Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 06/22 ].

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When Ariel came into the store today and placed her sign back in the window, she resolved that she would absolutely not consider how, so far, the only one who'd taken her up on it was a girl and, in retrospect, she wasn't even sure if that girl realized what was going on. She was not going to think about the fact that she danced with, like, fifty guys (okay, more like four, but still!) this weekend and handwavily still no luck. And she was definitely not going to think about the fact that she'd been here for a semester and still hadn't gotten kissed.

Not. Even. Going. To. Think about it.

It was clearly just that perhaps human males were just slower to the point than she would prefer, or that you couldn't rush a good thing, or how about the fact that she was dealing with a sea witch here, who were not particularly known for playing fair.

But that was fine; Ariel could handle underhanded sea witches any day of the week. She simply needed to work harder (even harder), and try out some new plans. So, in between the occassional distraction of pretty clothes, she was hard at work with some plans, which looked like maps and letters, and touching up the glitter on the sign in the window.


HAPPY TUESDAY!!!
Free kisses today with every purchase!


Pixie Dust is open!

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