Username + ID: Aria of Sorrow 1005622
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Day: 2
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CharmPrompt(s):
A charm of gratitude? Well, Rosie can't imagine anything more perfect for her pie! After all, she'll likely be sharing it anyways; what's the joy in baking if not to share?
But... partaking in good deeds around town... that's a tough one. She frowns at the directions, trying to not feel a little unsure of herself. What was the point of doing good deeds if it was all for reward? How is she to even know where to
begin with this, when she should expect the reward, when to even ask? Was she simply supposed to go up to the florist and ask to be given odd jobs until she rendered herself worthy of a flower? But would those really even be good deeds then, if they were done with an expected payment?
The decision is tough, and she wanders away from Auntie's house feeling just a bit dejected. It was quite hopeless. First she overslept and missed out on cinnamon flavoring, and now this? Just too much! There was nothing else to do for it. She just had to head home.
(On the way there, she:
1. helped three people of varying ages cross the street
2. assisted a lost baby pokemon in finding their parents
3. complimented at least 15 different pokemon for some part of their style
4. helped a pokemon pick up their scattered belongings after they tripped and fell
5. bandaged said pokemon's skinned knee with the bandages she always kept on her
6. made a freshly picked field bouquet for a pokemon looking just a bit down
7. caught a baby flying type just learning to use their wings.)
It was hopeless. How was she ever going to do good deeds? How could she, Rosie, be expected to know what to do with this? She would never figure out what to do in time.
"Hey! Rosie!"
Rosie turned just in time to see Nero the zigzagoon racing to meet her, panting slightly. She blinked in surprise, wondering what he was doing all the way out here - they didn't exactly know each other
that well, after all, and she didn't think he knew anyone else all the way out here. But here he is anyway, getting closer and closer... "Rosie-"
There's a horrible ripping noise, and at once they both realize what's happened - he caught his jacket on a piece of metal, jutted out and just sharp enough. Nero turns to look at it with horror, gently pulling his jacket off to examine the damage as Rosie races over. Yes, she doesn't know him well, but she knows this jacket is his pride and joy - genuine leather, very expensive, something he had saved up for. He takes care of it extremely well. Not that it was likely to gain holes so soon, but Rosie just knew that if he even thought the material was about to wear through, he'd pre-patch it.
Which is why, before anything else-
"oh... oh, come in. I have a sewing kit; I can fix that right up for you."
Nero shakes his head. "I can patch it myself, it's not a problem-"
"No, no, I insist. You can come in if you'd like. You can even help decide the patch for it, if you'd like."
So with an amount of reluctance, Nero follows her indoors, allows her to stitch his jacket back together. He picks a fabric for a patch, shows her an idea for one he'd already had and lets her paint it on herself. It's weird to see him without it, Rosie thinks, privately. It would be good to see it back on him. And so she spends the next hours fixing the jacket, until all thoughts of pie leave her head.
"Um," says Nero after she's done, shuffling hesitantly in that characteristic zigging and zagging of the zigzagoons, "I heard you were baking pies, and you needed something special for it, so..."
He shuffles some more, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a slightly crumpled flower. "I asked the florist if I could have one for a friend," he says, almost sheepish - which meant that he was feeling very bashful indeed. "It's a Gracidea flower."
Rosie hesitates, utterly dumbfounded as she stares at the flower. It was slightly crushed, yes, but... "...Thank you, Nero," she says, reaching out a hoof to take the flower and shooting the zigzagoon a smile.