He waved his phone by her neck, and she almost jumped with surprise. Then, he started doing something on it, and Sunny started burning with curiosity. What was he doing on it? She was very tempted to peek, but she didn't want to upset him. He seemed real nice. Nicer than some of her other owners had been, in any case, and that in itself was enough to excite her. Not that she needed any more extra excitement, of course. As he did his little phone-thingey, Sunny contemplated (or came as close as she could to contemplating) saying something again, but he looked busy, and she knew (...sort of) from past experience that when people were busy, they generally didn't want to be bothered. That didn't stop her from looking around the large lobby like a small child and having a little conversation with herself in her head. I wonder what his house looks like. I wonder if he has any pets. A fish, maybe? Oh, I hope it's a colorful fish! They shine so prettily! Ohmygosh what if he has a cat? That would be AMAZING~! Oh, I wouldn't mind a dog, either. Not one of those giant, scary ones. A little one. A little furry one. Gah! Adoraaaaable! That's too much cute for just one little animal! What if he has a lot of them? Puppies and kitties everywhere! Yay!
"Alright," her fifth- Wyatt drew her attention back to him as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. "I guess its time to go. Come on, Sunny, and be quick about it or I'll make you walk back to my apartment." With that, he turned and briskly started away, in the direction of the doors. "'Kay!" she called after him, not sure if he'd heard or not. She quickly turned to Mr. Glasses, and gave a daintily peppy wave of goodbye. "Bye Mr. Glasses! See you soon!" He smirked weirdly, but Sunny didn't have time to analyze. She had not seen the irony in her parting words.
She skipped along to catch up to her new owner, whom she'd almost lost due to her farewell to Mr. Glasses. Once she was within comfortable range of Wyatt (God she adored that name), well, she kept up her pace, which was slightly faster than his. She had to remind herself a few times that she didn't know where they were going, and that he was the one who did, so she needed to stay behind him. Yeah, Sunny had to remind herself of these things frequently. Not that she minded.
Sunny giggled when he opened the passenger door on his car for her. Again, he was so polite! Gosh, so polite! Once they were inside, he spoke to her again. "We're just making one quick stop," said Wyatt, and Sunny immediately jerked her gaze over to him from where it had been situated on the little buttons that rolled up and down the window. "Just a stop at the tailor's, since my pain-in-the-ass for a father apparently bought me suit that I don't need, too." He pressed some buttons on a computer... thingy... located on the dashboard, and a song started playing. Sunny's smile shrank a fraction. Her Third had been a fan of this particular band. He hadn't been as polite, but that wasn't supposed to matter anymore. The car began moving, and Sunny hastily moved to fasten her seat belt.
"It'll take maybe an hour, at the most." An hour? That's not a quick stop... Aw... "Then we'll head back to my apartment, and I'll give you some instructions on what to do." Yay! I hope he as a cat... "The tailor I'm going to is right in-store, and there's a dress section, so if you're good and quiet, I'll let you pick out whatever you want, got it?" Sunny's eyes widened greatly, and she blinked a flurry of blinks in her surprise. Rea- "But only if you're good."
Sunny pursed her lips to keep from squealing in happiness. Quickly, she turned her head away, and looked out the window instead, trying to pay attention to the scenery in an attempt to curb her excitement. She was not messing this up. No way, no how. The stakes were high. So very high. Even the slightest of mistakes, the puniest of slip-ups could put her goal in serious, serious jeopardy-
"Do you like cats?!?" The question just... happened. Before she could stop it. Sunny kept her face to the window, facing away from Wyatt, and bit her lip, thoughts immediately starting to flutter through her mind, chastising her for her mistake. AW LOOK WHAT YOU DID THAT QUESTION WAS RIDICULOUS WHO DOESN'T LOVE CATS AND NOW HE'S GONNA THINK YOU'RE STUPID AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET THE DRE-E-ESSS GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. Oh. Excuse me. Her teeth bit harder into her lip, ashamed at her mental profanity. Out. Of. Line. She sighed softly, and slouched her shoulders (something she'd been told explicitly NOT to do). Sometimes, Sunny really wished she was different. This was one of those times.