[So Naki and Sayo went out grocery shopping today. They bought everything they were supposed to - rice, vegetables, assorted snacks, the usual - and then started wandering farther and farther down into the depths of the shopping district.
What kind of shop is this even, it's definitely not selling food...there's odds and ends and knickknacks and gloves and chairs and electronics and--Naki picks up a funny-shaped thingamajig off a nearby shelf, turning it around in his hands.]
[Sayo's looking at some other gadgets when he heard the little fox's question. He glances over and see the odd object in Naki's hands. Driven by curiosity, he walks over to take a closer look.
I don't think this is a weapon's store... [Well, to be fair. Almost anything can be a weapon if one knows how to use them. Creatively so.] It might be... something else.
[It's not a weapon shop, it's true...though they've got some remote control toys that look almost weaponlike in their design? And pillows! The softest pillows.]
[Let's pretend I'm super scandalized by the mousepads you totally just linked here. Luckily as a sword Naki doesn't understand? He pokes at one of them though, before pulling down the persimmat for Sayo to take.]
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What kind of shop is this even, it's definitely not selling food...there's odds and ends and knickknacks and gloves and chairs and electronics and--Naki picks up a funny-shaped thingamajig off a nearby shelf, turning it around in his hands.]
I wonder what this is supposed to be?
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... Please lower it down enough for him to see.]
Can I see?
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Doesn't it look strange? Like a, ah...a microphone!
[does it look anything like a microphone]
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[New design!? Sayo examines it in his hands, turning it over slowly. And then he press a button to see what it does...
It's shaking!?]
Ah... It's moving.
[Zhhhhhhhhhhh]
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[The fox might've actually jumped a little when it started buzzing...Naki just stares down at it though, eyes wide.]
Attacking? [In a really useless way?]
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[Sayo looks around at the shop.]
I don't think this is a weapon's store... [Well, to be fair. Almost anything can be a weapon if one knows how to use them. Creatively so.] It might be... something else.
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Something else...to shake things with, perhaps?
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Maybe... Do you think Master might know?
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[Master knows everything! Naki has faith.
Master's not here right now though, so his gaze turns to some of the other things in the store.]
I'm sure if we asked, he'd know what everything in this store is!
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[Time to take a photo!? Or after they look around... Sayo's looking over and see a table full of colourful things.]
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Do you see anything else we could ask Master about?
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...? He points at a orange looking mat with two bumps on it. There's others with similiar shapes, but the pictures on them are different.]
Does that one have persimmons on them?
[What the hell are those things? (I'm not linking to breast mousepads.)]
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It's...squishy. [In a weird sort of way.]
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... It is. What are they?
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[A smallest fox-sized pillow? Probably Not. Naki picks another mat off the shelf, staring at it--this one's some guy's butt? Weird.
But still squishy.]
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[Like what? Looks too uneven for ceramics. Sayo squish the persimmons one again, looking a little fascinated by it.]
This one... looks nice.
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[But Naki (still holding his buttpad) does notice how fascinated Sayo is by his much more g-rated one.]
We could buy it.
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... We could. [Ah, but what will Sayo use this for... He looks at the buttpad thing in Naki's hands.] Are you getting that one?
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......Should I?
I'm not sure what we would do with it...
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Then let's just buy this one.
[Holds up the persimmon mousepad. So cute and pure among all the butts.]
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I'm glad we were able to find something nice in here. So many of these things are so strange!
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Yes. They might be strange, but there might be more nice things we haven't found yet.
[His eyes are on the mousepad. Soon! It'll be his!]