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WeArtDoing Studio - Sleeping Beauty-Fries Fairies-Classic Ketchup & Fairies-Wasabi (Licensed) Statue(GK)

WeArtDoing Studio - Sleeping Beauty-Fries Fairies-Classic Ketchup & Fairies-Wasabi (Licensed) Statue(GK)
$83.99 USD $111.32 USD
Global logistics (except some countries and regions)
Carbon neutral
Secure payments
Payment
Non Refundable Deposit
Full Payment
Version
Classic Ketchup
Fairies-Wasabi
Quantity
Volume Pricing
Quantity
Price
1+
$83.99 USD each
Description
Description

PRE-ORDER

Sleeping Beauty-Fries Fairies-Classic Ketchup

Size:12.9*13.4*11.8cm(Height)
Limit Edition:499 Sets
Materials:Resin
Available to Ship: April 2026

Sleeping Beauty-Fries Fairies-Wasabi

Size:12.9*13.4*11.8cm(Height)
Limit Edition:499 Sets
Materials:Resin
Available to Ship: April 2026

Some scents return without warning—

the warmth of sizzling fries,

the sweet tang of ketchup,

the briny flutter of seaweed flakes.

 

A quiet signal of childhood joy,

The kind of happiness tucked into small moments.

 

The girls gently lift the still-unsealed meal box,

and leap into that timeless diner—

the one that glows in everyone's childhood memory—

appearing as fairies beneath its ever-warm lights.

 

The oil holds steady at 165°C—

a magical number.

Caramel waves rise and dance,

as potatoes stretch their limbs within the heat.

A gentle crack!

And childhood bubbles softly back to life.

 

Whispers from beneath the school desk,

a paper cup soda fizzing beside an old jingle,

the wind stirred by playground sprints,

doodles blooming behind a test sheet,

and the trembling thrill of holding coins

for that first, self-earned order of fries.

 

The fairies wait beside a warm paper bag,

quietly, patiently—

for those small hands to lift the fold of time,

and open the doorway to forgotten days.

 

In that moment,

all the stress locked in overtime,

melts away in one crisp bite.

 

And the warmth of youth returns,

settling gently in the softest corners

of memory—and taste.