Role Models (Part 1)
"Excellent choice, young man. It's one of our best-selling products. It has lots of movable joints and comes with several accessories." The clerk said while showing Aran how even the fingers could be moved according to the weapon of choice.
"I can see that. I asked what it does." He said.
"Everything you want." She shrugged, having no idea what the kid meant.
"That's a lie. It doesn't fly, it doesn't cast spells, nor does it make any sound." Aran pressed the head, the emblem on the chest, and the arms, but to no avail.
"You are joking, right?" The clerk was flabbergasted by such absurd demands from a mere toy.
"If that's the best you have, I pity the other children." Aran pouted, making the woman seriously consider a career change.
"Big bro, can you enchant this?" The kid ignored her and ran to a tall man that looked like he was there only to honor a lost bet.
He read the price tag before answering.