A Penny For Your Kiss

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A.N. Arceus send help because I am procrastinating again and I can't seem to start even though I worry so much. No matter, because I have stories to finish and am currently waiting at the airport for a delayed flight to some mystery holiday getaway. What better way to keep procrastinating right?

I just wrote this yesterday and heck, it's plenty shabby but ehh. Drabble. I'm in a slight Diode phase and I even drew myself a comic (that I seriously keep looking at because I find it hilarious) which I stayed up the whole day to complete.

Anywayz. Pic is not mine, and I send kudos to the artist because I dig it so much. THE FUTURE IS NOW THANKS TO SEME!CLEMONT!

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Thank whatever deity out there that he was hungry at that very moment, at that very day. He'd been craving a twinkie when he coincidentally cycled past a convenience store along the route he normally did not take. It was a little hot outside too. Deciding on making a stop before he melted into oblivion, Ash parked his bicycle next to the nearest streetlight, chained it, and walked through the automatic glass doors of the small tuck shop.

Nevermind where he was heading, or if the corner store actually had twinkies. He was famished (well, at least that's what he mentally believed). The ravenette paid no mind if anyone was in the shop with him or if the owner was watching him hawk-eyed along the food aisle from the cameras (if there were any, the place seemed old) with nothing better to do. He wanted to buy something to quell his demanding stomach and, hmm, maybe chips would do. Chicken-flavoured, BBQ-flavoured, salt and vinegar flavoured- ahh. There, the best kind there is. Bacon and cheese, screw what everyone else thought. Of course, this just put the "convenient" in convenience store because he was glad that they had the rare chip flavour stocked. Ash's eyes lit up as he grabbed the packet from the shelf and stalked on over to the back of the shop to see if there was anything good he could drink.

And disappointed he was not. The ravenette was met with various fixed stacks of drinks cooling within the eight corners of the huge refrigerator. Opening the door, Ash mentally decided on bitter melon soda (well yes, the boy liked unusual foods. He was, you could say, a possessor of sophisticated taste buds) and scavenged for a can with the best quality. They were all the same, he knew, but he tried to entertain himself anyway.

Moments after selecting the shiniest? most condensed? can, he made his way to the front. Not so much as a peep from the owner who was reading a huge newspaper that obstructed his entire face. The guy was in a weird sitting position (who sits on a stool three feet from the ground with their feet on the chair like a squatting frog?) and he wore the most godawful tattered overalls. Probably some stuffy old weirdo. Wanting to leave as soon as possible, the hazel-eyed boy queued behind no one and placed his desired items on the cashier table top.

Ash didn't do awkward. The fact that Old Man Overalls was ignoring him was awkward and he was sorely tempted to just walk out the door with his food just to avoid conversation.

"Err, umm, sir. I'd like to buy these." He started. The flicking of a new page was probably his best reply yet, that is, until a few minutes later Old Man Overalls stopped altogether and lowered the reading material onto his not-so-available lap.

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