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Hardly!

[shhh it's fine]

You know what? Hell yeah. You're gonna want some boots with these, though.

[He's doing it, he's grabbing some for her!]

How do you feel about heels?

I like heels! I think I do, anyway. I like the way they look, at least, but I haven't worn any in forever.

[PANTS.]

Are you thinking about ones with thick heels, or like stilettos?

Personally, I prefer the thick heels, but no reason why you can't try both and see what you prefer.

[Yes he will absolutely wear heeled shoes if he likes them.]

So just keep an eye out.

I think I want the thick heels, too. They're easier to walk in, and definitely easier to run in if I had to. Buuuuuut I want fun ones! Like with big silver buckles, or chains that wrap around them or something!

[Reading between the lines, what she wants is to be ostentatious. In personality, she's really not that kind of girl, but there's an undercurrent to the notion, a recurring theme: visible, noticeable, noteworthy. Impossible to ignore.]

Haha, can you imagine? Something like that would make so much noise, I'd be jingling and jangling everywhere I went!

[Slowly, he's picking that up. To him, it's worth trying these things when the opportunity for it had been stolen from her once before. So, why not? Let her go wild. Let her decide what she wants to try.

They both have a second shot at life. Why the hell not?]

Hey, as long as you wouldn't get sick of it. I'm sure we can find something like that around here.

So, maybe shoes next?

Well, I might get sick of it after a while. But obviously the answer to that is to just have more shoes than just that pair!

[THANKS, CORDIS]

Yeah! And then I need a top to go with everything. I think I saw some sweaters up in the window that looked cute...they were sleeveless, which is kind of neat.

[They also have no back and deliver a mild electric shock to anyone who gets too close, but she hasn't noticed that yet.]

Good attitude.

[THEY'RE GONNA BE SO BROKE]

They looked all right, not really my style. No harm in trying them on to see if they suit you.

[BUT FOR NOW. For now, shoes. He's getting some shit for himself, but he does hold up a pair to Reimi.]

Hey, find some of these in your size.

[Clearly the answer is MORE CUDDLING and consequently, more fuckbucks.]

Wow, those are great! Hmm, do I need a skirt with these, though? Do they go over the pants...?

[how do thigh-high boots]

Let's see...no, no, almost...no...here! Here's one!

[And she grabs a box, clutching it to her chest with delight.]

Hm. They might go over the pants, but we might want to grab you a skirt just in case.

[it's okay he's a master at stupid fashion]

Nice. All right, let's see if we can find anything else-- Hello.

[BOOTS.]

[Cue her literally dropping the box as quickly as she'd snatched it up, not from disinterest but from sheer rapt fascination.]

I WANT THEM!

GET THEM.

[enabler to the last]

I'm gonna!

[oh my god butterfly shoes this is the best day ever]

I need leggings to go with these. Maybe ones with patterns! Actually, leggings or tights would be good for a lot of these shoes, and then — oh, or I could even put shorts over them, that'd still be okay. Hmm!

The amazing versatility of leggings. C'mon, I'm sure we can find some.

If it's to your liking, some of them even glitter.

[DO YOU WANT TO GLITTER]

[WHY IS NO ONE STOPPING THEM WHERE ARE THE ADULTS]

Haha, I'm carrying so much stuff! Hang on, if I don't sort it I'll never be able to bring it all!

[She really does, too, have to set everything down and get it all together, because her arms are not long enough to just bear-hug it all without stacking it first.]

I want glitter ones and black ones. And, ummm...a leather jacket! That's way better than a boring cardigan.

...Maybe we should've gotten a cart.

[WELP.]

All right. A good start. What color for your jacket?

[he'd say black but he's always going to say black]

I'll go get one! Hold all my stuff.

[HEY GUESS WHAT ABBACCHIO THINK FAST because here comes all her baggage, which she shoves at him before darting off toward the front of the store.]

[OH FUCK good thing he's strong but still. He's just looking down at the things in his arms and realize belatedly he's made a monster.

So he's going to stand there. Holding her shit.

Honestly worth it though, she looks like she's having a good time.]

Cool, okay.

Edited 2019-09-10 02:51 (UTC)

[ALWAYS BRING A GUY WITH YOU WHEN YOU GO SHOPPING and then make him carry all of your SHIT

But no, soon enough she's back, delightedly pushing a cart that conspicuously has a top riding along in it.]

Hey, look at this and tell me if it's cute, okay?

[As soon as he sees the cart, he's depositing her stuff into it. Not in a careless flop, but he's still relieved to see it.]

Hm. You know, I'm gonna have an answer when you try it on. Sound good?

[the only reason he wouldn't wear it is because it's not black enough honestly]

I'm a little nervous about the back, but when I was getting the cart, the girls at the front said these were the new thing, and everyone was buying them. So I thought it couldn't hurt to try one out.

[She shuffles things around in the cart once it's been dropped in, making room for his own ill-gotten gains to fit in the cart as well. She's a helper.]

Let's grab some more stuff and then give each other a fashion show! A guy I was talking to on the network forums said he'd help coach me if I wanted to try out modeling, you know.

Yeah? You worried about showing off too much skin?

[It doesn't occur to him that maybe she has her own scars from when she'd been murdered.]

Modeling, huh. Well, you're pretty damned cute. You could do it. [He has utter confidence in her. Who the fuck wouldn't love Reimi? FOOLS, that's who.]

Something like that. It's a little more like, showing off more skin than anybody really wants to see.

[Truthfully, she wouldn't even be considering it at all if Abbacchio weren't already confronting his own scars so defiantly. She knows her scars are awful — but then, so are his, and it hasn't stopped him. Maybe it's just a hurdle to get past.]

Well, maybe I will! And if I do, you'll have to come be in the front row, and bring all your friends too.

[so like, she'll reserve two seats]

You do what you want, all right?

[But then, he works under the "fuck what anyone else thinks" mindset.]

I'd be there. Can't say that my other friends would have much interest in fashion, but you can expect me to support you. In whatever it is you wanna do.

[he fucked up his own dream, why not support hers]

You're such a nice guy.

[It's really hard to remember that Abbacchio hates himself so much when he's such a supportive guy outwardly. At least he seems less down on himself about it when he's not drunk, though, so that's progress.

Regardless, she scoops up the leather pants, sweater, and butterfly boots, and motions toward the nearest dressing room.]

I'm gonna go change, and we'll see how it looks, okay?

Ugh.

[That's all he can really answer with, because no, he does not feel like a nice guy. He can name a hundred things wrong with himself and why he's a waste of space, but that's not what this outing is for. It's for her, and distracting Reimi, who deserves nice things.]

All right. Get ready for my judgment face.

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