![]() The goat handed her a pen before she could vocalize anything. “Boy bands, so that’s what the teenagers are into now, is it?”Ĭarol’s throat retracted with embarrassment before sputtering a hasty response. The cashier spun the album in his right hand between his thumb and his index finger In his left, a receipt slid noisily on the table when his pointer finger pushed it into view, gesturing to the line at the bottom. “That’ll be three hundred crystals.” He murmured. Carol shuffled in front of Milla, who remained next to the door, and gave the man an appraising face before scurrying over to the front desk. He seemed to be about Carol’s height, sporting dark auburn hair and a tan jacket with the word “Jive” printed in large gold letters on the back. Together, they promptly shattered the immersion.Ī goat emerged behind the counter with his finger on a bell. The temptation to swat them away was unbearable.Ī noise and a voice. Every so often, her hair would bump into some CDs hanging with fishing line from the ceiling. But even she had to be wary of her own head in this store. Whatever it was, it was channeling Carol’s inner claustrophobia.Ĭompared to the rest of the group, Carol was used to being the shortest in stature. They were strung up on every corner like ornaments on a tree. They stuck on every surface like wallpaper in an old-folk’s home. It could be the posters and the newspaper clippings. However, the walls cramped more the further they stepped indoors. The inside of the store was, to Carol’s immediate relief, hardly as ragged as the outside was. “I… I can’t use the card without your signature.” She threw Carol a nervous grin before shifting her hands behind her back and failing to repress an awkward laugh. If there was anything for Carol to appreciate about the music store, it was that it stood the test of time. Both looked sleek, clean, and distractingly gentrified. Her pupils stared into the vacant clouds as they spread streaks of light in front of the neighboring buildings. The door creaked shut behind her.Ī few beats later, she turned to her bike and switched the engine off. “I’ll… uh, see you!”Ĭarol gave Milla a small wave before she tried the handle, finding it unlocked. Vines slightly obscured the porch, forcing her to crouch before opening the door. “Right!” Milla hopped off the bike and headed towards the entrance. “Make it fast, I don’t wanna stare at this thing all day.” She fetched a card and flicked it Milla’s way, which she gingerly caught in both palms. The pocket in Carol’s shorts jingled while she stuffed her hand inside. “If you say so.” Carol sang, before propping her motorbike’s kickstand into the ground and kicking back to ease the muscles she’d been using for the drive. “I’ll… just be in there for a quick minute or two.” She reassured, “Don’t worry!” “O-oh! Save yourself the trouble.” Milla interjected quickly, but slowed the rest of her speech down as her eyes scanned the building in front of her. “Nice place.” Carol sarcastically quipped, placing a palm on her hip, “Y’know, I see now why Lilac ran all the way to the Battlesphere to get you that album. Only a focused squint could reveal the words, as the sign was rife with messy layers of graffiti and greenery. A sign on the outside read “Jive’s Jammin’ Tunes”, each letter more faded and washed than the last. Naturally, she was going to feel like bringing Carol to such an unkempt edifice was her fault.Ĭarol seemed too engrossed in whatever she was looking at to even care. Regardless of how the building presented, Milla was anxious around it, regardless. Surprisingly, the telltale odors of moisture and decay remained in absentia. There was a weird sense of nature to it, seeing each wall, chimney, and door overgrown with dense foliage. Outside, its neighbors cramped the store, like a crooked tooth in a crowded jawline. From all angles, it was a big, rusty looking shack. Their ride’s deceleration became violent before an abrupt halt Carol tightened her back muscles when Milla’s claws jet into her. “We’re here!” Carol shouted, screeching her bike to a stop and spraying dust in the open as her wheels slid across the pavement. ![]()
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