♢ 6 ♢ sixteenth pact ❖ {shop til you drop}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil appears on the Plane looking flushed but somehow happier than he's been previously. It might have something to do with the beginnings of a sunburn present on his cheeks and his upper arms. He's tired all the same, and practically collapses into a chair near the bar. All the bags he's been carrying go with him. They're full of clothes and souvenirs.

Speaking of clothes, Emil looks disturbingly normal in a white t-shirt and long dark shorts, along with sandals... but he's still wearing a scarf. Oh well.]

Five minutes! Please... I swear we've been shopping since the sun came up.

[Marta appears very shortly afterward, carrying far, far less. In fact, she's only got a small backpack on her back and a medium-large stuffed bear in her arms. She walks over to the chair beside Emil and plops down, all bounces and smiles and happiness.]

Aww... well, alright. You can take all the time you want, Emil! And when we go back, we can look at the stores on the other side! I want to play another game, too! And maybe go on another of those rides... [She trails off, staring starry-eyed and smiley off into space as she thinks about what a wonderful vacation this is!]

[Emil looks over at Marta and sighs. He reaches over the bar to get a glass, fills it from a nearby tap labeled 'water', and pulls it back to him-- all without leaving his seat. Someone's worn out.]

Yeah... sure...

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[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny appropriately ooohs and aaahs as each item is held up]

Oh, those are fantastic! Oooh, and those shoes, with that strappy thing, well done!

[Poor Emil, your pain is secondary to the excitement of being girly. Sorry D:]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.]

Thank you. I haven't had a chance to shop like that in a while, so I got as much as I could! [She's positively beaming now.]

What's your name? I don't think we've met... I'm Marta!

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil glances over at Marta, makes a face and continues making himself a soda.

And then, when there's the mention of shoes, he decides to put together a fucking milkshake. Good GOD.]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

I think I'm about to turn green with envy. Speaking of green, that top you had would be absolutely smashing in green. Or blue. Oh, blue is nice.

Benny! Fantastic to meet you.

[Poooor Emil. He will drink his woes away with milkshakes. Benny points back towards Emil]

And your friend there?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

You're right! I should go back and see if they have a blue one. Do you want me to get you one, too?

Nice to meet you too, Benny! That's Emil, my friend. [Ignore that she blushes a little when she mentions his name. Goodness knows she doesn't realize it's happening. ♥

She turns and waves to him.] Emil! You should come say hello, too!

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil turns slowly to look at the girls over his shoulder. He is distinctly disturbed.]

... H-hi. [He raises his hand in a little wave and goes back to making his milkshake. He's tired. NO MORE GIRL TALK AAAUGH.]