Ace: Prefect-! Why won't you come with us—to the—festival?! *tries to pull MC away as they cling to the doorframe*
MC: I don't want to... It's going to be crowded...
Deuce: We'll be there with you!
Ace: Deuce! Are you even pulling?!
Deuce: Can't you see I'm doing my best?!
Ace: *to MC* Damn, you got a strong grip! You give us no choice-! *starts tickling their sides*
MC: Hahahahahaha-! Stop! This is embarrassing-! Hahahahaha! *lets go of the doorframe*
Ace: We didn't dress you up just for you to put a paper bag over your head!
Deuce: Give up, Ace. We're here to enjoy the festival.
Ace: *exasperated sigh* Fine, but you're taking that off when we get to a secluded area!
MC: *has been holding onto their sleeve*
Ace: Do you wanna hold our hands instead?
Deuce: Wow, dude, you're being sweet for once.
MC: *spots something familiar on one of the stalls*
MC: *approaches it, dragging Ace and Deuce in the process*
The stall owner: Hey! Is there something you like? I've got plenty of goods you can choose from!
MC: *points at the smooth, palm-sized red crystal* That is mine! Please return it to me!
The stall owner: Um, what?
Deuce: MC? What's going on?
MC: Please, sir, it's mine!
The stall owner: No? I can't just give it to you for free. What about my business?
Ace: Er, how much for this one?
The stall owner: 500 madol.
Ace: How much's on you, Deuce?
Ace: Shit, I only have, like, 260.
The stall owner: Well, sorry, kids. I can't sell this to you then.
Ace: *yanks the paper bag off MC's head to show what they look like*
MC: *looks absolutely adorable even through their tears*
Ace: Aww... Sorry, MC. We're short on money.
MC: But... It's mine... *cries harder*
The stall owner: Alright, alright! I'm giving it for 50 madol!
Ace: Heck yeah! *pays it*
Deuce: *comforts MC* We have it now. Don't cry.
