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Post by Leda on Apr 1, 2009 23:46:21 GMT -5
"Hey, I listen to you!" Phoebe retorted with a light jab. "I can't help it if what I'm listening to sounds crazy!"
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Post by DB on Apr 1, 2009 23:49:34 GMT -5
"Well, that'sh your problem, because it's true."
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Post by Leda on Apr 1, 2009 23:55:37 GMT -5
Unable to contain her chuckling, Phoebe simply patted the beast's head. "You'll have to tell me all about it sometime. It sounds like a bedtime story or something." At that moment the duo approached a busy intersection. Without hesitation, the overlander tightened the slack on Dash's leash as much as she could without hurting him, and grabbed hold of his hand.
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Post by DB on Apr 2, 2009 0:14:20 GMT -5
Dash blinked at the action, looking up to the overlander with considerable confusion. "Uh... an fyi but... I'm fully awaresh that being hit by large things at high shpeeds ishn't a great idea."
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Post by Leda on Apr 2, 2009 0:19:15 GMT -5
Stealing a glance at the prickly beast from the corner of her eye, Phoebe gave him a quirky smile. "Oh, this isn't for you. This is for me. It's actually you holding me back."
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Post by DB on Apr 2, 2009 14:21:13 GMT -5
Giving Phoebe a skeptical look, a grin of his own eventually cracked as he held tight to her hand. "Well, then I better make sure you don't cross until the light is right."
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Post by Leda on Apr 2, 2009 14:22:48 GMT -5
"Please do. I've also been known to bump repeatedly into light sources." Finally, the light changed, and Phoebe led Dash to the far side of the street. The overlander let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "WHEW, man, that was close. Thank heaven you were there!"
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Post by DB on Apr 2, 2009 14:24:25 GMT -5
Dash gave the overlander a reassuring pat on her hand, continuing to grin. "You're sho, sho lucky."
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Post by Leda on Apr 2, 2009 14:29:14 GMT -5
The florist grinned and snickered. "You have no idea~" Just then the beast supply shop came into view ahead. "Thanks to you, we made it here without anyone getting hit by a bus. Let's see what they have that I can actually afford!" Phoebe opened the shop door, waved to the clerk at the nearby counter, and led Dash deep into the shop -- right past all of the normal stock and directly to the cluttered clearance section.
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Post by DB on Apr 2, 2009 23:53:23 GMT -5
Glancing past the aisles they passed to the now... well, bins, really, filled with an assortment of things, he frowned. Well, that didn't make sense. Why wasn't this stuff hung up nicely like the rest of it? ... Then again, why was he even wondering that in such a bizarre shop? They sold people here. ... And people accessories. Sidling closer to Phoebe (nervous? Him? Why would he? Pff!), he frowned. "What's this?"
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Post by Leda on Apr 2, 2009 23:56:05 GMT -5
"This is the stuff they're either not making anymore or isn't selling well or is having an upgrade soon," she explained, picking him up and anchoring him on one hip. "Since they need to get rid of it, they sell it at a much lower price." Finding a cache of collars, Phoebe began rifling through it with her free hand.
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Post by DB on Apr 2, 2009 23:58:57 GMT -5
The tenrec fidgeted. He was getting more used to being picked up and toted around, this was true, but in public was another matter. Glancing around as if someone where going to point and laugh at him, he tried to squirm out of Phoebe's grasp. " Put me... put me down!"
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Post by Leda on Apr 3, 2009 0:00:17 GMT -5
Phoebe arched an eyebrow, but set him back on his feet as requested. "Okay, but you're not going to be able to see as well."
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Post by DB on Apr 5, 2009 23:47:54 GMT -5
The tenrec continued to fidget even after being put onto solid ground. " Whatever, it'sh fine." Nervously, he continued to glance around. Did anyone see that?
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Post by Leda on Apr 5, 2009 23:50:18 GMT -5
Meanwhile, oblivious to Dash's inner turmoil, Phoebe focused on rummaging through the crap old junk broken stuff clearance items. "Hey, Dash," she suddenly snickered, holding up a pink ribbon, "you'd look DARLING in this one~"
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Post by DB on Apr 5, 2009 23:56:59 GMT -5
Glancing up to the item in question, the tenrec frowned. EXTREMELY. "... no."
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Post by Leda on Apr 5, 2009 23:59:06 GMT -5
Despite her ear-to-ear grin, the overlander bent to the will of her beast and dropped said ribbon back into the nearest bin. "Fiiiiine."
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Post by DB on Apr 6, 2009 0:02:39 GMT -5
Straining to the tips of his toes, Dash tried to peer into the bins Phoebe was going through. All the over sized items here in Eden were really getting on his nerves. Frankly, he thought he'd gotten through the 'EVERYTHING IS TOO BIG FOR ME!' stage by the age of thirteen. Still, he managed to at least get a look, finding... junk? "What ish this stuff?"
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Post by Leda on Apr 6, 2009 0:04:43 GMT -5
"I told you, this is the stuff they're trying to get rid of." Grinding her knuckles into the top of the tenrec's head, Phoebe snickered, "Somebody needs to LISTEEEEN~"
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Post by DB on Apr 6, 2009 0:07:41 GMT -5
Squirming out from under the noogie, he frowned again at her. "..." Oh right, she did mention earlier. "... oh."
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Post by Leda on Apr 6, 2009 0:13:36 GMT -5
Still chuckling, Phoebe returned her attention to the items in question. She rubbed her chin carefully; even having reduced prices, some of them were still a little steep. They'd have to watch the budget even with sticking to the clearance wall. "Hey, check this out," the human suddenly perked up, showing off a pet brush... out of its package. In fact, it looked like there was some fur lingering in between the bristles. "I never did get one of these for you. This would help reduce your shedding."
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Post by DB on Apr 6, 2009 0:14:57 GMT -5
And at sight of the fur... "... that's been used."
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Post by Leda on Apr 6, 2009 0:15:38 GMT -5
"So what? I can wash it off."
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Post by DB on Apr 6, 2009 0:17:47 GMT -5
Cue a disgusted lip curl. "That'sh kinda gross though. What if the person who used it last had mangesh. Or lice. Or... something like that." Peering back into the bins (best he could, at least), he searched. "Can't shou get a clean one?"
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Post by Leda on Apr 6, 2009 0:20:33 GMT -5
... The tenrec had a point. "We'll see if we can find one. Otherwise I may just have to dip this one in bleach." Phoebe frowned at the selection. Unfortunately, it looked like many of the products had already been opened and tested by previous shoppers. People sure are rude.After a moment or two of sifting, the florist discovered another incredibly cheap brush with fur-free bristles. However, it was also, er, handle-free. "Well, this one's better... sort of..."
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Post by DB on Apr 6, 2009 0:32:25 GMT -5
Continued frowning. "... maybe if we weren't shopping in the clearansh bin..."
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Post by Leda on Apr 6, 2009 0:33:52 GMT -5
"Aw c'mon, there's nothing wrong with clearance. This stuff still works, it's just not in pristine condition."
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Post by DB on Apr 6, 2009 0:39:26 GMT -5
And, matter o factly, he replied with simply this: "Licesh and no handles."
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Post by Leda on Apr 6, 2009 10:53:23 GMT -5
Phoebe's mouth scrunched to one side. "Hey, I'll have you know that most of the stuff in our house was either on clearance, hand-me-down, or found dumpster diving at a yard sale."
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Post by DB on Apr 8, 2009 23:34:18 GMT -5
"... well that'sh different."
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