Kamikakushi
Jun. 4th, 2025 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplexingWho: Donnie and...
What: A shopping trip goes awry...
Where: Name your space mall
When: Late Juneish
Sure, it's cool and all, being able to virtually make anything you need simply by putting your hands on things, but that requires things you don't really want to be able to change them. That would also be admitting that the supposed gift bestowed upon him is actually useful and appreciated, and Donnie does not want to give Amalgamous Prime that satisfaction, even if the old Prime is dead. But then dead Primes so far as he's discovered, have had this way of still slipping into people's business...
Nothing beats a good, old-fashioned shopping trip anyway. It's not a pleasure Donnie's had very often back home, most of his shopping relegated to online, at least until they got a bit bolder about being around in broad daylight in public. Oh, the power of hoodies and the natural ignorance of human beings!
But here, he's simply seen as another alien, albeit a young one. Not that he forgoes the hoodie. It's just more comfortable to wear and loose enough to wear over his most streamlined battle shell, a segmented, sleek thing that he's designed solely for that extra protective layer, without any additional bells and whistles. He's also got on a dark pair of cargo pants because he likes the pockets.
"Oh, excellent, there's a bookstore," he says as he peruses the directory. Books are one thing he definitely can't just make without completely knowing what content he wants in it, and he's always looking to add things to his growing collection. "And a plant shop? Ugh, I should've brought a bigger bag," he mutters, turning to step over to the railing to tip down his goggles. According to the map, both shops should be in the same wing-
"Augh! Illex!" the turtle teen sputters as he feels a tongue slurp his hand. He pulls his goggles off, not at all looking amused as the headpiece twists upwards with a toothy grin. "I really need to remember to double-check my things... You were supposed to stay home."
The mimic whines as Donnie slides the goggles into his bag. Wearing them is just going to keep ending up with similar results, but it feels strange without anything on his head, so he pulls up his hood as he starts down the walkway.
What: A shopping trip goes awry...
Where: Name your space mall
When: Late Juneish
Sure, it's cool and all, being able to virtually make anything you need simply by putting your hands on things, but that requires things you don't really want to be able to change them. That would also be admitting that the supposed gift bestowed upon him is actually useful and appreciated, and Donnie does not want to give Amalgamous Prime that satisfaction, even if the old Prime is dead. But then dead Primes so far as he's discovered, have had this way of still slipping into people's business...
Nothing beats a good, old-fashioned shopping trip anyway. It's not a pleasure Donnie's had very often back home, most of his shopping relegated to online, at least until they got a bit bolder about being around in broad daylight in public. Oh, the power of hoodies and the natural ignorance of human beings!
But here, he's simply seen as another alien, albeit a young one. Not that he forgoes the hoodie. It's just more comfortable to wear and loose enough to wear over his most streamlined battle shell, a segmented, sleek thing that he's designed solely for that extra protective layer, without any additional bells and whistles. He's also got on a dark pair of cargo pants because he likes the pockets.
"Oh, excellent, there's a bookstore," he says as he peruses the directory. Books are one thing he definitely can't just make without completely knowing what content he wants in it, and he's always looking to add things to his growing collection. "And a plant shop? Ugh, I should've brought a bigger bag," he mutters, turning to step over to the railing to tip down his goggles. According to the map, both shops should be in the same wing-
"Augh! Illex!" the turtle teen sputters as he feels a tongue slurp his hand. He pulls his goggles off, not at all looking amused as the headpiece twists upwards with a toothy grin. "I really need to remember to double-check my things... You were supposed to stay home."
The mimic whines as Donnie slides the goggles into his bag. Wearing them is just going to keep ending up with similar results, but it feels strange without anything on his head, so he pulls up his hood as he starts down the walkway.
