Sewing Needle Samba [Ghost]

Something about shopping on his own felt scary to the small child, but he was brave and he would do it, just to prove to his older siblings that he could. Walking out of a store that sold magic implements that one wouldn't expect--no wands or staves or books with cursed paged--but a lot of spoons and tablecloths and knitting needles that had various magical functions.

He was decently familiar with the woman who ran the shop, as he walked in and bought a new set of enchanted sewing needles. When the woman asked what he needed them for, as she rang them up and put them into a paper bag, he explained that he'd accidentally stabbed himself in the finger with his last sharp sewing needle, and he couldn't use it now that it had tasted blood.

She nodded sympathetically and took Thierry's allowance, sneaking in a few yards of the fabric he liked to use for his ritual dolls into his bag for free.

Stepping out into the street, he paused to take a deep breath of nice cool October air.

Thierry looked into his bag to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. It would suck to have paid for something only to find out that it had been left on the counter. After he'd assured himself that he hadn't left anything behind, he looked up to start towards home.

"Oof!" He grunted, feeling the wind get knocked out of him. It felt like someone had thrown something at him, although he couldn't tell what. Looking down he was suddenly covered in glitter, so much so that he felt bad for all the people who might be going by on bikes or in cars.

He hoped he wasn't blinding anyone.

"Hey!" he called to the girl. He could tell she was much younger than himself, so he tried not to make his tone too mean. "That's dangerous, you know."

@"Amiable Ghost"

Oh.

Oh no.

He hadn't been trying to sound mean, but the way she shrung away from him was all the indication he needed to know that he'd been a little too harsh. After all, the girl was very small--she probably didn't know what she was doing and she was admittedly very adorable.

Even the way she filled the streets with eye-murdering bright glitter mosaics could be considered charming.

Thierry sighed and ran after her.

"Hey, little girl! Don't you--don't you have uh, guardians, you should be... with, right now?"

@"Amiable Ghost"

Thierry was worried about this girl. Little kids shouldn't be around without adult supervision, especially not little kids that had the potential to cause a lot of trouble. Granted, its not like she was hurting anyone, but...

But still...

When it seemed like she was slowing down, he was internally glad. That meant that he wouldn't have to chase her down to make her listen to reason.

Until she tapped him and then ran off again.

"Wha--tag?"

Thierry stared, dumbfounded, and then hung his head.

God damn this.

"Wait! Wait a second!" He yelled and chased after Irie again.

Oh god, he was not designed to feel stress like this. Chasing after smaller children was not his idea of a fun time, especially not when he was supposed to be going home. But he couldn't in good conscience, leave her be when she had no one around to watch her. That would be irresponsible. And Thierry just liked to think he was better than that.

But at the same time, this little kid was absolutely nuts.

She was running through things and past things that barely had any space at all for her without slowing down at all. It was almost like she wasn't real. How was he slower than a girl that looked and acted like she was half his age? That was just unfair.

He had several complaints.

As he ran and approached a pile of swept up sparkles, he noticed that he'd somehow lost sight of her. "Wh-- where did she--"

Thierry let out a frustrated sigh and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Little girl?" He yelled. He guessed at her name, since she seemed to speak in third person. "Irie?"