A main aspect that attracted large numbers of tourists during the Spring consisted of the yearly market bazaar, which had grown from its origin of the Farmer's Festival. For an entire week, the centre of the town became a territory of roaming buyers and urging sellers. The streets were brimming with shouting merchants, eagar buyers, laughing children running through crowds, and multiple couples looking for an opportunity to accompany their loved ones. Booths had been set up in designated spots the day before the festival began, now highly decorated with shiny advertisements and selling products. One could argue that merely going to the town's mall was a more languid option. The lowered prices and rare, shipped items, however, were the causes of such a massive flock.

Amy was among the hustle and bustle of the event, excitably hopping from one booth to the other and browsing everything in sight. Sonic trailed closely behind, eyes glistening with his discreet smile at his profitable efforts. Many were the times Amy's figure would disappear into the crowd from his sight, but amid his panic his feet always brought him back to her. She modeled everything that caught her eye, touched everything on the booth, and ate every free sample provided. By now the authenticity that Sonic was successfully winning her back had been consigned to oblivion in her mind; instead, she even tugged him along by his hand through the crowds.

In all honesty, it would have been much more favorable to run about, in Sonic's opinion, instead of shop; it had never been his thing. Yet, every time she touched him, laughed with him, and smiled at him, his inclination of being with her was renewed. She took his heart with her every time she walked away, and Sonic went running to try to keep close to it. No, he didn't want to take it back. He wanted her to hold it, to embrace it, and do everything in her power to make it flutter, because he would do the same. He could manage a future without his feet if it assured her by his side. His speed could never compare to how precious she was. She dominated all of his heart, over-shadowing everyone and everything to the extent that any sacrifice for her well-being could be provided. It had always been, and always would be, her, even if this be the very day they would part for the rest of eternity. She would always govern over his heart, and he had finally come to accept that.

He loved her.

She did not believe it, though. His own pride was to be commenmorated for that.

Her hand pulled him from his contemplation, luring he and his heart towards a hat stand. Amy let go, then picked up a straw hat and sampled it for him. He chuckled, and in reply she smiled and switched to an Iron Man mask. He didn't realize how solely her day's happiness depended on his reactions, yet he pleased her all the same with every laugh or smiling head-shake he made. A small tent that sheltered different varieties of clothes caught Amy's attention. Her expression beamed, and she immedietly pulled Sonic through the large multitude of people to the tent. They were welcomed with a small bow from a Chinese cat wearing a kimino, and she allowed Amy to pull tens of dresses and pants and shirts from racks and scramble them behind a changing curtain.

If there was one thing that Sonic passionately loved to avoid, it would be clothes stores. Yes, the pits of the very centre of the Pacific Ocean was more inviting than the very place he stood in. He managed, though, to keep a straight face as Amy ran back and forth, his one determination being his sole purpose of gaining Amy's hand in marriage. He'd tolerate tagged garments just this once, just as he willfully walked into a yoga class for his first and last time in his life.

Finally, Amy came before him. "Alright! I'm trying them on! And don't you DARE try to peek!"

"Yes, yes."

Really, he rendered the demand utterly useless. They'd be getting married anyways! Not a big deal seeing her get changed NOW, is it? Of course, they WEREN'T bonded in marital matrimony yet, nor were they even in the process of engagement...

Amy would swing the curtain to and fro as she modeled each and every outfit to her date. Undoubtedly, he was beyond bored now, but every so often she'd hop out wearing a cleavagey shirt or would look absolutely stunning that he was willing to overlook his hyper state and remain in place. It seemed that, with every pulled curtain, came a renewed perseverance within himself. Nonetheless, he was well relieved when she claimed that only a single dress remained. She came forward in a flowing green dress, its embroided cotton tightening nicely around her upper body and cascading at her waist. As she twirled amid her mini catwalk, the dress swayed around her body, raising higher around her with every spin, until she stopped, to Sonic's secret disappointment. The dress was quite simple, yet its exhibition made her look alluring, its contrasting Islamic Green brightening her fur and its design complimenting her fine figure. There was no denying how bewitching she appeared wearing it, making Sonic blush madly and catch his breath, unable to contain any modesty in his composure.

"You're buying that."

(Try to really picture the scene in your head. Like, when Sonic wears a discreet smile. Imagine him walking behind Amy grinning through crowds of people. Cause it's kind of cool. If you get what I mean...anyways)

I. AM. SO. SORRY. FOR. NEVER. UPDATING! Really, you have no idea how plagued I am with guilt. I never meant to leave you all in such suspense, honest! Just so much on my plate it's crazy! So sorry! And such a cliff hanger too! SORRY SORRY SORRY!

Who else tried on an Iron Man mask? I did at Toys R Us...

I'M SORRY!