Pixie Dust, Monday
Makita wasn't sad to be back, not really, but it was odd.
She did not miss whatever witchcraft had caused her to come so close to losing it in that vault, but the city itself...it felt like home in a way that Fandom never did. The island was too clean, too placid, too cheerful for her tastes, and Makita had enjoyed getting to flex her skills.
Pixie Dust was open, with a new sign in the window:
Monsters shred your shirt? Got gunk that won't come out of those pants?
15% off your purchase if you burn the ruined stuff in our back room.
[The OCD runs freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]
She did not miss whatever witchcraft had caused her to come so close to losing it in that vault, but the city itself...it felt like home in a way that Fandom never did. The island was too clean, too placid, too cheerful for her tastes, and Makita had enjoyed getting to flex her skills.
Pixie Dust was open, with a new sign in the window:
Monsters shred your shirt? Got gunk that won't come out of those pants?
15% off your purchase if you burn the ruined stuff in our back room.
[The OCD runs freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]