i've got katy perry stuck in my head really bad right now

[inthirds]

WHO: A gal with a scarf-hoarding problem and a guy who has had the compulsion to wear makeup thicker than Christina Aguilera before
WHERE: Outdoor ice skatey place
WHEN: Some day recently
WARNINGS: Probably nothing violent but if it does get violent I promise to write it like a Grey's Anatomy episode
SUMMARY: Look horrible shit is going to happen

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[speedofnaked]

It was more compulsion than honest need for goods; in her own world, Terra had watched time and again as her comrades would march into every shop in town and get one or five of everything, and comb every unfamiliar territory for the goods discarded or hoarded away.

So days with all those costs cut down so drastically? How could Terra resist that temptation? Twenty dollars today covered more than seventy in goods compared to last month; it only made sense. And it was fun to spend time with Zelgadis--

Wrapped up in the flurry of excitement of consumerism, it took Terra a moment to catch up with the divergence in their path, her hand wrapped in his. "Hey," she called with an amused laugh, tugging back a little on his hand. "Where are we going?"

[inthirds]

Zelgadis turned mid-step and backed into the ice rink barrier, lifting his arm with her hand to deter someone from trying to walk between them. Nope, no sir. He tilted his head and gave her a look, as if he didn't need to explain.

"I'd like to stand somewhere and not be pinned against six different people for a minute," he said, explaining anyway. "I'm surprised it doesn't bother you, since most of these people are taller and block the view."

[speedofnaked]

"I'm not that short..." she protested, though of course she really, really was. Her hand in his adjusted, fingertips sliding into place between knuckles. "And it's okay when we're still moving."

But she made no forceful attempts to get him moving again, finding easy contentment there. It... was nice. And the sales weren't going anywhere that quickly...

"... Does it bother you?"

[inthirds]

"I'm not short," he countered, smirking dryly, still lifting his head to glance about. He wasn't particularly tall, either, though. Some of the taller obstacles were just that, but he wasn't agitated by it at the moment.

"It's bothering a lot of other people, though," he observed, not for the first time to himself, but aloud for once. Some people just got so damn irate trying to buy things, which was understandable in some instances, but generally mystifying. Just buy what you wanted and leave if you're not in the mood for crowds, it's not hard.

A scraping turn on the ice turned his head and his attention over his shoulder, back to the skaters who drew him over in the first place. "And these guys don't give a damn either way," he mused aloud.