#ariableu

“I’ll share my gummy worms with you if you wanna share. Cmon, let me share with you.” @ariableu 

ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵍᶦʳᶫ - @ariableu

The bell above the door chimes and the faint sound of heavy rain can be heard outside as the door opens and a figure walks into the, well the closest thing to describe it would be a bar, except instead of the normal bottles of liquor lining the shelves behind the counter there are containers of leaves, blossoms, and powders in vibrant colors. A couple of large clear containers of honeys of all different sizes almost glow in hues of amber and gold with shiny silver taps gleaming at the bottom. There is a pleasant warmth in the establishment, not only coming from the air but the decor, as mismatched and eclectic as it is. No two chairs or tables seem to match one another, but they all harmonize in a choir of color and texture until it seems like they were built to be together, in that place, in that time, and they would be there for all eternity. There is some sort of humanoid cat behind the bar, green eyes framed by a fiery orange fur and what seems to be an outfit straight out of a jazz band ensemble, a black fedora atop his head and a white button-up shirt with a black tie, and black slacks with thin white lines running down the legs. He turns his head to greet the visitor, launching into a phrase he’d said countless times before. “Welcome to the Improbabilitea Cafe, where no two cups are ever made the same way! What can I get for you? Aww, you look cold. Auron, honey, can you grab a couple towels from back there! Here, sit down, and tell me why a beautiful girl like yourself looks like something the cat dragged in, if you’ll pardon the wordplay.”

The sun was shining, the birds were singing. The sound of crashing waves echoed nearby. It was quite the nice day in Lilycove, and a perfect day to visit the mall to do some shopping. Descartes had heard that this was one of the best places to get anything he might need...not that he’d need much.

The golden-haired man stood outside the doors, checking his wallet to make sure he’d have enough. He was given a certain allowance, and it’d have to last him the next week. “Food for me, food to spare...maybe some of those doll things, since I don’t want to fight anyone.”