"Hi, hello." Sam greeted as he reached out to shake their hand. "I’m Agent Banner with the FBI, I’d like to ask you a few question if you have the time."
Ariel’s eyes went wide. “Questions…? About what? I’m erm, well, I’m not busy…”
Look at that second gif. Straight to the pocket, no guilt. Sneaky mermaid.
if this were season 1 and ariel were cursed she’d still totally be a klepto and emma would be like “dude we talked about this i don’t want to have to keep arresting you”
and ariel would just be like, “but shiny”
She needed to make more friends; she knew this. Yeah, she was nice, but she could be nicer. Even now, years later, those words from Zach echoed in her mind.
But it wasn’t even that she was mean, it was more like she was… closed off. Claire put up walls. She didn’t always go out of her way to come out from behind them, anymore.
Claire regretted it, more than she let on. Maybe that’s why she was out there that day, hands in the pockets of her wool coat, eyes scanning the crowd for a friendly face.
The red hair caught her eye, and she found her gaze drawn toward the head to which it belonged. It was a young woman, flipping through the pages of a magazine. They were perhaps around the same age, give or take. Then again, it was hard to judge since the blonde didn’t age.
She moved toward the newsstand, weaving in and out of the sea of people on the sidewalk, and cleared her throat. Words were hard, but there was always one sure way to greet someone, wasn’t there?
Ariel looked up at the sudden voice, smiling at the girl from the 25 Good First Date Questions and Conversation Starters page of the magazine she’d been preoccupied with.
"Why hello there!"
She greeted her right back, the genuine grin never leaving her face. Usually, Ariel was the one who started conversations with complete strangers in hopes to make new friends, so when the opposite happened, she couldn’t help but look and feel happy.
"How do you do, miss? I’m Ariel! Who might you be?"
"Congratulations, you get a cookie for contributing some strangeness to this very strange day. What’s your name miss?"
"I know, right?"
"Do I really?! I love cookies! Ariel. What’s yours?"
"Well today has been suitably weird."
"Anyone else got something bizarre for me?"
"I was a mermaid once."
"Abe’s my cousin. He’s practically like the older brother I never had."
"Neat-o! I don’t have any cousins. Not any that I know of, anyways. It’d be so funny if I did though. Could you imagine? Having secret family you didn’t even know ‘bout?"
"…really?" Grace set her books down before setting herself down on one of the chairs set up around the room, "You—you, you, you have a really nice voice so, so you shouldn’t be—be scared’ta…you, you shouldn’t be scared’ta sing ‘front’a anybody…"
"Thank you, thank you so much. Means a lot. I’ll try, I will, and maybe someday I’ll find the courage to audition for the choir…" She nodded, as if trying to convince herself. "I’m Ari, by the way. Are you in one of my classes?"