The prompt list for these (if anyone in this beyond-dead fandom is interested) is on my tumblr, which has the same penname as I do on here. Sue me. I'm a simple soul. Enjoy and whatnot.
June 22nd, 2018
Rika Furude shops carefully –always with one eye open, ready to leap to her friend Satoko's aid if ever a shopkeeper starts treating her harshly. Though many give the young miko discounts, and no few offer their wares for free, she always counted out the proper amount of change carefully, her pale fingers carefully counting out silver and copper disks onto counters taller than she was like the delicate legs of a butterfly shaking off pollen.
Satoko shops briskly –a whirlwind of activity and shopping bags, striding with the stiff determination of a soldier on campaign from one sale site to another, carrying her overfull cloth bags like trophies on her arms as they bounce and jostle with her swift strides. Everything is planned to exact detail, up to and including cushion time for the rude clerks and the shopkeepers who always ignore her.
Rena is a distracted shopper –she hardly ever knows if she's coming or going, and interesting things always seem to find their way into her baskets. They may be what she considers "cute", or just a rare little thing that might not be there when she comes again, but her grocery loads are always full to bursting and brightly colorful. If it wasn't for her mother's alimony payments, and a few lectures, Rena might break the banks every time she ventured out the door.
Satoshi shops even worse than Rena –he's forgetful, losing his change, dropping his purchases, fumbling inside his pockets for the money he needs, and being a Hojo doesn't make it any easier. He gets used to just staring outside shop windows and looking in to hope, imagining he has the money and the acceptance to walk inside and buy anything, buy everything. Even when he does have the money, he's so forgetful that he still stands outside and stares, hoping – years of poverty and neglect don't relinquish their grip so easily.
Keiichi doesn't shop –his mother still takes care of that for him. He regrets it, frequently, when she and his father have to leave town for some specious art thing that lasts a few days, and he has to fend for himself in the big cruel world, but whenever his mother comes home the promise to learn is always put off to tomorrow, tomorrow.
Shion shops like Mion –she has to, except sometimes in later years. Then she can shop however she pleases without fear of rumors getting back about Onee and ruining their tradable facade, and the freedom still makes her giddy years down the road. She shops in a this-and-that way, making a list and checking it twice as she goes down the isles, but never really going about fulfilling it with any point or purpose.
Mion shops like the heir she is –business, business, pleasure. Her competitive and sunny nature might overpower her training at most times, but Mion still takes care of absolutely anything and everything that pops up that's necessary first, then attends to the more enjoyable activities afterwards. She tells herself that it's just getting rid of the boring chaff first, but she still does it, each and every time.
10.43 PM, USA Central Time