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"Are you okay? What’s your name? What are you?" the cat stammered, clearly worried about the harpy.

After a few seconds of realizing she was safely on the ground, Celia did a quick mental check. Well, I think I'm fine... except for my ego. That is very bruised. 

"Oops, I was getting a little carried away there, wasn’t I? Sorry about that! I just get sooooo excited about these things sometimes." She paused, then, doing her very best to clear her throat in a mature, professional sort of matter. "Ahem! Anyway, it’s very nice to meet you, Ethan!"

She had to stop herself from asking if she was allowed to take some of his fur home with her. After all, she didn’t really have any specific reason for being here. She was just exploring! It’d be awfully rude to leave without at least checking out some of his stock, though, wouldn’t it?

"Ummmm…" Beckett would buy something if she could, really she would, but everything here looked way too heavy for her! Not to mention the fact that the only thing even remotely close to currency she had on her was pixie dust, and that was only good for selling as craft glitter, and maybe to goblins.

Human money was much too big for her. Their paper money wasn’t too bad, but she had to fold it up a ridiculous amount of times before she could get it to fit in her pocket, and even then, a single bill could hardly fit!

"Nice to meet you too." He responded politely. She clearly wasn't suited to carry any of his records, much less any money, so he guessed his question was a bit redundant. Nevertheless, he had to suit his guest in whatever ways possible. He nodded at her request to show what it was he did for a living- his records were his heart and soul.

He stepped out from behind the counter, and gestured for her to follow him, over to the records she was looking at just a few minutes ago. "These, are you should probably know, are records. I'm not sure how much you know about 'em, but you put them on a record player, like this one-" He waved a paw over to the record player he had sitting nearby. The poor old thing, it looked like it needed a replacement. "-and they play music! Like this."

"Oh, it is soft!” She exclaimed, resisting the urge to be a huge freak and bury her face in the fur. This guy probably already thought she was weird enough, right? Right. Let’s not make that any worse. Man, though, she was so happy, she would purr if she was able. Unfortunately, faeries cannot purr. Such a major design flaw, right?

After petting the cat for an amount of time that she deemed proper, Beckett stood upright again, clasping her hands together. “Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! How silly of me! I’m Beckett. The sweater fairy! Sort of like the tooth fairy, I guess, but she’s too popular for her own good, if you ask me.”

"Yeah..." He mumbled in response to her saying it was soft. He knows it's soft, he's literally covered in the dang stuff 24/7!

After a couple minutes, the guest (finally) stopped stroking his paw, and stood up. His ears perked up as she introduced herself, and nodded after hearing her... profession, of sorts.

"Sweater fairy, huh? So you make sweaters? I guess that's why you were interested in my fur." Ethan trailed off a bit, before he realized he should probably introduce himself. It's only polite to do so. "Oh, uh, my name's Ethan, and I own this place, obviously." He paused for a second before continuing. "I'm... I'm a cat."

At least he didn't seem to be the only one in this town who was an unsociable friendless loser. Well, Beckett SEEMED to be one, at least, judging by her actions. That's rude to think. He shouldn't be making assumptions.

It wasn’t rare for Beckett to find herself off exploring the little town she’d made her home in. There was always so much to see; especially when you were as little as she was. Every privately owned store was a mall, and every alleyway was a labyrinth! She definitely preferred the little shops over the alleyways, though. After all, the latter were so much easier to get lost in. And way less fun to be lost in, too.

But speaking of privately owned shops, that’s just where she happened to turn up today! Honestly, how had she not known about this place before? It was so cute and filled with so many interesting- what were those, anyway. Beckett didn’t really know what the cardboard slips with varying artwork on them were, but she loved them. They were so cool!

And when her gaze finally made its way over to the owner? Oh oh oh, her wings started fluttering so fast! She hadn’t been this excited in hours! What soft looking fur- what fuzzy looking ears- and what a warm looking sweater! Or hoodie, she supposed. Sweatshirt? People had so many strange names for non-sweater clothing.

Oops, she was gawking, wasn’t she. Now that wasn’t very polite! So, to fix that, she flew herself on over to where the owner was stationed, standing herself up on the counter and trying her best not to get fairy dust all over the place. ”Hello! This is such a nice little shop, it’s so cute! Oh, and your fur, it’s!” She paused a moment to clasp her cheeks in her hands. “It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen fur this nice. It’s so well groomed! And soft! I mean, i haven’t touched it, but it looks soft. May I touch it?” 

This was no different.

He could just barely see his tiny customer, which confused him greatly and made him wonder if he was hallucinating or something. But nope, there was in fact a tiny flying person in his store buzzing about, gazing at his pride and joy (his record collection) with interest. He watched her fly about, mesmerized by her actions, before she finally started staring straight at him.

He was just a bit unsettled by her actions, and his tail shot up into a diagonal position, wanting to be a bit cautious with his guest. She was being a little freaky, as he wouldn't really like to admit. That's just rude.

The customer's voice was squeaky and he could honestly just barely pick up on her voice, but her request to touch his fur just left him staring blankly at her. It wasn't exactly every day a tiny thing that seemed to be a fairy asked to touch you. Not inappropriately, of course. But it was quite a strange question.

Pink Floyd, huh? This was new to Roni, but she figured it was some really old weird stuff (hopefully with no meowing). She listened intently to his story and agreed that would be pretty uncomfortable, and awkwardly laughed a bit when he laughed.