06-10-2020, 05:07 PM
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— it felt that no matter how long mickey lived in the district, he could never grow tired of looking around at all of the shops. he had to admit that he wasn’t an avid shopper, not quick to buy something for himself on a whim. still, between all the absent window shopping and looking around, it made for a fairly good way to pass the time. hands shoved in his pockets, he looked around absently. it was almost relaxing, looking at all of the goods the district had to offer.
“oh!” the exclamation was followed by a loud pop as an ornament fell from a shopkeeper’s hand and shattered on the floor. “shoot.” face flushing with embarrassment and frustration, the elderly woman placed her hand on one of her knees, leaning down and trying to start to pick up the broken glass. mick didn’t hesitate to walk over, kneeling down on the ground.
“here,” he hummed, scooping up the bigger pieces of shattered glass. “let me get that for you.”
“oh. thank you,” she said, gratefully surprised. “i’ll grab a broom for you to get those smaller pieces.” it didn’t take too long after that to gently brush the remaining pieces into a dustpan, throwing it away in a nearby trash can. brushing dust off of his hands, he looked absently around the store, gaze eventually settling on the ornaments that still needed to be put up. the elderly woman followed his gaze, clearing her throat a moment. “if you had some time, it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands..”
mick didn’t have the heart to say no. stepping over, he quietly started picking up the remaining ornaments, stacking the ornaments for her. she huffed a breath, grateful. placing her hands on her hips, she said, “it pays off to have someone like you around here.” the elderly woman laughed softly, trying to innocently laugh off the embarrassment she felt over the accident. she turned her hands palms-up, looking down at them with a small smile. “these old things. they never work like they used to.” a ghost of a smile went to mick’s features, politely taking an ornament whenever she handed one to him.
after a moment of quiet, she then added jokingly, “don’t get old, hun. it’s too much of a hassle.”
mick briefly paused. to think he used to not be able to imagine himself growing old. the idea of living a life that was full never seemed in the books for him. once feeling destined to be alone; to think almost a year ago he wanted to die, and almost did… to now, where it finally occurred to mick that he could picture himself growing old throughout the years. not only that, but wanting to continue to live and enjoy life.. impassive features softened slightly. he plucked an ornament, stacking it along with the others, making the absent remark, “i don’t have much of a choice though, do i?”
the elderly woman, not seeing much in the remark, chuckled quietly to herself before handing him another ornament as they worked.
— it felt that no matter how long mickey lived in the district, he could never grow tired of looking around at all of the shops. he had to admit that he wasn’t an avid shopper, not quick to buy something for himself on a whim. still, between all the absent window shopping and looking around, it made for a fairly good way to pass the time. hands shoved in his pockets, he looked around absently. it was almost relaxing, looking at all of the goods the district had to offer.
“oh!” the exclamation was followed by a loud pop as an ornament fell from a shopkeeper’s hand and shattered on the floor. “shoot.” face flushing with embarrassment and frustration, the elderly woman placed her hand on one of her knees, leaning down and trying to start to pick up the broken glass. mick didn’t hesitate to walk over, kneeling down on the ground.
“here,” he hummed, scooping up the bigger pieces of shattered glass. “let me get that for you.”
“oh. thank you,” she said, gratefully surprised. “i’ll grab a broom for you to get those smaller pieces.” it didn’t take too long after that to gently brush the remaining pieces into a dustpan, throwing it away in a nearby trash can. brushing dust off of his hands, he looked absently around the store, gaze eventually settling on the ornaments that still needed to be put up. the elderly woman followed his gaze, clearing her throat a moment. “if you had some time, it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands..”
mick didn’t have the heart to say no. stepping over, he quietly started picking up the remaining ornaments, stacking the ornaments for her. she huffed a breath, grateful. placing her hands on her hips, she said, “it pays off to have someone like you around here.” the elderly woman laughed softly, trying to innocently laugh off the embarrassment she felt over the accident. she turned her hands palms-up, looking down at them with a small smile. “these old things. they never work like they used to.” a ghost of a smile went to mick’s features, politely taking an ornament whenever she handed one to him.
after a moment of quiet, she then added jokingly, “don’t get old, hun. it’s too much of a hassle.”
mick briefly paused. to think he used to not be able to imagine himself growing old. the idea of living a life that was full never seemed in the books for him. once feeling destined to be alone; to think almost a year ago he wanted to die, and almost did… to now, where it finally occurred to mick that he could picture himself growing old throughout the years. not only that, but wanting to continue to live and enjoy life.. impassive features softened slightly. he plucked an ornament, stacking it along with the others, making the absent remark, “i don’t have much of a choice though, do i?”
the elderly woman, not seeing much in the remark, chuckled quietly to herself before handing him another ornament as they worked.