Pixie Dust, Monday
Makita did not have any children this weekend, which, did not particularly surprise her or cause her any distress. She and Proto lived in a city that was a ground-zero bloodbath, and any child of theirs would be far too well trained to go through strange Gates without their parents. It was as simple as that.
But there were lots of new parents with small children flailing about, and so Makita had put some of the smallest clothing they had on racks right up front. Small shoes, too, in case small people had some sort of accident over the weekend.
Pixie Dust was open, but Makita was going to expect you to pick-up after your own kid.
But there were lots of new parents with small children flailing about, and so Makita had put some of the smallest clothing they had on racks right up front. Small shoes, too, in case small people had some sort of accident over the weekend.
Pixie Dust was open, but Makita was going to expect you to pick-up after your own kid.