It had been a successful thrift store run. I was working on furnishing my new apartment--it was my first one that I was living in solo and I was quite proud of it. I got furniture from a few thrift stores that I loaded into my dad's truck that he'd loaned me and was now arranging it around my living room in a bit of a huff.
I had also snagged a few things for myself--well I suppose the furniture was also for myself, but I meant unnecessary things for myself. I had gotten a silk scarf that was a lovely greenish-blue, a warm red sweater, and a lovely brooch with a face on it. The brooch was clearly missing some pieces of it, but it still looked beautiful (and had been on sale) because of the serene blue face in the middle of it. I had put it on immediately upon getting home because I knew it would get lost as I shuffled everything around otherwise.
I looked around the room, trying to decide if I liked this configuration of the furniture better than the last three I'd tried and then my heart skipped a beat. I looked down and I swear I saw the face on the brooch staring at me. I went into the bathroom and adjusted it while looking in the mirror. I didn't want it to look like it was staring at me even if--no especially because--I was alone in my apartment.
When I looked down to see how the adjusted brooch looked it winked at me. My heart skipped more than one beat this time. I blinked at it, not sure what to do.
"Well, hello there," the brooch said in a low but pleasant voice.
"Uhm, hello?" I squeaked
"Thank you for getting me out of that dreadful store."
"You're welcome?"
"Is that a question?"
"I'm sorry I've never spoken to a brooch before?" My voice kept going higher and higher as I felt crazier and crazier. I was talking to a brooch after all.
"Please, will you show me around? I have been sleeping for so long because of how boring that store was."
I walked out of my bathroom and into my living room, "This is it, I guess."
"So it is," the brooch sounded disappointed.
"Well it's still a work in progress," I mumbled.
"I see you brought a good deal of the store home with you."
"Well, you know, first apartment and all, I'm trying to save some money."
"Clearly."
"Hey! I got you at that same store you know."
"Yes, well, every place has a diamond hiding in it I suppose. I guess I shall be the same here too."
I was getting annoyed now that I had pushed past feeling crazy. "You know you're missing some pieces."
"Yet I am still the most elegant thing around, my dear girl."
I huffed. "I could return you to the store."
The brooch laughed. "Don't be silly, I was on sale. You can't return me."
"Well I could sell you to another store."
"I'm missing pieces, like you said, who would take me?"
"I could throw you out."
"I'm sentient. You would cast out a sentient being from your home who had no where else to go?"
I huffed again. The brooch was right. I wasn't going to throw it out. Besides, for all I knew it was like Talky Tina and would just come back to haunt me if I tried to.
"Besides, you need me."
"Need you?" I wasn't sure how anyone could need a talking, sentient brooch.
"I have the highest fashion and design sense that I have ever come across--" I was about to ask how much he'd had the opportunity to come across such things but he raised his voice and continued, "--I can make this place truly a home and not just a set of a few rooms."
I sighed. I had never had the best fashion or design sense and I knew it. I didn't need the brooch to tell me so. Maybe I could use some magical help.
"Okay, so where do we start?" I asked, gesturing around my living room. "With the couch?"
"With those hideous pillows."
I huffed once more and set to work. I guess I was going to have a rooommate after all.
(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)
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