fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 01/18 ]

Chad's head tilted as he looked down at one of the many large crates around the store. He was confused. Hey, he liked Gilbert and Sullivan just as much as the next guy, here, but this was kinda crazy. He looked up, toward some shelves. Maybe Melody wanted him to put them up? But they were too big, and there were too many of them. Maybe they were part of a special promotion? He'd have to check if Melody left a note. For now, though, just staring.

Until Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder, and Flopsy, Mopsy and...that other one started swarming around his ankles, meowing. Insistently. Chad blinked.

"No," he said firmly. "I'm pretty sure playing Chase the CD with Gilbert and Sullivan is a form of musical blasphemy."

The meowing grew more demanding. Prince Oscar Pedro stuck his nose right in Chad's ear when he did it.

"Seriously, guys. We have all those unsold copies of Brit's album, use those."

More meowing. Prince Oscar Pedro was now chewing on Chad's ear.

"Fine," he said, and Prince Oscar Pedro had to cling to Chad's shirt as he bent over to pick up one of the CDs. "One. You get one." He looked at the crate and noticed that you couldn't even notice how one had been taken out. "Maybe three."

Prince Oscar Pedro took the CD, lept off Chad's shoulder (onto the crate first, because that was one heck of a fall), and the kittens scampered off. They'd be back many, many more times throughout the day.

Today's music: The Pirates of Penzance. You should hear Chad's Modern Major General; it's pretty fierce.

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He's over at the other part of the store boggling at another crate. No Gilbert and Sullivan, but Carmen everywhere!

"Hi Chaaaaad," Melody drawled as she walked in and leaned on the crate. "So do you have a brilliant idea what to do with the extra Gilbert & Sullivan? I was working on some chain mail, but the CD shards were sharp."

Head tilting at Melody for a moment, Chad thought it best not to ask. "There, uh, definitely are a lot of them," he said. "The kittens got their paws on a few, and they always lose 'em real quick, so I said they could have more. You said they're extra?"

"So there was this special?" Melody explained. "Like, mixed lots of operettas, really cheap. And I ordered five. And I thought that was five CDs? But it's not, it's 5,000. And they won't take them back because they say I should have paid attention to the price. But I was looking at a Delia's catalogue, so I phased." She eyed the cats, including that yucky hairless one. "They like playing with them?"

Chad nodded. "Chase the CD is their favourite game," he explained. "Charlie invented it."

"I miss Charlie," Melody said with deep feeling, as though she had spoken to the girl more than three times.

To cheer herself up, she tossed a CD and watched the kittens scatter after it. "Huh. I never thought of it, but it totally works."

Chad grinned a little at the clatter of kittens rushing toward the CD. If he wasn't mistaken, he'd totally caught Mopsy pushing that other one out of the way, but he wasn't sure. "I think," he commented, "part of it is the way the light catches on them. They're all shiny and stuff."

Melody was mesmerized by the scuffle momentarily, until she tossed out another one and watched Cottontail dive for it. It almost looked like the white cat was admiring her reflection.

"And light," she nodded. "So they can push them around with their paws."

She squinted up (waaaaay up) at Chad. "I wonder if there's a market on the island for 4,995 cat toys?"

"Lots of people have cats," Chad said, nodding. A second later, though, he shook his head. "But not that many cats."

"Probably not," Melody admitted, rubbing her chin as she thought. "What about mosaics? I would totally tile my bathroom walls with CD shards.' She pictured this for a minute, then had to add, ruefully, "Or, I would if I didn't live with a bunch of guys who would so not appreciate it."

Chad took a glance around him. "What about here in the store?"

Or maybe that suggestion was just a subconscious way to cover up some of Melody's chosen wall colours.

Melody actually physically squeed at that, a noise that made the cats look up from their game in alarm. "Ohmygod, Chad, you are a genius!" she said, reaching for a hug. "Not, like, the whole shop, but maybe the back wall, the one that's purple velvet now? That would use up a whole whole bunch of CDs *and* look pretty."

If Chad winced at all at the squee, it was minimal and barely there. A few years of knowing Orihime fixed that and he lightly returned Melody's hug. Because it was a hug. "Back wall's probably best, yeah, 'cause you won't have to worry as much about too much light comin' in from the front windows an' blinding everyone..."

He scratched his head a moment. "I can put up rows on the highest parts today, if you want."

"Go for it!" Melody encouraged. "I'll go into the back room and shatter them so they're all ready for you."

Chad gave a nod, scoping out the wall they were about to redesign. "Have fun."

And, because it did kind of sound like fun, he added, "If you need help, you know where I am."

Melody shrugged. "You can come back if you get bored. Wall's not gonna run away, you know?"

She grabbed a double handful of CDs and walked to the back room, wishing drumsticks weren't such an inefficient way to do this.

Watch for kittens underfoot! They're really tearing through those ~~toys~~ CDs today. Because they know they can.

This was always in the right place, honest!

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