[PRP] Window Shopping (Oxiin x Allegro)

[Olivia Solace]

Window Shopping
Players: Allegro & Oxiin
Setting: Local Shops; Breezey & Overcast

Allegro was alone today, which was rare for him since his arrival into the Lightner home. Hayden was giving piano lessons in a nearby home in the shopping district, and the boys had lessons of their own that they had to attend to. Allegro could not be enrolled in the lessons with the boys this late into the teaching process for them, and would have to wait until the nest semester before he could go into schooling with them.

In the meanwhile, Allegro had found ways to keep himself occupied. Helping people around the district, sampling food form the local vendors. Today's distraction was browsing the local shops. He had been given a little spending money by those who he had helped around the area and figured the best way to spend the money given to him is back into the community he gained it from.

Browsing a trinket store through a window, Allegro eyed some shiny glass bulbs as he window browsed. They looked like hand-blown glass twisted into many different shapes with interesting and beautiful colors. He contemplated whether or not he should go inside and buy one. He thought it would look absolutely beautiful in his room, especially when the morning sun came in and shown on it. He let the decision bounce around in his head for a couple moments, weighing out the pros and cons.  

[X Purple--Platypus X]

Angry slapping noises stalked the shops of Aimes. They sounded peculiar, like webbed feet – perhaps those of a swan or duck – were making their way noisily through the stores. However, there was no waterfowl window shopping today; just Oxiin, wearing a pair of flip flops. The noise was caused by his lazy steps as he dragged himself around. He didn’t really want to be here but everywhere else was even more irritating. Inge was working at the market as per usual but the rust child didn’t fancy another day of sitting around with the stink of fish, or wandering around looking at the stalls. Staying at home wasn’t really a good option either – that was so infuriatingly boring. Nothing ever happened! Therefore he had tagged along with Inge and from the marketplace he had wandered into these shops.

The wares that they sold were definitely of higher quality to those flogged in the market; they were much less rustic, polished and pretty. On the other hand they were also far more expensive. The price tags attached to a few of the things he had seen seemed ludicrous to the rust boy. Who would pay that when you could get the same sort of thing – albeit slightly less well finished – for less than half of the price demanded? He huffed to himself. The customers of these shops had to be stupid. Basically throwing their money away like that.

As he exited one shop, which had been full to the brim with furniture carved out of beautiful dark wood upholstered in the finest materials (all wasted on his sceptical mind), he was overcome by a sense of warmth. Like his skin was being kissed by the glow of the sun. However, one glance to the heavens reminded Oxiin that the weather wasn’t all that pleasant – dull grey clouds covered the majority of the sky – and as a consequence he frowned. Usually odd sensations like this signalled the presence of another special child... ZIya had been heralded by the crackle of static; Rindou had made his stomach churn...

Itching his crippled limb half-heartedly he looked around... Sure enough it didn’t take extensive searching before his coppery eyes found another boy, on the opposite side of the street, looking into a window. Of course Oxiin couldn’t be sure it was the golden haired lad that was causing the odd warmth but since there was no other form of amusement to quell his bitterness approaching him would not hurt. Coming up behind the other child he squinted at what lay behind the glass... And found... more glass? What was the point of that? Admittedly they were more interesting than the plain sheets found in windows but Oxiin couldn’t instantaneously fathom the purpose of the twisted blobs.

“What are they?” He pressed his good hand up against the window, leaving a dirty smudge. Introductions with the other possible dust could come later... He wanted to know what the oddities were for.

 

[Olivia Solace]

Allegro had noted the sound of the smacking against the road before he saw who or what the sound had belonged to. It reminded him heavily of the swans that made their nests down the road from Hayden's house, though he knew he would not find them here. This place was much too crowded with busy city life for swans to want to nest anywhere nearby. There was too much danger of their eggs being trampled, found, destroyed, or eaten. The waterfowl were not dimwitted like some birds and would definitely stay away from places such as this.

The golden haired child was amused by who the source of the smacking sound happened to be. He saw his reflecting in the glass as the child came to stand next to him, a bit of a grumpy look on his face. Some people naturally just looked bothered by things, but it didn't mean they were bad, at least from Allegro's experience.

Sweeping a faint smile over his face, Allegro looked at the other child with a side glance before directing his attention to the baubles on the other side of the glass pane, "They're sun catchers made of blown glass. When the sun hits the glass, the light reflects throughout the bauble and the colors in the glass are scattered around a room, or wherever the sun catcher is hanging. Like prisms do, except bigger."

As Allegro finished explaining to the child next to him what the baubles were for he couldn't help but turn to look at him. Something about this child seemed odd. He was getting that weird familiar feeling once more he had gotten from every child (or bottle as his previous encounter to this was) thus far.

"What was in your bottle?" Allegro asked. He figured if he was wrong about this he could shrugg it off and say he thought he had some sort of bottle with him. If the child next to him was a bottle child like himself, than he would know exactly what Allegro was referring to.  

[X Purple--Platypus X]

Despite Allegro explaining what the glassy lumps could do Oxiin’s expression was still soured with a perplexed frown. He could not see why anyone would want to buy such a thing. It had no practical use and... Despite being kind of swirly and colourful, most of them weren’t all that interesting to him. He wasn’t one for decorations anyway but when he did find one that he enjoyed it was usually something simple; a piece of whittled wood for example. It was robust, not over complicated and tactile; you could hold it as well as admire it – not like some delicate and useless piece of glass. Scorn etched into his face he huffed his disapproval but didn't cut over what the boy said next.

The rust child was actually quite taken aback by what the golden haired youth asked him. What was in his bottle? Oxiin knew that he had been born from a bottle and from some of the comments Inge and Jeremiah had exchanged he had managed to gather that this was a fairly unusual occurrence.. However, he didn’t really understand what the other boy could be on about.. What was in the bottle? Shrugging as if it was a stupid question Oxiin scrutinised the objects inside the window as if trying to cover up his uncertain answer. “I was..?”

Puffing out his chest to dispel some of his uneasiness in regard to what the other had asked he leaned back from the window, huffing again at the fanciful items, before digging his good hand coolly into his shorts. “Those things are stupid.” He remarked, nodding offhandedly at the decorations before turning his attention to the boy...

The boy’s blonde hair was divided neatly at the centre – in a way that Oxiin’s unruly brown hair would never be able to manage - his complexion was fair, yellowy almost with (Oxiin squinted to make sure) what seemed to be a slight glow and his eyes were like amber, or sticky honey. Overall his appearance fitted with the warm sensation Oxiin had felt, for it had faded almost as quickly as it had come on, and he was almost certain this child was similar to him and other special children he had come across. He did however look slightly too neat and... posh for Oxiin to easily relate to and it was only a half smile that he received at the end of the rust dustling’s inspection.