<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hehoECf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Azalea<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Open air Market<br/><strong>Action:</strong>The Things One Does<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abel, Haruka, Jerk Cat, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Azalea took Haruka's hands in hers. "It's always nice to meet a fan." This was a banner day. She had an actual fan base! And Fetchy didn't have the heart to bring up the fact that her fan base was made up of a grand total of two (2) individuals, 50% of which she had just offered to date and the other half in danger of being eaten by her own Bellsprout.<br/><br/>After the three had gone their separate ways more or less, there was bad news enough to convey. Mostly over a table which held...<br/><br/>"Three sixty-eight?" Azalea looked over the sparse change that had been their earnings for the day as the coins and bill (not bills, mind you, but<em>bill</em>) sat in isolation on the table. The Farfetch'd pointed his leek over at the smouldering wreckage that had so recently been the idol's makeshift stage in explanation. "But that's not fair!"<br/><br/>Fair or not, Fetchy took the two dimes, three nickels, and two pennies that comprised his allotted ten percent (rounded upwards in true agent style), leaving Azalea with the princely sum of three dollars and thirty-one cents, and the conundrum of how to pay the bills this week.