Buying some stuff

[Rinji]

The sky was blue as it has always been, the clouds were towering and puffy, reminding him much of the sold fairy floss at a nearby stand. Gently, the wind touches his cheeks as if it was gently caressing him, the wind sure loves doing that. He wore an immaculate white shirt , cargo pants and his pink chucks.

This day has been pretty much okay with me for the past couple of hours.

Rinji smiled.

His legs moved rhythmically, right,left,right,left and so it continues until he reached for a certain spot at the street. His other hand held a bunch of new cds in a plastic bag, some stuff he bought earlier.

KLING

Rinji pushes open the door, the chime rings as a sign of a new costumer. Displayed outside were guitars, beautifully crafted guitars in blazing red and midnight blue. He couldn’t help but see them up close and of course buy some new strings for his guitar, which was the first reason why he had came all the way here, downtown.

His eyes feasted on the gleaming guitars, he let his fingers touch it, even just for a while. But no matter how pretty they were, nobody could replace his one and only. He continued on and went to the store clerk. He was a tall and lanky guy, he had greasy unkempt hair, lot of piercing and tattoos too, not to mention the leather vest.

Why do music store clerks look like these? I mean, man! You’re selling guitars, you’re not offering them to give them tattoo.

"Uhm, hey, can have some metal guitar strings, for acoustic," He asked with politeness.

The guy just stares at him, then he turned around and got some. He gave it to him and looks at him again, Rinji awkwardly smiles, pays for it and turns away.

"Phew, what’s with him..." He whispers to himself as he examine the stuff the clerk gave him.

He stuffs it inside the plastic bag, together with the cds and continued on to looking at some of the other instruments.

"Music... that’s what I breathe..."

[Mika Yukio]

It was a very pretty day outside and Mika would have rather spent it painting or training, maybe even dancing. She frowned, kicking a pebble while walking disgruntled out of a shop. It was the third one and she still had to buy a brush and some pencils. Good thing she was finished with the ink and the paint. She frowned again. But then there was that book she really wanted to buy... Maybe she could get to the library before it would close? She checked her watch and cursed, knowing full well she would have to go after it some other time.

She had spent all the glorious morning shopping and looking for the things she needed. But, as her grandmother used to say, when you look for something and don't find it, you usually find something else you didn't look for, but proves useful all the same. So besides the paint, ink, brushes and other instruments, she now carried around a plastic bag full of candles (for some reason, the idea of illuminating her room with them seemed dreamy), some odd-coloured feathers, some shells (although she had enough of them already) and even flowers (though artificial). But all this had left her thirsty, hungry and awfully tired. She suppressed a whiny moan and was about to head towards one of the cafés around the city, when something caught her attention.

It was a music shop. It was nothing extraordinary, on the contrary. It was your typical supply and instrument shop, like the dozen others she had visited for her needs. What made it special in her eyes was the fact that it was partially hidden by the sudden turn the street took and practically obscured by the brighter, more attractive display of the clothes shop besides it. She smiled in delight and changed course, getting there in less than five minutes. She stopped for a moment to look at it from the outside and then entered, a soft cling betraying her entrance. She smiled politely at the clerk, choosing not to notice his appearance at all and threw him a cheery "hello". After his short, half-annoyed reply, she took on to examining everything in the music shop. She noticed the surprised look of the clerk and secretly rejoiced. While looking closely at a guitar, she decided she loved being random, even though her feet were killing her from all the running around she had been doing today.