Wynn laughed a little seeing Aurora take another basket. "Sorry, I wish I was a little stronger." He really did. Sometimes he felt so... Well, he wasn't sure what word he could use. He wanted to be of more use to her, that's all. And to be able to make her happy. He followed her out of the store and braced himself for the usual temperature difference. He didn't really like the feeling of going into the cold supermarket and then returning outside to the island's warm climate. It was comfortable in Minnie's. Sometimes the cool air made him feel sleepy and he would cuddle up somewhere if he was lost and take a short nap.
He heard Aurora humming again and smiled. She really did have a nice voice. If only she could sing in front of him. Thinking about what Aurora said he looked at the ground and started to ponder. "What to do...." He wondered quietly. As they made their way over back to Aurora's place he remembered her house mate, Adam. It didn't take much to know that Adam didn't like him. The reason why wasn't unknown either; he always commented on how slow and retarded he was. This was just how he was. He couldn't NOT be slow even if he wanted to. Gosh, now he was confusing himself. "Do you think Adam will be angry that you're bringing me over again Rose?" He asked sadly. He loved to go over and spend time with Rose, but Adam's temper was something that Wynn seemed to set off no matter what he did. If he did nothing than he was yelled at for being useless. If he did SOMETHING, he was yelled at for getting in the way. Sometimes he just sat outside on the porch so Adam didn't have to see him.
Still very much optimistic about her and Marian's little get-together, she had a small smile all the way back to her house. Mulan walked into the house she shared with Jasmine and the dreaded Eric. She actually really liked the house. Everything seemed so... nice. If only she didn't have to live with someone that hated her. The houses and housemates were pre-assigned somehow at Scrooge's City Hall. Of course, she didn't want to live with him and at first decided to live with Lily for the first night. Soon it was common knowledge that no one could rest easy unless in their assigned homes. Normally her and Eric tried to ignore each other, except for maybe a few snappy comments or sounds of disgust every now and then. Arguments weren't uncommon either though.
She sighed as she went up to her room. Thoughts about Marian and Eric soon plagued her. What if Eric was going to somehow keep Marian from the lunch they had planned together? She bit her lip. It was actually very likely. Eric hated Mulan, and would love to take Marian away from her. She shook her head. "Marian wouldn't do that to me..." She mumbled with hope. Marching straight up to her room and then into her bathroom, she shut the doors and stripped herself before she got into the shower. As the hot water fell onto her body she tried to enjoy the feeling rather than try to think about Eric; the person she least wanted to have on her mind. Thinking about Marian was an option, but thoughts of her just brought thoughts of Eric anyway.
Once she was done with cleaning herself, she stepped out and dried herself off. Her hair was still a little damp, but the island weather would soon dry it up. The Asian slipped on a pair of dark army green short shorts, a blank tank top and a similar green jacket, grabbed her phone, slipped on her brown boots and went out the door. If she stayed home all she would do was try and kill time unsuccessfully until lunch. Mulan decided to go over to M-Mall and maybe find something to do or run into somebody. She smiled seeing someone in the mall: Stitch. "Good morning Stitch!" She called.
Esmeralda woke up to the sun's rays beaming on her face. She groaned as she got up to shut the curtains. Her arms extended upwards above her head as she stretched and then slumped her shoulders with a sigh. "Well, good morning to me." She grumbled to herself. Still dressed in her nightgown she walked out of her room and into the hallway. Listening for any signs of her house mate she concluded Herc wasn't home. Man, Herc sure was an early riser. But she was a deep sleeper, so it didn't bother her. "Probably off chasing Til." She said with a chuckle. It was funny how he could so openly try to get to know her when everyone knew the Princeton boy through of the girl as his bitch.
She admired people like Herc who got up early to stay fit. There was Mulan and Robin too. Her, she just needed to dance; it was her own way of staying fit. Making her way down to the kitchen she grabbed a piece of bread and chewed slowly at it. There was some french toast sitting around magically, but she didn't feel the urge to eat it that morning. For some unknown reason, Esmeralda was content with even the simplest of meals. She was pretty grateful for everything actually. On the island, she felt free and blessed, like she could do whatever she wanted without having to worry. Maybe she was someone who was constantly hunted before, who knows.
Still in her nightgown and putting off changing for later, she walked out onto the porch and looked around. There were people out and about, as expected. Her attention was caught by a figure up on a hill. It looked like a boy was painting. Ah, must be Toulouse, she thought to herself. The boy was an amazing painter. It seemed like everyone on the island was special in their own way.