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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:30 am
"I always assumed you were older," Paris told him, grabbing onto his arm to drag him off so they could begin collecting the various things they would need to make this work. "You definitely act older. Actually you kinda act like an old lady sometimes, but that's okay. Someone's got to be the mature one, right? We can't both be completely off the wall."
It was a shame leaving the shop so soon when he'd only just discovered it due to Ladon's influence, but now that he had the idea of dressing Ladon up as a girl in his head, he wanted to get started. There was so much to do, and while he had plenty of time to do it in, the prospect was simply too exciting.
"I wouldn't put you in stilettos," he reassured him, leading him back toward one of the shopping centers, but making sure to keep the location of Prince Charming in mind for future reference; he'd definitely be going back one day. "I wouldn't want you wobbling around everywhere. Some Mary Janes would be cute. I have some and I love them. Wear them all the time. And make-up shouldn't take that long. Half an hour at the most, and that's only if I screw up and we have to start all over. But, trust me, that won't happen. You're in good hands, Lady."
He definitely couldn't have picked anyone better to do something like this with. Paris still thought it was a little odd, but he could live with the explanation Ladon had given him if it meant they got to have some fun.
"I'll stick with Paris if you don't mind, unless you think I should change it. It's more or less a girl's name anyway nowadays. You could go by Layla or something. Lelia... Lola... Something with an 'L' so it'd be easier to remember. Or I'll just keep calling you Lady," Paris said, grinning at him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:26 pm
The black-haired boy pursed his lips as being called an old lady, and he frowned at Paris at the mention of it. "I'm not an old lady. I can have fun. I suggested this of all things." Not that this was something he would have ever considered doing in his right mind. This had been more of a forced idea that was necessary towards a goal, but if he could get some points with Paris in being cool and risky, then he'd take them just to defend the fact he wasn't such a prude.
Not knowing how old they were, he decided not to act like such a lady and come out with it. "I'm only 17. How old are you?" He had guessed that Paris was 18 or maybe older considering he used make-up to disguise himself. The idea of Paris being younger somewhat bothered him only because he had been intimate with many people and was far more comfortable with himself than most younger teens were. It made Ladon worry that he was falling behind everyone else his age in not being with someone – or ANYONE for that matter, and he never liked thinking he was somehow becoming odder and odder in comparison to other kids his age.
Too bad he didn't realize that he was odd.
For shoes and makeup, he shrugged. "That all sounds good to me, but half an hour? Make-up sure takes a long time." Of course, that was just for Ladon's natural look. No doubt Paris invested more time than that on his own appearance. For a boy who just got out of the shower, dried his hair, and combed it, spending a lot more time than a few minutes was a lot. Typical.
As they left the small back shops, Paris navigated them through the main strip to a wig place famous for its wide variety and it's rather welcoming appearance. World da Wigs boosted having a wide range of wigs of every shape, color, volume, and length fit for any of you costume or natural needs.
When they stepped in, Ladon was mulling the girl name Paris' suggested over. "Layla doesn't sound that bad. I think I can remember that." It actually sounded rather nice. "If not, we could be Paris and London." He smiled at his lame joke before looking up and gawking at the many wigs lines on shelves all around them.
"Wow. I…didn't know there were so many different types of hair styles." Then again, he never took the time to notice or see them all lined up in a museum of hair.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:43 pm
"Oh, see? You are older than I am," Paris said, keeping a hold on Ladon's arm while he navigated them through other shoppers, heading toward the wig shop. "I'm sixteen. So there's not that much of a difference, is there? I assumed there wasn't, since we had that class together before... not that I remember all that much of it..."
He liked it when people thought he was older, though. It meant he could get away with a lot more. And his fake ID put him at twenty-one, so actually being able to pass off for someone in their early twenties was a huge plus.
Er... wait... Did that mean he looked old?? He didn't want that either. He liked being young and beautiful! No, no, it was the make-up making him look older. It had to be the make-up. If he kept thinking about it so much, he was going to develop a complex.
Paris entered World da Wigs as soon as they came to it, steering Ladon inside while the other boy continued on the subject of names. He laughed jovially at the suggestion of 'Paris and London,' and actually looked as if he approved of the idea. "As lame as that is, Lady, I like it. It's cute," he said and poked Ladon in the center of his chest. "I didn't realize you could be so clever. You're really impressing me today. Any other surprises I should know about?"
He couldn't claim to know everything about him, but he thought he had his general traits down pretty well.
Paris began to drag Ladon around the wig shop, searching for the perfect batch of hair. "So blond, hm? I think we should go a little longer with you, just so there's more of a difference from your usual look. So now the only question is: curly, wavy, or straight? I kind of like this one," he told him, motioning to a wig of long, wavy blond hair. "You'd look so sweet!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:21 pm
He shook his head at the ridiculous name. "I guess if Paris never got you in trouble and works, I don't see how London wouldn’t work. It almost sounds like we're a singing duo or a perfume brand." Ladon and Paris by Victoria Secret or something of that nature. He could see the horrible commercial now in all its soft voices and exotic, foreign screenshots. He didn't think he had been all that clever with it, but seeing as he was complimented, he puffed up just a bit in return. Maybe he was a little clever? A little wee bit.
As they moved away from bright neon wings of pink and green, they went to the more natural colors. Black hair moved to rows of blondes, the owner and operator of the store making sure to keep blonde hair up front. It was the latest desire of most people to have blonde hair and it was realized to keep these wigs in stock, up front, and with lots of variety. Ladon was amazed by all the hair styles and shades of blonde. Dirty, strawberry, all the way to platinum.
When Paris pointed out a wig of long, waving curls, he tilted his head and looked up at it. "I never once had long hair. It would the farthest from my own hair." He considered what exactly he was doing. In the equation, it was picking out a wig, which meant he had to have an opinion of one, which meant he had to admit to liking one, which meant he was in some way liking the idea of dressing up as a girl.
He didn't like that equation and what it might be admitting to himself, so he ignored it. "I could see it. Yeah." He looked at him, glad it wasn't going to be that hard. "If I'm going to dress up as a girl, might as well look completely different. Go for the most extreme opposites that actually work, and if some of it fell in my face to hide my eye, no one would think anything about it." He looked back up at the head holding the wig. "Do you think it could work?"
"Oh, of course it could, darling." Said a rather bright, bubbly woman who had been hovering quietly nearby and watching Paris, a favorite customer, with a new friend. "Hello, Paris. Pickin out something new I see or just helpin your friend?" The girl had long, snowflake-painted nails and a tight shirt that nearly made her chest look like it would pop out any moment. Her pants were dark navy, tight, and she wore heels making Ladon wonder how she even sneaked up on them in the first place. Silver Bell earrings jingled as she talked, batting her thick, black lashes. "Looking at the Miss Anna? It's lovely." She said, indicating the long, curly wig they had been looking at.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:47 pm
Paris's eyes had landed on this particular wig specifically because the bangs were slightly longer and could be brushed to the side to hide Ladon's eye if need be. And he thought Ladon would look cute with some curls -- all innocent and princess-like. It would take a little effort to turn him into a believable girl, but once they were done Paris was sure he would look beautiful. Why wouldn't he? Paris was the one helping him, after all.
He smiled when the woman came over to make her way into the conversation. He almost pretended with wig was for himself, if only to save Ladon the embarrassment, but she'd probably already heard them talking and knew who it was really for. Sorry, Ladon. But he should probably try it on anyway. There'd be no sense in spending the money on a wig if they didn't even know how it would look when it was one.
"Hey, yeah, do you mind if he tries it on?" Paris asked, putting a comforting hand on Ladon's shoulder in the hopes that he wouldn't freak out too bad. Quickly he attempted to come up with some excuse as to why Ladon would want such a wig, some reason that might not be quite as humiliating for him as the truth. "We're getting ready for a school play," he decided. "We're trying to put on an all-male production of Hamlet. Ladon gets to be Ophelia, but our theater department doesn't have very many good wigs to choose from, so... here we are!"
Hopefully that was believable enough. He couldn't really think of very many plays that were put on around Christmas time other than A Christmas Carol, but Hamlet was always popular. He could have pretended they were doing the Nutcracker, but he questioned Ladon's dancing abilities and figured pretending to be doing a simple play would be easier on both of them if there were any more questions asked. He'd apologize to Ladon later. Buy him dinner or something.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:34 pm
It really touched him that Paris was willing to make him feel more comfortable by making an excuse for him. It really saved his masculinity to some extent, and helped make him see that Paris was trying to make this as painless as possible. The excuse had been a great one, and Ladon looked with wide surprise at his friend, before turning to look at the store assistant. "Oh yeah. The wigs they have are a mess, and I don't really look the part." It had been a really amazing cover story, and he was glad that the woman thought nothing of it.
"Oh, well you picked out a fine one. It will make you look like a dashing little girl, but if you want to try on some others – I know we have some with some beautiful braids, I can show you those as well." She went down the hallway to get a rolling ladder and pushed it over. When it was in place, she stepped up and picked up the head with it's wig, before trotting back down.
There, she presented the wig. "Go ahead. Try it on. No point in getting it if it's not a perfect fit and look."
Not quite sure, he reached up and pulled the wig off its display head, he looked at them both, and then put it on. It was heavier than what he thought it would be, but he guessed that's what long hair felt like, and when he straighten back up, parting the hair and pushing it over his shoulder, he blinked up at them.
The store assistant, who's tag said her name was 'June', giggled to herself. "You have it a little off, dear." She moved in, and started to tuck in his hair into the wig and arranged the hair to nicely fit where it should have gone. She fluffed the bangs a bit, and then stepped back.
The long hair stretched to the middle of his back, a glimmering sea of waving, blond curls with bangs that went a bit into Ladon's eye. He looked up and blew a loose strand that was getting in his face. June smiled and reached out, and though Laodn thought her long nails would scratch him, she was very delicate with them. She brushed some of the hair aside.
"Oh, you look as pretty as a peach!" She exclaimed, taking Ladon by the shoulder and leading him down a few steps to a full mirror that divided he blonde wigs from the redheads. Ladon blinked at himself, and while he still had work to go, the wig had made a major difference. "Wow. ….that's a lot of hair." He reached back to touch it, and he hated to admit it, but he did look a little like a bubbly blonde or a little princess. He looked over to Paris. "Think I can pull this off?" He reached up to pull some of the hair over his eye patch, which worked nicely to hide it. "How do girls even deal with this much hair?"
"It's a lot of work to look good." June mentioned, puffing up her own dirty-blonde hair.
"I'm starting to realize this more and more." Make-up time and hair up-keep seemed like a big process. He was starting to appreciate the simplicity of being a boy more and more. Why did Paris want to go through all this work?!
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:04 pm
Because he looked fabulous when he did, of course. Not that he wouldn't look fabulous with less effort, but looking a little more fabulous never hurt anyone. It was a lot of work being so beautiful, but it was always worth it in the end. One day, Ladon would understand.
Paris waited patiently for June to take down the wig, standing back while she helped Ladon try it on. He giggled to himself, amused by the way Ladon looked, and followed him to the mirror to stand behind him to view his various reactions. "You look adorable, Lady. I like it. And it hides your eye-path well, too. You actually look kind of good as a blond."
He almost commented on Ladon's dark eyebrows and was tempted to make some suggestions regarding hiding them or at least making them less noticeable, but he figured he'd save that for another time. No use overloading him with information and suggestions. It would be better to handle this one step at a time.
"You could try on a few more to see if you like them better. June, get one of the ones with the braids! He should see more options!"
Paris helped where he could, pointing and choosing different wigs he thought might look good on Ladon and helping the other boy get them on right so he could see how he looked in each. There was a wig with braids he tried on -- one of June's favorite -- a wig of straight hair, then a wig of shorter hair, all in blond. They tried one of the red wigs, too, but Paris decided blond would probably be best -- fair enough to blend in, but different enough so that Ladon wouldn't be easily recognized.
"Well, which one do you like? I like the Miss Anna myself, but if you like one of he others ones, they'll all work. The braids were good, too, the first one was just a little more simple, and since this is your first time posing as a girl, I thought it'd be better for you to go simple."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 6:42 pm
They tried various hairdos, updoes, twisty-dos and every style that defied gravity. Some were odd on his head and made him want to tip over, while others just made him stare at the mirror and realize that, if he had been someone else, he would have thought he was very cute. And Ladon often didn't want to be called cute. The Miss Ann wig had stayed as a safety, one of the keepers, along with a mid-length hairstyle with braids, and another that swept inward and bounced a bit with cropped bangs. June was happy to help and he had a feeling she delighted in playing Barbie with her customers. Even Paris tried on a few and they often, despite Ladon's will not to, giggled at a few ridiculous monstrosities that the other boy had decided to try on.
When all was said and done and a good selection of wigs turned down or set aside, Ladon looked at the few they had kept and remembered in the haze of mirror images of himself which one he approved of the most. By this time he wasn't as shy to voice his approval or distaste, and he agreed with Paris. "After all that, the first one, The Miss Ann, looked the best. I don't feel like I'm going to topple over or ruin it too much, and it doesn't make me look like I'm 4 or like I'm trying to act much older than I am." It had looked age appropriate, girly, and didn't need any sort of maintenance should something unravel. The others had wide waves, sweeps, and heavy braids, and he remembered that he wanted to move around more freely to be able to sneak about. It was also the one that hid his eye the best, just in case he wanted to go with an eye patch in the end.
"Perfect. I agree. You are going to be the cutest Ophelia there. Let me go ring this up." She said, and let them set aside the wigs, all of which June said she would put away. Going in the back, she brought out a fresh wig, already styled and prepared, and Paris and Ladon left the World da Wigs with one major piece of the disguise already done.
"Well, you were going to do make-up, we have the wigs.." he held up his bag. "…so all we need now is.." He looked up to the other. "The uniform."
It wasn't hard to find the uniform store that catered to the stores in the area. Crystal and Meadowview uniforms were sold in several places, and they soon walked into one that sported mannequins for both schools, including Hillworth and Sovereign Heights. There was a small section in the back for some other schools he had never seen as well. Stepping in, they looked around. The attendant was flipping through a magazine – a bored woman who was texting on her phone and reading Cosmo, talking wide licks of her thumb before flipping the page.
They moved towards the Hillworth uniforms which just so happened to be next to the Crystal blues. Between both, Ladon looked at the attendant – she was too preoccupied with Things He Doesn’t Want You To Know But He Loves and could care less about coming over to help. Good. He turned to Paris, and stared at the little neat piles of skirts, dress blouses, jackets, and matching stockings. "I guess we just try then and see which ones fit the best?" He felt a barrier in even touching a girl's skirt, even though no girl owned these clothes.
Looking behind him, he grabbed a Hillworth vest and pants, and then turned about. "Good to disguise us grabbing clothes like this. You can get away with it, but I don't want to get kicked out for trying these one.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:01 pm
As much fun as he was having in the wig shop, Paris realized that there was still much to do, and so while he would have liked to stay and goof around some more -- there was a wig of bright pink hair he would have loved to see Ladon try on -- he consented to wrap things up once Ladon had made his choice. He had to agree that the first wig was probably their best option -- nothing too extreme, but also extremely versatile should Ladon decide to add accessories or bind it back with a ribbon to keep the long tresses from getting in his way.
Indeed, there was no need to worry about make-up just yet. He had all the supplies they would need scattered between his dorm room and his room at his house, so forcing Ladon to accompany him to a beauty supply shop would have been unnecessary -- amusing, yes, but still unnecessary, and as he was trying to make things as less humiliating for the other boy as possible, he would leave that experience for another day.
Paris followed Ladon into the uniform shop, immediately spying the uniforms they would need to purchase, glad that the attendant was currently distracted. He grabbed the parts of the required uniform that he would need for himself, checking the tags to make sure he'd gotten the right sizes. "I already know what sizes I need. These should be good. I'll just have to get them tailored a little bit. You, on the other hand, are definitely going to have to try some on, but since you and I aren't too terribly different as far as stature goes, we can narrow things down a bit more."
He snatched a few other sizes -- his own and one or two that were a bit bigger just in case -- and handed them to Ladon, shoving them underneath the Hillworth uniform he'd grabbed. "Go ahead into the changing room," he said and ushered him in before anyone could notice. "I'll stand outside, okay? When we go to the counter to pay, I'll just pretend the uniforms are for me." He could pass off as a Crystal girl if he had to. He'd just act extra snobby.
"Whoever you're doing this for had better appreciate all the effort you're putting into it. I don't know any other guys who'd go through all the trouble to leave a letter for a girl."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:47 pm
It was both good that Paris knew girl sizes and that they were similar in height and body type. They weren't bulky with muscles and rather slender. When they grabbed some clothes, he was shoved back into the fitting rooms where he shut the stall door, but not before seeing Paris stand nearby, waiting both to probably see and to keep anything from happening that might get them kicked out.
From the stall, Ladon breathed out, and got to work figuring just how to slip into a Crystal uniform. This was his first time in a skirt after all.
Between the muffled sounds of clothes being slipped on and off, Ladon thought about what he said to Paris. "Yeah, I hope she knows." He licked his lips. With all that he was doing, and all that they shared in their limited time, it seemed dishonest to their friendship to drag Paris into something without knowing some of the facts. As much facts he could give without putting Paris in danger from getting too close to Ladon's other life. The life of Wolframite.
Sadly, even admitting he was looking for a boy and girl who took out his eye was revealing too much. It jeopardized his plan to break into Crystal which was higher with a expert like Paris, and it could leave some loose ends in him knowing just that much. These were just some of the secrets that friends kept from each other, something they mentioned before, and ones he had to keep shut about. The lie about seeing a girl and leaving her a note was easier to work with than the truth, but that's just how it always went. The truth was always harder.
"I guess I'm just that type of guy to go out of my way." To lie, cheat, and get things done. What a friendship – what a friend he was being.
When he buttoned his blouse and slipped on the jacket, he looked at himself and frowned. There would be a little bit of altering in the blouse, what with having no chest, but the rest actually fit. The only thing was the skirt. He looked down at his skirt, and the hem of his black boxers poking from the bottom. Reaching down, he rolled the ends up, but that just made the skirt puff a little in an odd way. Oh well.
The latch of the stall sounded before Ladon opened the door half an inch. The skirt wasn't as bad when he wore boxers, which were like shorts, but they felt weird about his legs. The entire outfit just screamed "GIRL" and the only good thing was the skirt was at least longer than the Meadowview Uniform for girls. "Is this supposed to fit like this."
Sadly Ladon had put the skirt on backwards.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:06 pm
Paris leaned against a nearby wall while he waited, looking around the shop every once in a while to make sure they were still in the clear. Luckily, no one else came in and the attendant was so engrossed in what she was reading that he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't even noticed he and Ladon make their way inside. If all went well, they could complete this shopping adventure without Ladon becoming further embarrassed.
Normally, such things wouldn't matter to Paris, and he wondered why preventing extreme humiliation had become so important to him in this circumstance. He supposed he could consider Ladon a friend -- he didn't know, really, considering he didn't have many -- and friends usually looked out for one another, didn't they? They still didn't know one another as well as they could, but Paris didn't mind being around him. It was sort of fun, actually, and Ladon seemed to be accepting enough of him. That was more than he could say for a lot of people. The only problem was that with these sort of attachments came the possibility of emotional pain later on down the road, which was something he always did his best to avoid.
He was jarred from his thoughts when the stall door began to open. Paris straightened up and peered at Ladon when he made his way out, and though he tried hard not to, he couldn't hold back the laugh. "You have no idea how funny you look right now."
Without the wig or make-up, Ladon looked exactly like what he was -- a boy in a girl's uniform.
"You're going to have to wear different underwear. You can't go around Crystal with your boxers hanging out," Paris informed him. It was obvious he'd done his best for the moment, rolling them up in an attempt to hide them, but the fabric unrolled easily on its own and was beginning to show at the bottom of the skirt again. "And, look. You have the skirt on backwards, silly," he pointed out.
As nonthreatening as he possibly could, Paris approached Ladon to offer his assistance, helping him turn the skirt the way it was supposed to be worn. "There, that's a little better. I'm serious about the underwear, though. No boxers. Briefs maybe, though a Crystal lady would not be seen in such common underwear."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 9:05 pm
"Ehhh?!" He eeped, lifting his hands as Paris reached into his waistband and swung the skirt back to its correct position. When he looked at it, he noticed the difference. "Ooh….I thought the zipper part went up front." Not only had he mistaken them as jean, but the fundamental fact that girls did not need to unzip up front had been forgotten by the teenager. With the skirt back in its place, it helped the look by just a fraction. The boxers were still pretty ridiculous, not to mention the fact that without the wig and makeup, the entire image was of a skinny, boy trying on a girl's uniform.
The laughing didn't help, and he gripped a bunch of the skirt in his fingers as he glared at his friend as he turned beat red. "Don't laugh. Of course I look silly. I'm a guy in a skirt." He hissed, whispering his words so as not to alarm the store attendant.
Ruffling up the skirt, he looked down at himself, lifting the skirt just a bit to see his boxers and then throwing the skirt back down all the way just because he realized he was somewhat flashing people. "Well it's not like I'm going to wear black, lace panties if that's what you mean." He huffed back, frowning at the idea of having to wear something other than boxers. "….I guess I'll just wear briefs then. It's not like anyone's going to flip my skirt." To which he paused and looked at Paris. "No one better do that."
Thinking about lacy underwear and flipping skirts just flustered him, and he was dying to change back into boy clothes. "I need to change." He said, gripping the door and moving in to dress into some pants. Pants were good. Pants didn’t care about boxers.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 9:21 pm
Paris lifted his hands up and waved them around defensively. "I won't be flipping up your skirt. I promise!" The thought had crossed his mind, but he knew something like that wouldn't make Ladon very happy. "But I can't promise there won't be boys hanging around out front, and they might take it upon themselves to get a good look at your panties." He knew of people like that. Those guys. The ones that hung around to whistle and cat-call whenever a pretty girl happened to walk by, like petty things like that were going to land them a good time in bed. How completely juvenile.
He let Ladon head back into the stall to put his pants back on, taking a moment to look around again before continuing to speak to him. "The uniform should fit at least. We can worry about making it look believable later. It's going to look great with the wig. Those colors look good on you." He didn't generally like Crystal all that much; most of the girls he'd met from there were nothing but rich Daddy's girls, but he was rather fond of their uniform. It was going to be fun actually putting it on and waltzing right into the school. He'd have to make sure to put on his best snob act.
"I don't see what you have against lacy panties," he said. It had been a while since he'd truly teased the other boy, and he was going into withdrawal. "Unless you're still traumatized from seeing me in mine. Really, they're not that bad," he told him, and waited until Ladon had come out of the stall again. When he did, Paris failed to hide his grin. "I could have been wearing a thong. I am now. See?" And he wedged his fingers beneath the tight waistband of his jeans to pull up the thin slip of pink polka-dotted fabric that made up the side of his underwear.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:11 pm
He didn't know what was worse. Seeing lacy black panties or a pink thong, and he decided that they had their own level of scandalous. As Paris lead towards him, stretching out a slender piece of the fabric to show him, he slammed up against the stall as if he had been approached by a vicious pit bull and stood there, rigid but the expression that he wanted to escape away from the thong. "Th-th-that's barely anything!" He shouted, breaking their whispered hushes as he flushed fire-alarm red and gawked at the rubber band that Paris had the audacity to call underwear.
This called the attention of the woman at the counter, who left her post and called out with a annoyed and snobbish, "Is there a problem here?"
Reaching over, he shoved Paris hands down, and the unmentionable thing he was showing from sight and shook his head, trying to find his voice. "No! Nothing here. She was just going to buy some clothes." His voice was unnaturally high as he watched the store attendant look at them both, clearly wanting them gone, and headed to the register.
Breathing out, he jerked his hands back when he noticed he actually TOUCHED the thong, and reached over to pick up the Crystal uniform he had tried on. "Here. - Before you give me another heart attack."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:28 pm
Paris cackled loudly at Ladon's reaction, seeing no reason to hold back when Ladon just completely flipped out like that. "Your expressions are priceless, Lady! Oh, that was good!" he crowed, and lifted a hand as if he were wiping a tear from his eye. It was made ten times better when Ladon actually touched his unmentionables. He hadn't been aiming for that, but it was hilarious. Absolutely hilarious -- at least to him.
He snickered further when the store attendant finally noticed them, taking the uniform from Ladon to go up to the counter and pay. "Yeah, I need these uniforms, thanks," he said, corroborating Ladon's story. He tossed the uniforms onto the counter with the snobbiest face he could possibly muster. He tried to pretend as if he were looking down his nose at the girl, but it was difficult considering he was still on the verge of laughing. And she was taller than him, so he couldn't really look down. But whatever.
He tapped one of his feet in a mock show of impatience while she rang them up and folded them neatly to put them into a bag, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing for show, as if he were thinking "Oh my God, could you be any slower???"
Paris took the bag once the uniforms had been paid for, then grabbed Ladon's arm to drag him out of the shop. "That went well, I think. No hassle, no stress. Well, no stress for me. You, on the other hand..." He couldn't help but grin more. The very idea of what they were endeavoring to do was just... awesome.
With that, he pulled Ladon away from the store, looping their arms together as they walked. "Come on," he said. "I'll buy you some dinner."
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