#chopper no

this✨🌹

or, THIS ...

The thousands of Choppers turned to look at Crocodile. He didn’t exactly fit in with the ‘cute’ aesthetic of the reindeer, nor did his reputation made him the ideal candidate for a leader, but it was a possibility.

what the hell.

The door chimes with a presence, but upon a looksee, nothing. Huh?

Tippy toes, nothing. Tippier toes, a hint of something. By the time her sunset gaze dawns on her customer, Yoimiya's halfway over the bench, her supplies--meant for a shelf much lower--are held, precariously, in her grasp. A couple knock free, but that's fine, if her fireworks could kaboom! by simple means like that, her shop would've burned down ages ago! Awe settles, in her smile, in her eyes, before she blurts out--

"Actually, Yōkai get discounts! Mainly because most don't understand currency, and also because, c'mon, how am I going to charge something small and cute?"

They're mischievous however, and have caught onto her weakness for such things. Thankfully, being an honorary big sister has taught her some very important authority guidelines, so they didn't get away with too much half-off merchandise.

"Firecrackers, firecrackers..."

With a ka-thunk, Yoimiya places the assumingly light crate down, darting this way and that, before returning with an armful variety.

"These are very bright! So bright in fact that I've had to restrict them to adults only because kids kept using them as 'flash grenades,'" not her proudest moment, but such were the growing pains of being a new business owner. "These aren't as much, but they're very loud. Perfect for creating that ideal party atmosphere, but are best paired with a sprinkler or two to give off both a flashy look and a booming sound! This last batch..."

Yoimiya blinks. Ponders. Blinks some more.