Shantae stepped out of her lighthouse home, the odd gloves clutched in one hand. She felt a very faint but odd tingle in that hand, but brushed it off; she hoped it wasn't some kind of allergic reaction to whatever the gloves were made of, anyway. Whistling a bit as she bounced along, the half-genie headed straight for the Town Square of Scuttle Town, or more specifically, Sky's Hatchery.
"Hey Sky!" Shantae chirped after an uneventful trip. "How's it going?" Sky had been looking over a couple of eggs that had been lying in a small pile of straw, but turned as she heard the half-genie's greeting. She was in her usual outfit, knee-high brown boots over tight white pants, a purple hood with a waist-length cape attached, and a small top with pink and turquoise egg shapes covering her breasts, with similar egg-shaped earrings dangling from her ears. A turquoise headwrap contained most of her blonde hair, except for a few strands going down the sides and a couple bangs in front that vaguely resembled a bird's beak.
"It's been okay." Sky sighed. "It's a little quiet without Wrench around, but I'm sure he'll be back from visiting his family soon." The woman's tanned face took on a wistful look as she thought about her most prized warbird, momentarily forgetting Shantae's presence.
"Don't worry about him; I'm sure he'll be on his way back to you before you know it." Shantae's cheerful noted, cutting in to Sky's thoughts, "Anyway, I came across this pair of gloves at my house. They're certainly not mine, so I was wondering if they were yours, for, I dunno, handling eggs or something." The red-clad dancer held out the hand holding the gloves for her friend to examine; however, unexpectedly for both women, Shantae's other hand shot out as well, taking a firm hold of one of Sky's breasts and giving it a playful squeeze. For a moment, an awkward silence settled over the two, both women staring at the point of contact with wide eyes.
"Get off!" Sky yelped, Shantae immediately yanking back her hand as her face went as red as her outfit. "Geez, have you been hanging out with Bolo too much or something?"
"I don't know what happened! It's like my hand moved on its own!" Shantae retorted, looking down at the offending extremity as both admonishing it, and watching out before it did anything else; it remained still, so the half-genie offered the handwear in her behaving hand again, her expression awkwardly hopeful that what had just happened would blow over. "So, ummmm, the gloves? Are they yours?"
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