Not quite a Girl Scout

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[This little Replica hasn't been seen recently because it was very busy. Doing what exactly? Preparing for this. Set up in a well-trafficked hallway is what looks like a cookie selling lemonade stand, except instead of delicious treats lining the tables, there are Hearts. Rows and rows of Hearts in jars. A sign above the table says: FOR SALE. A second sign says: FRIENDS GET ONE FREE. Come and be amazed. Or horrified. Or hungry.]

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[mordaciousness.livejournal.com]

[ Hello, little Replica. She doesn't realize that's what you are. Have a Marluxia coming up to cross her arms as she examines your wares. ]

You seem to have been very busy.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Well, now. This is obviously going to attract someone's attention.]

Many customers yet?

[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[:o Hearts. Don't mind a small swarm of cats coming to make what they will of the jars.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[the Replica startles visibly and looks up at you, answering automatically]

Yes, Master.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[is it lunchtime Kurt]

Not yet. But I just finished putting up my sign.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[it looks pleased to see you all and crouches down]

Hi kitties. Look, I told you I'd get lots of Hearts.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He might be tempted into a snack.]

Hah. Are you expecting much attention?

[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[They... vaguely remember something like that, yes. For now, however, they're far more focused on purring up a veritable storm.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[they look delicious right]

I hope so. I want to make more accessories. Or maybe some new friends.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[it will try to give pettings if that's allowed]

I can give you a few, but not all of them. I think I have fish Hearts.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Drooling up a storm here. Well, internally.]

Well, hopefully there'll be someone along who'll like what you've got on offer.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I don't know why everyone wouldn't want one. They're pretty. And glow in the dark.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Some people are a little - hm. [He wonders how to put the human viewpoint on this, that he can tell-] A little sensitive about them in these situations, I believe. Though I'd agree with you myself.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I don't see what there is to be sensitive about. I'm the one who got the Hearts. Hmph. I'll just charge the people who complain more.

[this is obviously a good solution]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.] It's their loss, I'd say.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Do you want one? You're my friend, so you get one free.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Ah, so kind. [He gives a warm smile at that.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[it can hook you up bb]

Choose whatever one you want.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Hmm. Hmm, indeed. A little bit of poking and picking up, and he'll take a jar from the stack.]

Well, that should do it...

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

[s-so no thin mints?]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[you're a picky shopper]

Do you need a bag? I have bags.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Got to get these things right... he nods.]

It might be useful, yes.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[not even one samoa]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[it rustles under the table before bring out a plastic bag]

Here!

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

[disappointing ;; but he will investigate anyways, giving you a happy smile]

Hi!