47 Minotaur Lane, Early Saturday Afternoon

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Tinker Bell had had a lovely night's sleep - after she had turned those hand towels into a fairy-sized canopy bed, naturally - and was thinking that she was really starting to grow fond of this island. She was definitely staying, Tink decided.

Of course, if she was staying here, some things simply needed to change.

So she soared up and down the streets until she found a deserted building that looked perfect for what she needed. 47 Minotaur Lane? Well. There were prettier names, but this would do.

And so Tink waved her wand a few times outside to change the exterior to something a little more - Tinkish. The sign in the window now read:



Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

Satisfied, Tink sauntered inside to set things up to her liking.


(OOC: Pixie Dust isn't open for shopping just yet, but the door and post are both wide open for anybody who's curious. Warning: Tink may be a total bitch to you. It's sort of her thing.)

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Out for a walk to get used to his much bigger, non-tiger cub form, Chad was strolling and contemplating how he hoped people might still give him ear scritches, because they were nice, even if he wasn't as cute or cuddly anymore.

And that's when he passed by the new shop. And its pretty, shiny sign.

Different body, same distractions. His head tilted as he was effectively stopped and captivated.

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Distraction by shiny objects was perfectly all right by Tink; it happened to her all the time.

While zapping away rows of boring lawyer things and moving in rows of fabulous, chic outfits, Tinker Bell happened to notice someone standing outside looking at her sign. Well! That was good, that people were already interested.

So she zipped outside so that she could say hello to --

My goodness, he was tall!

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Hey, there was something....also sparkly flying around. Either that, or Chad was losing his mind. And since he was feeling rather sane today, he figured it was the first option and tried to spot whatever it was a little better.

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Tink soared a little closer and - yow!

Why was he wearing such a painful, hideous, ugly, terrible shirt!

She gestured a few times emphatically. This town must need this store even more than she had imagined. Because dear fae he looked awful.

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Oh! It was a little....fairy....thing!

The corner of Chad's mouth went up a bit in a smile and took her gestures rather simply, waving back to say hello. And then he looked around a little, half expecting to see Orihime, or, at least, someone with barettes that turned into fairies like hers did somewhere nearby.

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Yes, hello. Very good. He could communicate! One would think he was sentient!

And then one would see the terribly painful outfit and decide that no, he wasn't, because anyone capable of dressing themselves without drooling on the buttons would have gone naked before selecting that.

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Well, she at least seemed, to him in his relative slowness, a lot nicer that Tsubaki so far. "M'Chad," he introduced himself. "Are you...?" He blinked, noticing the sign again, and then realizing that the little thing came from the shop, so that maybe this was her shop, and...

"...You're a pixie, then? Not a fairy?"

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Tink waved her hands vaguely. Pixie, fairy, to-MAY-to, to-MAH-to. It was really all the same to her. What she was, was fabulous. He could tell, right?

She pulled a tiny wand from her cleavage and began writing in mid-air, large swooping letters that stayed behind where her wand had been.

Tinker Bell.

She held her hands under it appreciatively. Wasn't that the best name ever? It was. He could admit it.

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Oooh. Orihime's fairies didn't have wands. Especially not cleavage wands. Chad was very appreciative of this detail, even if he might not have shown it.

"Tinker Bell," he read slowly, and then nodded his approval. "Nice to meet you, Tinker Bell."

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Tink beamed. It was, wasn't it? Because seriously, how often did he see someone this gorgeous? Here, she'd pirouette for him. Wasn't she the most darling thing ever?

Now. What was the idea behind that shirt? She poked towards it vaguely with her wand, hoping that it would recognize its own freakishness and spontaneously combust.

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She was darling! Chad was almost wishing he was still a little cub, so he could appreciate her cuteness better. He was so big right now that she seemed exceptionally little.

And then he noticed the pointing wand and followed it to his shirt. He looked down, holding it out at one of the orange bursts of flowers. "You like it?" he said, misinterpreting beautifully. "I just got this with my brother Jeff; he helped pick it out. And I got blue 'cause Katara says I need more blue."

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Tink stared at it. That other people had contributed to this monstrosity only made it worse. How had they not clawed their own eyes out in favor of viewing it?!

This poor, deluded Chad was clearly the victim of a vicious prank perpetrated by this mean-spirited brother of his. And not a fun one, like hers were.

It was all right. She would help him. He wanted help, right?

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Clearly, the little fairy pixie thing was in sheer awe of the greatness of his shirt. Chad preened. He'd have to let Jeff know that they'd done a good job in their shopping.

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Tink folded her arms and considered incinerating the shirt. It would be doing a good deed, really. But she so rarely bothered with good deeds.

Instead she gestured emphatically towards the store. Wouldn't he like to come in? Find something more tasteful? Less eye-bleeding? At this point, neon polyester would be more stylish, and the mere thought of neon polyester made her want to break out into hives.

Was he trying to warn people away from him? Didn't he want to be chic? He should come inside and learn of the ways of style. It was all right. It wouldn't hurt. Much.

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Chad followed Tinker Bell's gestures toward the store, his head tilting. Was she inviting him in? "Thank you."

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Tink zipped a path along the unpacked boxes and displays being moved into place and stopped in front of a row of shirts.

Nice shirts. Some of them were simple, and classic! Some of them were trendy, and sophisticated! All of them were better than that abomination weighing him down.

Pick one! Pick several! Try something on! For her sake, if not for his!