Pixie Dust; Thursday [08/22].

[beautiful_boc]

Boc had sort of spent a little bit of time curled up under the counter in a sort of hibernation mode; he hadn't really meant to do so, but it happened, on occasion, and it was always sort of nice because, if he found a good enough spot to hide in, he'd wake up nicely refreshed and eager to see the world with fresh eyes.

And those fresh eyes were waking up to the first shift into cozy autumnal sweaters and jackets from the lighter, breezy fashions of the summertime, and he rather liked those a bit more, especially the more muted earth tones over the pastels and harsh bright hues. He spent a little bit of time looking through some of the newer pieces on the racks before hopping up on the counter, sitting comfortably, and getting out his sewing kit to maybe start working on a little embroidered cloak.

There were a lot of embroidered cloaks in Pixie Dust these days. He really was getting quite good at them, he felt!

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[slothbabyproductions]

As Kamala walked into the store, her eyes immediately glued in on one particular sweater/hoodie that she really thought would be awesome when fall finally rolled in. Even though she wasn't here to shop, she grabbed the sweater because impulse buying was the only way she knew how to shop.

"Boc? Hello? Are you here?" she called out. "It's Kamala! I think we met a while back at JGOB?"

[beautiful_boc]

Boc's attention had shifted with a slightly startled wince when the door opened, because he might never quite get used to that instinct to scurry off as quickly as possible when that happened, but at least that meant that having his name called out didn't startled him when Kamala entered. He was still a bit surprised, yes, but in the shop, it made sense that people would come in, that was the point of a shop, wasn't it?

"Ahh, erm, y-yes!" he called back, setting down his work carefully and going to scramble off the counter to the floor. "Of course! I'm...I'm here, I'm right here, don't worry, I'll come to you, if you like!"

In fact, he was already loping his way through the racks to reach her, and, when he did, ducking his head and hunching over in a sort of bow. "W-Welcome to Pixie Dust," he offered. "How may I be of service?"

[slothbabyproductions]

"Well first of all? I'm buying this sweater because it is fantastic," Kamala said holding it up. "And second, I want to invite you to-"

There was a pause as Kamala sighed, pulled out a small bottle of rum and tossed it at a squirrel.

"Okay, sorry. Yes, next Wednesday we're throwing a surprise birthday for Arden and I'm hoping you can come," Kamala continued. "It's at the beach and we're kicking things off around 7. Can you make it? Arden adores you and I know she'd want you there."

[beautiful_boc]

And in that pause, Boc had managed to muster up enough gumption for a protest at the very premise of what Kamala was building towards, even going so far as to open his mouth in preparation to try to wriggle his way out of whatever event or party it was that she was so daft enough to invite him, of all people!, to, but then, once Arden's name had been mentioned, he stopped . His mouth still hung open, but his words were effectively stopped and that breath he drew in to start them was released instead, as a sigh, his shoulders sagging, his head shaking, because, oh, bother, now what was he going to do? He couldn't say no if it was a party for Arden! She'd be so disappointed in him, maybe even upset, and he didn't want her to feel any of those things.

He let out a faint whimper, hands to his chest and twisting a little around each other nervously.

"Oh," he said, sounding faintly miserable about it, or at the very least, a good deal distressed. "I....I see. Erm, well...are you...sure, though?" He chanced an uncertain glance up at Kamala. "...that she would? ....want me there, that is..."

But even as he said it, he knew the answer, and you could tell how it sort of trailed off in resigned acceptance at the end.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't....hurt any, would it? If I were to come. It isn't as if I've got anything else I'll be doing. Erm, and, besides, uh....there'll be...well, there'll be food there, too, yeah?"

A contingency plan. If it turned out he wasn't wanted (and, oh, what to do with the fact that he already knew that wouldn't be the case?), he could just claim he was there to swipe some food for himself and then scamper off, no harm, no foul, and he'd at least get a meal out of it, too.

[slothbabyproductions]

"I absolutely know she'd love to have you there," Kamala replied with a reassuring smile. "Besides, sometimes it’s about putting yourself out there to show how you feel about others. So if you come, you’re showing just that."

She placed the sweater on the counter. "And yes, there will definitely be food. I’m helping organize it. Is there anything special you want? I hear you’re a big fan of cinnamon rolls."

[beautiful_boc]

"Oh, well....well, yes," Boc allowed, with a bit of uncertainty, a little thrown by the idea that anyone should ask what he might like at a party for someone else entirely, and his brow furrowed as he loped around the counter and up his little makeshift staircase of upended boxes so he could clamber back onto the counter to ring Kamala up. "I do rather like cinnamon rolls a great deal, but I'm happy with just about anything, really. I mostly lived on mushrooms, for the longest time, mushrooms and rowa fruit and herba leaves wherever I might be able to find them. I'm not one to quibble and fuss. Erm, well, not about food, anyway."

[slothbabyproductions]

"Oh, it's not a fuss, believe me," Kamala said, cheerfully. "I'm just glad to hear that you're coming."

Did Boc say he was coming? Not in so many words. Kamala might just be manifesting it right now. She reached into her bag and pulled out her wallet to pay for the sweater.

"I love all the clothes here. Arden and I have been talking about revamping my look. We'll have to come in here sometime to do that."