-hoo boy...
In the end, that's not what matters.
They got things done.
It's all coming together.
Oh, what a show they'll be playing... what a show indeed.
"Can we have a sleepover and just do preparations when we wake up tomorrow?"
"Oh? E-Eheh! Of course!"
Only, eheh, of course, Lyla won't be sleeping that night. But... it's a comfort if none else to have someone there. She'll... She'll be okay. She'll figure it out.
