Purely Professional!
Characters: Kitty saleskitten and Shiro quincy_crossed
Date/Time: October 10, noon
Location: Park Island
Rating: Let's be safe with PG. There be jigglin'.
Summary: Kitty invited Shiro to lunch. The park looks like a good place to have eats! Much awkwardness regarding spandex and costume robot laziness ahead.
"Kitty-sama, the wings on the hat have a function you know," Peke gently chided as the girl strode quickly over the rope bridge to Park Island. She wasn't really afraid of heights, but the bridge breaking and causing a fall would easily terrify anyone. Kitty gave her tail a playful bob, letting the bell jingle to ease her nerves.
"I know, but I can just as easily walk from place to place. I don't want to get there too early and feel like a weirdo," Kitty replied, fidgeting with the tied knot at the top of the lunches she'd made. She held the bundle to her chest to cover herself some in a fit of self-consciousness, something the delightful jingle of her tail-bell couldn't fix.
"You humans have far too many picky customs," the robot huffed. The girl ignored him, however, when she stepped onto the island and eased out a breath. I hope my costume isn't too much.
Oh, what little did she know.
Date/Time: October 10, noon
Location: Park Island
Rating: Let's be safe with PG. There be jigglin'.
Summary: Kitty invited Shiro to lunch. The park looks like a good place to have eats! Much awkwardness regarding spandex and costume robot laziness ahead.
"Kitty-sama, the wings on the hat have a function you know," Peke gently chided as the girl strode quickly over the rope bridge to Park Island. She wasn't really afraid of heights, but the bridge breaking and causing a fall would easily terrify anyone. Kitty gave her tail a playful bob, letting the bell jingle to ease her nerves.
"I know, but I can just as easily walk from place to place. I don't want to get there too early and feel like a weirdo," Kitty replied, fidgeting with the tied knot at the top of the lunches she'd made. She held the bundle to her chest to cover herself some in a fit of self-consciousness, something the delightful jingle of her tail-bell couldn't fix.
"You humans have far too many picky customs," the robot huffed. The girl ignored him, however, when she stepped onto the island and eased out a breath. I hope my costume isn't too much.
Oh, what little did she know.