@lamengton has caught this slab of meat Spam’s attention!
Twiddling with her fingers had been an unusual sight for the Food Soul that had been considered a female of regality. Alas, her thoughts were adrift as her eyes and thoughts were engaged with a small plush animal. A bunny, to be precise, with a cream synthetic fur and beady black eyes. Their ears were long and flopped over as the general body of the stuffed animal was flat on its stomach with the arms and legs outwards. Sewn at the head were the mouth and small lines of a muzzle with pink thread.
Spam attempted to fold her hands and turn her cheek away, readying to apologize to the plush animal for having stared for so long. However, her intrigue shifted with the intent of making contact with the bunny of her eye.
Just how soft was the fur, just how delicately was the plush placed together? Was this plush animal on sale in this store ever in a household full of tenderness and love for it? Was anyone even interested in it? Spam knew indefinitely that it’ll be purchased in the future, yet, she cherished the idea of making her own purchase and gifting it to one of the children under her care.
Temptation was such a vexing creature – how it cooed to her with the stuffest fur she swore she ever saw on that rabbit. Her fingers began to curl out, giving into the serenity of desire. Slowly and surely, she would reach out and gently stroke the top of the rabbit’s head as if it were actually alive.
-That was until someone was nearby.
“Oh, pardon–” Spam noticed a figure nearby, slightly taller than her and with eyes that were turbulent – it was just something about their spark that reminded her of the Midwest back home. Desert, burning sun, high energy.
Her hands quickly folded back and she resisted once more, eyeing away from the rabbit. “Were you as well interested with the bunny?”
A SHORT EXHALE OF AIR , a huff - as expected , out of annoyance ! just as you were about to leave , restless optics would graze upon something that is always effortless to switch your ( usually ) sour mood around . there is a spark of an out - of - character adoration , which , of course , could easily be overlooked by those who you don’t consider familiar . cute things somewhat make existing easier , you’d think . you are you , something sculpted by anger & impatience . though , you can feel at peace , even by simplest of things .
it is peculiar , having a staring contest with a plush animal , of all things . plus , it’s even weirder , considering that you’re having it from quite a distance . does that thing think it can win so easily ? foolish .
coming closer to it doesn’t even cross your mind - because moving would mean losing ! & you really , really dislike - no , you absolutely detest losing ! ( yes , you are getting worked up over an one-sided competition ) . though , your patience is borderline non-existent at this point , & you look away , sending your ‘opponent’ a look that clearly says ‘ watch out ’ . ah , now you remember why you even paid attention to the toy in the first place ! confidence hangs around your shoulders like a veil , curling around your steps as you come closer to your so-called enemy . you almost can feel the soft synthetic fur under your fingerprints , almost , almost -
but alas , there’s another hand already resting upon its head .
you are ready to bark ( although , not bite ! your temper has improved a lot , thank you very much ! ) , but the hand (?) was there first , so it wasn’t your place to complain .
you look down - of course , the hand has a body ? or the body has a hand ? the other has something - gentle , ladylike about her . you are unfamiliar with anything even remotely resembling such concepts . ❝ yes . ❞ that one was sharp . perhaps a bit too much . so , you should try to mellow it out , no ? ❝ you can - you can take it . you were here first . besides , i can ... look for something else . ❞
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