Augmented

“You can take care of it- right? I’m really busy!”

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There aren’t many people wandering the Run today. 

Not like a heatwave and a horsefly swarm do much to make going outside inviting. The few that are out gather in small groups on rickety porches or wherever there’s shade. They don’t do much, neither. ‘Cept watch her. None of them look the type for tiny toy horses; all scraggly beards and sun-dried skin and sunken, tired eyes that glare daggers through a city-slicker whenever she starts getting a little too close. They speak in hushed tones, but only when they’re sure she can’t hear them. Otherwise, they choose to stare and scowl.

The sun shines down a town that’s far too cold for summer.  

The only remotely approachable looking figure’s the sheriff sat in the square, doodling in the sand. The ground around Redwood’s well’s been thoroughly covered in his handiwork. That being a bunch of shaky lines, with only a few barely creating unnameable shapes. 

Chicken-scratch might be overselling it a little. 

But that’s ok! He’s proud of it anyway.

He pauses only to check on his drawing tool. Big hands obscure what he’s using exactly - but it’s definitely not a branch. Too short for that, and not the right color. More of a faded, sun-bleached pink than brown. He flips it in his palms a couple times - and that’s when he spots her. 

He doesn’t get up - but he does wave her a friendly how-do-you-do. He turns back to his ‘work’, and the tiny star pinned to his vest flashes, briefly, in the sunlight. 

She really didn’t like this place. The environment was awful enough- bugs flying around, heat being almost unbearable, and the glares from the people outside didn’t help. After a certain point- she realized there was no reason to approach them. They clearly didn’t want her here- if they’d ordered these tiny horses- they sure didn’t want these tiny horses.

Maybe they just wanted to get away without paying...

Or maybe they just wanted to ruin her day by having her come out to the middle of nowhere carrying a crate of tiny horses only to eventually just leave. She was pretty sure that wasn’t the case- but still.

Once her arms started getting tired- a quick augment instantly brought them back to working order. She tossed the tub in her arms a few times- trying to bring a bit of feeling back, and continued on.

She chose not to look back as she continued on. She could sure as hell hear them- if not too clearly, though. Her epithet was based around sound after all- and rabbits did have good hearing. But if she registered anything said about her, she sure didn’t show it. She hadn’t really heard that much worse, but hey- retail customers sucks.

Upon reaching the town square- she didn’t really know how to react. A well. Huh. A weird guy. Bigger huh. She gave a brief glance down at the chicken scratch- mostly trying to understand anything written down. Not a thing. Whatever.

At least- with the wave, he seemed somewhat friendly. And the glistening star on his vest...

This was stupid. This was stupid and she hated it. There were bugs everywhere- it was all dirty, she didn’t wanna be here like at all. 

But she had to.

Because ‘it was her goddamn job’.

HER JOB THAT SHE DIDN’T WANNA DO- DAD. So now she was out in the middle of nowhere- in this stupid town- carrying a large box. She really did hope she was getting paid extra, but she wouldn’t hold her breath. Why did she agree to do deliveries again? Why did they decide that having deliveries would be a good idea?

Brushing a few bugs away from her face, Lorelai walked into the town. Luckily her scooter would probably be fine- though she’d have to pick up some wood-chips out of it later, but this was ridiculous.

Glancing around- she noted that no one seemed to be rushing out to get their things. Yet. She had her apron on that very obviously read ‘Blyndeff Toy Emporium’, so it was weird that no one seemed to notice. Or maybe they just hasn’t been the ones to order it.

She didn’t really know what the situation that phone call took place under- but she was here now, carrying a large box of tiny toy horses and the like.

But one thing was for sure!

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       ❝ Well… like I had said before, when I first told you- I’m going to be taking my friend Sylvie to that one icecream shop we used to go to all of the time. You know… ❞ She begins to trail off, and looks to the side a little discouraged to continue. 

       ❝ When we were more like a family I suppose… eheheh.. ehhhh. Anyway, it’s important to me and important to him. You get that right? With how popular you are… and all of the friends that you have…❞

      She manages a small smile after that, maybe she shouldn’t have made a… well- slight jab at her sister like that. But it wasn’t fair, Lorelai always tried to weasel out of her shift somehow. Molly knew to try and make her plans more in advance but this was sadly one of those last minute things. Well, last minute for the type of schedule she held. 

Lorelai listened for a moment, briefly taking out her phone to scroll through messages. She was listening- of course. Mostly. Though she glanced back over when she mentioned the icecream shop. Lorelai remembered that place. They had some pretty good stuff. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had ice cream. They’d been a bit too busy for that- right?

‘When we were more like a family.’ 

That made Lorelai pause. She tucked her phone into her pocket, eyes narrowing slightly. “We are a family, Molls. ‘s not anyone’s fault that we’ve just been... busy.” She gives a small shrug of the shoulders, still frowning. “I mean, I guess. Is that his first time going to that place?? I mean... I guess it’s important.” She pressed a hand to her chin, thinking.

She could only vaguely remember the first time they went to that place- it was a while ago. But Lorelai knew that it was pretty exciting. “Yeah, I mean- the first time going somewhere new is always kinda important.” She avoided Molly’s ‘popular’ comment. Usually- she’d eat that kinda thing up, Lorelai knew she was pretty popular... but that didn’t really matter too much right now.

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       ❝ Wait– what? Lorelai, you agreed to work this shift because I have plans today. So… I mean I kind of really do mind this time. Sorry… ❞

      Even though Lorelai had already dropped the apron into Molly’s hands, she still felt like persisting. Granted this was something planned like two days ago her sister had agreed on working today. Molly just hopes that she won’t… walk out, because there was no way the child would leave the store unattended. Not when it was the only source of income for their family. 

“I get that, Molly. But like- plans change really easily!” She gave a small huff- turning back to look at her sister with a brief flash of annoyance across her face. Though, she paused, and her expression softened a bit.

... Lorelai did promise...

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“I dunno what you mean! Oh, actually- glad you’re here! Could you take over my shift? I’m gonna be super busy later- you don’t mind, right? Okay thanksies!”

Masu here! Turns out- I don’t have any self control!