"Thanks much." He's quick to down some-- summertime, and all-- a tiny little spot of purple left on the glass's rim. His eyes light up while he's still not quite able to answer yet, mid-sip.
It's a pure white ita-bag in the shape of a heart, two puffy, shiny angel wings jutting out to its sides. The accenting metal of the buckles and zipper are a gleaming gold, whilst the face of the bag is a soft lavender... and curiously, void of all decor. The point is to fill the slot up with those bags, isn't it...?
Despite the color being so immaculate, there are subtle signs of wear that mark it as not-quite brand new.
"This old thing? Hmhmhm~. It was the last one. Don't know if the place is even still standing, but I'm sure you can find look-alikes around... but I really like how they did these, don't you?"
He pulls the bag into his lap, and manually flaps its wings, one in each hand. There's lavender stitching, on closer examination, marching in little lines to further a suggestion of feathers.
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It's a pure white ita-bag in the shape of a heart, two puffy, shiny angel wings jutting out to its sides. The accenting metal of the buckles and zipper are a gleaming gold, whilst the face of the bag is a soft lavender... and curiously, void of all decor. The point is to fill the slot up with those bags, isn't it...?
Despite the color being so immaculate, there are subtle signs of wear that mark it as not-quite brand new.
"This old thing? Hmhmhm~. It was the last one. Don't know if the place is even still standing, but I'm sure you can find look-alikes around... but I really like how they did these, don't you?"
He pulls the bag into his lap, and manually flaps its wings, one in each hand. There's lavender stitching, on closer examination, marching in little lines to further a suggestion of feathers.