(2) A second incident.

On the streets on Avana, a short boy finds himself strolling alone is quiet contemplation. There's an obvious sadness to his demeanour, though there's nobody around to notice. It isn't that there aren't people walking up and down the streets, especially this close to the market, yet in his own world he's rather alone. All in all, he's having a bad day, as we all do sometimes. He's a human with scruffy, short red hair and freckles. A pair of round spectacles sit before his eyes. It's a boring afternoon, and all he truly wishes is for something to cheer him up--some kind of excitement.

"We're all sad sometimes," May says with a hand on his shoulder.

The boy practically jumps out of his boots. "Ah! Where'd you come from?" he asks.

A whistling tune. That's what he hears right before, "It's kinda nice to talk to someone closer to my height once in awhile."

Mayheim's head is once again by her signature blue and silver M-A-Y top hat. Though this time, she wears something more appropriate for the city streets. Somewhat, anyway. On top, she has a black suit that extends down past her rear like a cape, with rolled-up sleeves as well as a big, cute bowtie below her neck. Under the suit is a striped blue dress shirt. Otherwise, she wears a matching black skirt, stockings beneath it, and nice shoes that look more or less ordinary besides on the back of each--small bunny heads to match the ones on her hat. After her little introduction, she slips her flute into her sleeve where it disappears entirely.

"... Cute..." the boy mutters.

May's eyes light up. "All right. Just for that, I'm gonna help you out."

He gets flustered from that. "I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry, sorry."

"Too late. I said I'd help cheer you up, and I will. Watch this." She clears her throat and holds up her hands. "May-May-Magic!" Then with a poof of sparkles, two items appear in her grasp. They're piece of fabric. No, that's not it.

The boy gasps. "Why do you have--"

Two pairs of panties. One is pink and the other is black. "They're all yours. You're welcome," she says as she forces them into his hands. "Enjoy. Treasure them forever. But you might want to hide them for now."

"Wh-Why are they warm?" Not knowing what to do, he stares at them wide-eyed for far too long. He suddenly snaps back into reality after noticing May's eyes turn to a couple of women standing nearby. Quickly, he stuffs them into his pockets, even if they aren't coming this way, or even looking at him. It's still an embarrassing thought to randomly be holding that, especially for a boy lacking in confidence already. He just watches where May watches, wondering what she's looking at.

The aforementioned pair girls start looking around rather flustered.

"We should see if they need some help," May suggests.

"Oh... Okay. Sure," the boy replies.

"What's your name, by the way? You can call me May."

"I'm Rod. It's good to meet you," he replies timidly.

"Rod, huh? One day, you're gonna make a lot of women happy with a name like that."

"Wh-What does that even mean?"