http://writingknight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] writingknight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-03-13 05:33 pm

Sing a Song of Sixpence [Active]

Character(s): Ahiru and Fakir
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!

Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?

How odd. He had never even cared about that before.

He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)

Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”

[identity profile] duckdances.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"..oh," Ahiru said. She'd forgotten (again) about the new manner of shopping in Paixao. Mouse doll still in her hand, she lowered her outstretched arm from the shelf and laughed sheepishly. Both plushies tucked safely into her arms, she hurried back over to where Fakir was paying Luigi for the sword and doll.

"Thank you very much!" she said, bowing her head out of habit. If Fakir did end up coming back here to get the sword sharpened, she'd come along too so she could say hello to the shop keeper.

Glancing down at the two dolls in her arms, her smile widened a bit. Her hotel room would be a little bit cozier with them around.