Hina and Aster starter for @astererer~
(I’m so sorry for the title. XD)
The shop smells like old books and paper boxes as she enters, and for a moment she considers checking it out another time.
‘Then again,’ she thinks, ‘when am I gonna remember to come back?’
From what she can see, it’s a cute little store - though she can’t see the back from the doorway, so it probably goes back a lot farther than she assumes it does. Movie posters - both vintage and new - line the walls in between shelves of figurines and collectables, comic books, vhs tapes in carefully tended paper sleeves, and things that look like replica movie props. Everything Hina’s half of the house could always use more of.
Looking down at the woozy pokemon at her side, she jingles the leash in her hand to get his attention. Not enough to jostle him, of course, but enough to make a noise. He looks up at her with a low, curious trill, and Hina can’t help but kneel down and pet his fluffy head.
“Hey bud, how ya feeling?”
The Galarian meowth lets out a rumbling purr and attempts to bonk her with his head - only for the cone around his neck to get in the way. He frowns.
Hina coos in sympathy. “I know, it sucks, but you can take it off in a day or two, okay?”
The meowth just grumbles in response.
Deciding that if Crowbar is sober enough to grouse, then he’s sober enough to take a fifteen minute detour, Hina gently leads him along into the shop with a firm, “Don’t eat anything.”
(Crowbar whines in a way that almost sounds like a child letting out an exasperated, ‘fiiiiiiine!’)
And with that, the pair disappear into the depths of the shop, on the hunt for old (and possibly dumb) horror movies to pester her sisters into watching with her.
