A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

72. Shopping

A Hundred of Her Memories

72 – Shopping

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Xion, the master of perception, was creeping round the jewelry shop in the center of the Twilight Town. She had taken her cloak off, exchanging it for high-collared, sleeveless shirt and khaki capris.

"Excuse me, miss."

The shopkeeper turned to the young girl with a broad smile. "Hello, dear. What can I do for you?"

Xion fiddled with her ungloved hands nervously. "Well…um, a… friend of mine gave me a… um… necklace and I wanted to… repay him, but uh… I don't kno-"

"I know just the thing, dear," the woman smiled warmly. Leaning over, she pulled out a small pendant and laid it out for Xion to see.

Leaning over the object, the raven-haired girl saw that it was a white forget-me-not on a sturdy black rope.

"That's beautiful!"

"I'll package it up then. There you go!"

Xion furrowed her brow. "Wait, I need to pay, don't I?"

The plump woman smiled. "No need. Your boyfriend already paid for the two of them. They're a set."

Blushing, Xion thanked her profusely and ran off.

"Thanks, Xion. I love it."

"I'm glad you do."

Axel smiled and ruffled her hair. "Now we're a matching pair!"