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Looking through the cherry-shaped lenses above her cheeks, Desiree's acrylics would make little tapping noises against the rows of beaded jewelry painting the tables of the souvenir shop. It was the perfect way to beat the heat, oscillating mist fans shooting out their ever-so-prized water droplets- she'd hoped that it wasn't too hot for her new acquaintance though, expressing a concerned yet curious gaze looking across the booth with a bracelet in hand.[break][break]

"Do you think this would look cute with the dress, Rina? ♡" A silver and pink beaded accessory hanging within her fingers, she'd hold it up against the fabric of her iconic Kalona cherry dress, allowing the just barely differing colors to stand out with contrast. Though they had only met briefly in passing and had interacted with each other's social media posts from time to time, Desiree felt the festival would be the perfect opportunity to get to know a bit more about the fellow signed artist of the label other than what the tabloids would report. The real Ciprina Fisk, not the idea of her. What a blessing that their schedules seemed to line up![break][break]

A glistening partner Cherubi on her shoulder, the grass type would sway in the wind of the fans, looking around at the carnival attractions that surrounded the group. The pinkette would place the bracelet back down on the stand. "I might get this, it's so precious," She'd beam with warmth, finding a little Clamperl's pearl-inspired ribbon which she immediately envisioned tying into the shape of a bow on the grass type's stem; it was so inexpensive it was like picking a grain of sand out of the pile.[break][break]

Usually, Desiree partook in shopping exclusively in high-fashion boutiques and avant-garde design shops, but there was something so sweet about getting little cheap souvenirs every now and then. It was a bit worrisome to the idol that Ciprina could potentially not dig the ribbon like the celebrities back at the Kalosian music festivals, but hey, fast fashion was popping off these days. Maybe this ribbon was mass-produced in a sweatshop too, she'd wonder, tying it onto the lil' baby.[break][break]

Golden optics noticing a sign for a 'house of mirrors' attraction, Desiree would wonder how many surrealist photos she could take in there, feeling the reflective cherry vibe. "Mini photoshoot in the mirror haus~? ♡ We could take some cute pictures in there." Kalosian accent present in her interested words, this idea would be a true algorithm boost if Ciprina would be down, not a swipe on that amigo dating app from that one dude she saw at the dunk tank days prior.

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