fandomtownies | Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 08/17 ].

Today had almost been a very maudlin day. Today, Ariel had almost suffered a great deal of sadness and disappointment and annoyance at the fact that this was quite possibly her last week as a human ever and the rest of her life, if she did not get kissed, would be miserable and terrible and not very good at all.

But Ariel, even when she had the intention to be so, could not get too stuck on sadness for too long. After all, she'd still spent three wonderful months as a human. Four months ago, she would have never imagined such a thing would be possible, and she'd always have that, and the eyes of all the cute boys she'd looked into right before attempting to kiss them, and learning about all the fashion that humans had, and all their wonderful foods, and the forks and shuttlecocks and...

The dancing. Oh, gosh, the dancing! So Ariel could not just stay behind the counter and sulk today! She'd turned up the music in the store, tuning it to something bright and bouncing, and intended to spend any of her shift not helping customers dancing around the store, getting the most out of what she had left.

Of course, she wouldn't at all mind a dashing partner, but, until then, it was amazing how well a manniquin could suffice.

Pixie Dust is open!

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