mayfield_rpg | 5 ♊ The last one in a while, I swear

[At the bank]

[To the Psiioniic’s chagrin, he does have a job to do, and now that things are settled and Milla is doing alright, he’s back at his job.]

[However, he’s… not the most social of person. Which can be something of a problem, considering he’s apparently the bank teller that most people seem to be redirected to today. Care to bother the gentleman in the suit who’s impatiently alternating between running up the numbers for the bank and tapping his pen against the desk?]

[Phone, filtered from Disciple and Signless]

Tho. Are any of you good at making clotheth? I want thomething made. Not to be thpecific, but it involveth a pink coat and gaudy amountsth of jewelry. If fathion ith a high priority for you, don’t talk to me.

[At the marketplace]

[Considering Milla’s condition, he’s outright refused to let her go about pushing herself too far. Grocery shopping falls under that category, so here the Psiioniic is, getting all the things Milla listed for him on a piece of paper.]

[And, uh… maybe a bit more.]

[You might find him in the produce and fruit aisles, outright staring with wide eyes at a display of oranges. They’re surely imported and are definitely a bit pricey.]

[…The staring is getting to be a bit weird. Interrupt the guy whose mind is currently being blown by a sudden revelation?]

[After the grocery store visit]

[The problem with getting a bunch of oranges and also the rest of the groceries is that the Psiioniic only has two hands. This is a problem.]

[So for anyone wandering down the street today, you might see him just standing there on the sidewalk, surrounded by grocery bags. He’s staring down at them, deep in thought and rubbing his chin. Really a shame they wouldn’t let him take the grocery cart out of the store…]

[Would you like to talk to the guy who looks like he could use some help?]

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Oh! Maybe I could help!

Yeah?

[Psii sounds pleased.]

It'sth going to be kind of a trainwreck. Do you think you could handle it?

Well, I'm willing to try, at least.

Alright. Well, what I'm looking for ith a pale pink coat, covered in diamondth. If you can make them actual objectsth on the coat- they don't need to be real or anything- then all the better.

The more gaudy the better.

[ Yeah, this level of food lust displayed in public is bad for the drones. Might be time to defuse it. ]

You all right?

Kanaya can do it, but she won't.

Why?

[Psii has some words he could say to some of the drones, but that would be for later. Realizing he's being spoke to, he snaps himself out of it and looks at the new woman.]

I can buy thethe?

[Hey, best friend.

There's a suspiciously fishy-looking troll on the other side of the street, a familiar grey cloak draped over his shoulders and the hood pulled over his head in a useless attempt to protect his gills and fins from the cold. He's holding a plate in his hands, a cake that was supposed to be pretty but really looks more burnt and flat than anything.

He'd like to come over and help. He knows he should and normally he would. But it's not every day you go shithive maggots and unintentionally murder at least five people. He really wouldn't blame the Psiioniic if he didn't want to speak to him for a while.

But the good news? No bleeding heavily from every orifice or blinding migraines! ]

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Eheheheheheheheheh. You'll thee thoon enough.

[And no psychic death aura! Clearly the best.]

[But really, Signless, you seem to keep underestimating the Psiioniic's nearly blind devotion to you. As he showed the first time Signless was released from the factory: it doesn't matter what happens to his best friend, his leader. Once he stops puzzling over his grocery bag problem, he notices a familiar figure on the other side of the street and perks up.]

Eth!

[Immediately, he bolts towards him, nearly getting hit by a car in the process. Grabbing Signless by the arms, he beams up into his face.]

Eth! I can buy orangeth whenever I want!

[He has the most blindly loyal family. It is ridiculous and he worries about the mental health of all of you.

But at the moment he's too overcome by relief to cake about silly things like mental stability. His face breaks into a grin and he pulls Psii into a tight one-armed hug.]

So you discovered the grocery store.

Well, yes - the price is not that bad, this time of year. Oranges are generally in season from November to about March, depending on the variety.

[ She smiles at him. ]

They're rare where you came from?

[As soon as there's confirmation, he's piling a bag full of them. And then another one. He couldn't look happier, face flushing.]

No. I mean, yeth. Kind of. Lowbloodth like me- commonerth- we couldn't afford the good thtuff, and then I went traveling and jeez! I can't believe thith, I thould have gone out earlier inthtead of getting almotht killed.

[Not that he could really avoid those events, but still.]

[He probably should worry about their mental health. Then again, they worry about his, so it's all good.]

[Being hugged by Signless after all this time is such a relief, and Psii presses his face against his hair, clinging to him.]

Eht, why didn't you tell me about that? All the orangeth, Eth, all of them!

[A sudden realization that makes him gasp. You are now being tugged across the street.]

Thomeone might thteal the grotherieth!

[And here is Rin coming to stock up on oranges. Yes, stock. They're her character item and even if eating ridiculous amounts of them is not quite as wise as a human, well, old habits die hard.

As she fills up a big ol' bag of them, she can't help but notice that this guy is staring. And staring. And staring.

What a weird person.]

What if I don't think I want to thee.

What if I don't think you thould thath your elderth like that.

[Goddammit, Karkat, what is with you and his lisp!!]

I can sew some. Not as well as Kanaya can, but she cares about fashion and I am willing to let it slide just a little if it's for a friend.

[ She collects a few lemons, not really wanting to get in his way. ]

These should keep for about a week, unless you're going to make marmalade or some other preservation item with them.

[ She catches one or two oranges for him, before they can hit the floor and bruise. ]

[Yes, he's heard that sort of thing before.]

[Perking up at someone else's interest in the fruit, he gets himself into gear and taps her shoulder.]

Hey. how many of thethe are we allowed to get?

[He may or may not try to outmatch the oranges she's getting in her bag is what he's really saying here.]

I need a pink coat covered in diamondth. Not genuine oneth, I'm not that crazy.

Doable?

You get me the measurements it needs to be, I'll get the rest of it ready.

[There is a giggle.]

Can I ask what's the occasion?

[Guess who his new best friend is. Guess. Is it the lady who caught oranges for him? You bet. Psii beams at her for it.]

Heheheh, they won't latht that long, I can guarantee you that. I could eat thethe thingth all day.

...Eth needth to be cheered up.

Eh? Allowed? ♪

[she looks at the sign for the oranges to make sure she didn't miss anyting. No limit is mentioned, so she looks back at him]

How much money do you have? ♪

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