fandomtownies | Pixie Dust; Wednesday [07/31].

The clerk working the register today was trying to convince Boc that he should go out to the park today, but Boc wasn't budging, with a firm shake of his head and a deep sigh. "I know the days of the week now," he pointed out. "I know it's Wednesday! I know what happens in the park on Wednesday and I'll have no part of it! I don't care if you think it might be good for me, I know better, and so I'm going to stay right here and I'm going to figure out what to do with all of these....what did you call them?"

He frowned, shaking his head again in dismay as the clerk answered and he considered the oddly shaped footwear in his paws.

"Yes. These...Crocs...."

He still wasn't convinced that people actually wore such things, he was fairly certain the staff was attempting to pull a prank on him, have a little jab and a giggle at his expense, but he could at least try to find somewhere in the back of the store to shove them all and hopefully not have to look at them too much.

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Arden was still in a mood about yesterday, and so she headed into Pixie Dust for some retail therapy. She had also been to J,GOB's to get some chocolate cupcakes for the appeasement of said mood, which meant that in between trying on cute clothes - of which Crocs did not count - she and Boc could share some treats.

"Hello?"

Toward the back of the store, there was a somewhat startled sound, something dropping, a scramble to pick it up, and then Boc came loping through the racks toward the front. "Y-yes, yes," he stuttered while he moved, "apologies! Sorry about that, we were just--oh!"

By that point, he had looked up to see who it was who came into the store. "H-hello, miss! It's good to see you! Come in, come in, how can I be of service to you today?"

"You wanna eat a cupcake with me?" Arden asked. "And then show me some pretty dresses that I can pretend that I'm rich enough to afford and fancy enough to have places to wear them to?"

"Oh, erm..." That worried, conflicted look scrunched up Boc's face, as he pulled his hands in closed to his chest and started to rub them a little nervously. "N-no..." But there was a note of uncertainty there, "no. Thank you. About...About the cupcake, I mean. There's no need for that, I'm quite alright, miss. You should have it for yourself!"

That's what you got for asking him, Arden! Instead of just foisting it on him so he couldn't refuse!

"But I would..." He awkwardly chamced a glance up, "that is, yes, for the other part. For showing you some lovely, pretty dresses. I have to admit, I could use a little looking at pretty dresses myself, with the morning I've had!"

A little spark of shock and offense seemed to be shaking his small body and his shook his head in dismay. "I don't suppose you..."

But he didn't get far before shaking his head again and fanning out his paws before him as if to halt himself from going any further.

"No, no, I must't subject you to those grievances, miss, no one deserves that, least of all someone as kind and lovely as yourself!"

Arden wasn't really the foisting sort! It was hard! Woe.

"Are you sure?" Arden asked. "I got extra to share. I can't eat more than one of these by myself, I'll just make myself sick, probably."

She opened the container to show him the cupcake in all it's chocolatey goodness. Tempt tempt tempt.

"Grievances?" She had a thought and looked properly horrified. "It's not more tracksuits, is it?"

Boc's eyes widened as they tracked onto that cupcake as Arden presented it to him, glistening with longing, but then all he had to do was think of how there was likely someone else, a friend of Arden's, that was far more deserving of such a treat, and he just couldn't. He shook his head and turned his focus on something almost as troubling and upsetting as thr notion of such a beautiful cupcake being wasted on the likes of him.

Almost.

"Track...suits?" he asked, bewildered for a moment. "Erm, no. No. I don't think so. These...these are shoes, not suits, and...oh!" His hands wrung slightly. "Perhaps it's just because, well, I don't bother with wearing them at all, so may e I just can't possibly understand the appeal, as a non-shoe wearer, but, if you don't mind me saying so, miss, they're awful! Just awful! Erm..."

He winced, realizing that he may have insulted something Arden might like, and he whimpered slightly.

"I don't suppose," he ventured miserably, "you've heard of....Crocs, I think, is what they're calling them...." He looked up hopefully, waiting for signs of Arden's ire about to brew up like a storm upon hum, ".....have you?"

Arden resolved to leave a cupcake somewhere Boc would find it later. That surely couldn't go wrong!

But then he was bringing up Crocs and she immediately made a face. "Oh, those things are ugly," she said. "I hear they're very comfortable for people who are gonna be on their feet all day? But, they look so stupid."

That was how you got a week-old cupcake that you clearly had forgotten to take with you returned to you at a later date when Boc discovered it and panicked for a good half a day about it, too.

But his relief was palpable with that answer, one hand to his chest that he thought was going just burst right out of his chest and the other against a shelf of t-shirts to support him through the ordeal of such a close call.

"Oh," he enthused, once he thought himself able, "they're quite frankly hideous, if you ask me, and, you should know, if anyone knows hideous when he sees it..." He shuddered viscerally. "We've gotten a whole shipment of them. That's where I was, when you came in, miss, finding a corner to shove them into and hopefully not have to look at them!"

The good old Boc the Seamster special!

"Maybe you could..." Arden trailed off trying to think about possible alternatives for the Crocs. "Donate them to the nurses at the Clinic? I think nurses are the people who wear them the most?"

You know, from what she vaguely might have remembered reading from the internet.

"I mean, if someone thinks they're useful, that's better than keeping them around where you might need the space for something that you actually might like."

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