Springtime burst through the front doors at a brisk walk, trying not to look to suspicious. If Maverick found out what she was up to, there would be a whole number of things to deal with. Although, it would probably be hard for him not to find out since he was with her. She hated the fact that she didn't like going to public places alone. But, maybe he would see this as a special case kind of situation. It was, after all, and Springtime wasn't about to pass it up. She turned, making her way towards her target.
Last Edit: May 14, 2007 8:35:17 GMT -5 by sumizome
Maverick followed. He had no idea what she was after. It was kinda obvious that she didn't like being alone in public. Kinda odd, seeing as a tomboy would usually trick themselves into thinking they could kick anybody's *ss who tries something. Double odd, as Sprintime actually could. He was still blasting his Eurobeat, specifically Speed Car.
"You know, Kuri-san has absolutely no grasp of English syntax. Wait a minute.... You don't care. Never mind."
He thought just a little more. He was watching TV yesterday, and there was this commercial about.... "Oh god. Shoe sale."
"Took you long enough." said Springtime, not slowing down or hesitating in the slightest. Yes, despite being a complete tomboy, Springtime had an uncontrollable shoe fetish. There was some evidence to show that it was genetic, seeing as how her mom, aunts, grandmother, cousins, second cousins, and any other female relative from her mom's side all seemed victim to the same fetish. She turned the corner, they were only three stores away and she could practically smell leather. She started talking rapidly in her excitement.
"This is the big one. Closeout sale. Half off, two for one, discount coupons, the whole shbang! They have everything from high-tops to designer shoes and it's all on sale! I may never have another opportunity like this in my life!" They reached the store and Springtime stared in awe at it for a moment. Her eyes got huge and she grinned ear to ear. "It's beautiful..."
Maverick sighed and slouched over, Anime-style, complete with sweatdrop. He followed her slowly. "I fear the day you gain the confidence to go out in public alone. The world will never be safe again. The following Armageddon will destroy all shoe stores in your wake. Earth is doomed...." Maverick was able to hide the smile he usually used when he was joking like that. Then he heard the 'it's beautiful' comment. "Oh, for the love of Pete!" He readied himself to be dragged around the store at moderately high speeds for a person on foot. He gave a resigned sigh....
Springtime reached back and grabbed Maverick's wrist. She took off at about the same speed she had when she had tried to beat Maverick to their meeting spot earlier, almost running over a few small children as she dashed through the store. Her first stop was going to be where they kept the high-tops. She not only prided herself in owning one of the largest selections of high-tops in the world, but she was also in competition with her aunt Teresa. She dove into the shelves, tearing through boxes in a frantic attempt to find a new pair to add to her collection. "Ah HA!" She held a pair of purple high-tops in front of Maverick's face. "I don't own a purple pair yet, and they're only ten dollars! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find high-tops for ten dollars?"
Upon being propelled forward, and suddenly, theres an obstacle en route to his face, he stopped his upper body, but Mavericks lower body went a little further. He backpedaled a bit, and he completely fell over on his back, then let his feet fall. "Someone is going to ask me in ten seconds if you're my girlfriend. I can garuntee it."
As he was getting up, a woman grabbing her own twelve pairs of shoes to buy asked him, "That your girlfriend?" Time count: 9.98 seconds.
Maverick closed his eyes, sighed again, said, "No," and extended his hand, waiting to be whisked away through the fairy lands once again by a raging-hormoned female teen in her element.
Without hesitation, Springtime grabbed his wrist and began tearing through the store again. She was on her way to the clearance rack when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She skidded to a stop and planted her feet firmly in the ground, her eyes fixed on a pair of tall, high heeled, black leather boots. "Oh, there's no way..." They were labeled as being her size, but she doubted they would actually fit. She'd wanted a pair for practically her entire life, but there was one problem, she had abnormally muscular calves. High boots never fit over them. She grabbed the pair and shoved her foot inside one. She pulled the zipper up. It was a perfect fit.
"Ooh, goodie, now you can complete your dominatrix outfit, can we go now?" Maverick knew the answer would be no, knew she knew he knew, and so he sighed, once more, in defeat. He gave her about twelve seconds of fiddling around, and held out the arm again. It was surprising that it hadn't been removed from its socket. Just as he held out the arm, another woman whom had been perusing the boots asked, "That your girlfriend?" Maverick was not given time to respond.
Springtime grabbed his wrist again and and took off through the store again. After doing this about fifteen more times she stopped. "I think I found everything I wanted..." she said, holding a pile of shoes in her arms that was so large she could hardly see over it. "We can go check out now. Wait, did you want to get something while we're here?"
"Yes, I have a burning desire for more shoes than I will wear on twelve lifetimes. NO!" Maverick held out his hand. "Close your eyes. I'm leading you out of here, and there is no freaking way you're going to do anything else to sabatoge the rest of your life."
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"Okay, first off, I can't exaclty grab you hand like this. Secondly, why do I need to close my eyes?" said Springtime, raising an eyebrow. "And I think you should really consider getting at least one new pair of shoes. If you're not going to wear a nice shirt, at least get some nice shoes." She was reffering to his orphan hoodie. It's not that she had anything against it though. She actually kind of liked it. Perhaps it was because it was partially her doing. Hey, he wouldn't come when she said to, it's his fault there was a tear from hood to pocket!
Maverick just sighed. "Okay, I'm leaving now." He made a beeline for the exit. Walking at a fast pace, he was out of the store in twelve seconds. He didn't look back, but he was pretty sure she would all but run to the checkout counter.
Springtime carefully made her way to the counter, balancing the mountain of shoes in her arms. She spotted a cute pair of sandals along the way, but they weren't in her size. She reached the counter, dumped the pile on it in a heap, and pulled out a rather large stack of coupons. The girl working the register stared in surprise for a moment and then started scanning. It took about fifteen minutes until she actually had a price on the purchase.
"Umm... that'll be $146.78." She said finally, wonder if Springtime even had that kind of money.
Springtime was prepared. She always kept a stash of money on her stage makeup kit in case something like this were to come up. She reached into her pocket and took out her wallet.Opening it up and pulled out a wad of cash, counting out how much she actually needed. She took the change and her five bags of shoes and left the store to meet up with Maverick again.
Maverick had made his way to the arcade by this time, and he was playing on the machine that his older brother's girlfriend had christened Stompy McHardGay. Why she had christened it that, he had no clue. He was in the midst of acing A: Renaissance on Oni.
Springtime made her way to the arcade, guessing that was where Maverick was. It was either there or the food court. She soon spotted him on good ol' Stompy. "Having fun playing with Mr. McHardGay?" she asked.