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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:42 pm
Mel waited for Tunda patiently. He was not sure if the other would want his help walking, so simply watched "like a hawk," as his mother liked to say. "I don't think so... sometimes the best shopping hours are between rush hour and lunch, just because of school getting out so soon afterward. So whether you can handle it or not physically," he gestured to the other's leg, "we should probably leave at lunchtime, unless you'd like to stay here and eat," he said with a grin.
(( Tunda doesn't have his crutches with him does he? xD He seems to me like the type that would try to go without them... >>; ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 8:06 pm
(( XD No, he doesn't have the crutches with him. *chuckle* ))
Tunda felt himself cringe slightly at the thought of all those bodies in there, then gulps and nods firmly. "I... It's better to g-get used to it sooner rather than later, right?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:36 pm
(( Oh dear, Mel might have to carry him out! xD <3 ))
"For sure... but there's no sense in overdoing it," the dragon replied with a grin. "Let's go." He guided Tunda toward the nearest entrance but let the pokemon set their pace. Either through dumb luck or simply previous habit, he had driven to one of the better known clothing establishments, so perhaps they would score on clothes right away. "I'm going to let you guide us. Don't worry about where things are, just follow what catches your eye. And don't hesitate to ask where something is. If I don't know, we'll have fun finding it," he said with a chuckle. Of course he would not let them get lost in Appliances or something but if Tunda found something he liked in the "wrong" section he was not about to argue.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 1:04 pm
The seven notes - a tragic chord 2 bars of sudden melancholic fall A poem written in minor between dark and light So mystic and divine Tunda looks around in obvious awe of the place, then, hearing Mel's words, he gives a small smile and nods before looking around again. Spotting a clothes store almost directly to the right of them, he slowly makes his way over, peering over different articles of clothing in dark colors that were also obviously a wee bit too big for him. Of course, he wanted baggy clothes anyway, to hide his figure after all that had happened to him in Mull and Aion's 'tender' care. She ran away, she won't be back But still her love can survive through my hand In these notes of real passion still sad but alive So mystic and divine
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 11:56 am
Mel's eyes had been caught by something bright and green. "Liiimegreeen," he cackled, veering off to stare at it. Anything of this color fell into the category of "shinies," along with certain other things. This had been true even before he became a dragon; in this way he thought that perhaps he had always been a dragon of some kind.
A moment later the magic of the moment wore off and he glanced around, finding Tunda looking at some dark clothing. Tail swishing, he grinned, "Like that, do ya?" His eyes scanned the walls of the store, looking for a changing room. "You can try them on if you're not sure what size you are... There," he pointed, "they have dressing rooms. Usually you can take in about three articles of clothing but I usually find a good-sized pile and take them all in anyway. They just don't want you to take forever, or to steal something I guess."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 10:47 am
Tunda follows Mel's pointing with his eyes, noticing the doors across the room, now. Gathering two pairs of dark gray sweatpants and a dark midnight blue shirt, he gives a small nod and heads into one of the changing rooms, closing and latching the door behind him quietly. Peeling off the clothes he was currently wearing, he slowly and painfully puts on one of the pairs of pants, tieing the string tight enough to where the pants stayed put, but loose enough that it wouldn't cause him any discomfort with moving around. He then slowly pulls on the shirt, then looks at his reflection in the mirror. He really wasn't sure what to do next, in all honesty, so he simply stood there, fidgeting from foot to foot.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 12:32 pm
When Tunda headed off to the changing room, Mel followed in his general direction. With him hobbling the way he was, he said, "You let me know if you need any help or anything." After that he wandered off nearby to look at more shinies, in the form of wallets and jewelry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 12:10 pm
Tunda slowly inches out of the fitting room, looking around fearfully for Mel, not seeing the other right away. Tail swishing behind him, he starts to panic slightly before spotting the dragons familiar form over near the wallets and jewelry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:58 pm
Today Mel's attention was only partly on the glittering items in their displays. Every now and then emerald eyes peered back at the dressing room, or an ear attuned astutely in thier direction. Tunda did not have long before he turned back around, head tilted to the side as he approached the pokemon. He seemed to have an almost wild look in his eye. "Ahh... they fit all right? Is there something wrong?
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:11 pm
Tunda slowly calms down, tail curling around his feet as he looks down at the floor and nods, hands knotting into fists in the over-large fabric. "T-they fit fine." He blinks at the second question, looking up for a moment, eyes large, then firmly shakes his head. "N-not once I saw wh-where you were. I... I couldn't f-find you at f-first."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:41 pm
Hmm.... Sweats certainly weren't the sort of thing he would have envisioned getting with Tunda clothes shopping. But if this was what he liked, there was no complaint the dragon would ever make. "Then we'll have to get like, five pairs for you. Oh and underwear. Do you wear socks and shoes normally?" What a silly question, if not for the fact that Mel scarcely wore either now that he had clawed feet. Imagine the holes.
He reached out to give Tunda a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, hoping he had missed a vital injury. Maybe I should have brought a book to read. "I'm sorry, it's easy to lose sight of people in a store like this. I won't go far, but I will try to stay in sight from now on."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 7:51 pm
Tunda looks down at his feet, then shakes his head. "N-no, barefoot is fine." He flexes his uninjured foot experimentally, projecting some rather large, wicked looking claws out before he unflexes said foot to make the claws disappear. "Shoes and socks wouldn't last long on my feet." He says, looking up and giving Mel a small, shy smile. He blinks again, face turning red at the mention of underwear, heading back into the room and closing the door, changing back into the clothes from earlier, then walking out with the bundle in his arms. "Boxers...?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 8:01 pm
"Holy crap." The dragon watched in awe as Tunda showed off his claws. "I completely understand. Mine aren't as amazing as yours but I can totally relate." He waited for Tunda to return, glad he hadn't said something like, 'mine aren't as big as yours,' for fear of some random person walking by and leaving again in disgust. He was chuckling when the pokemon returned. "Oookay... boxers." He frowned and looked around, before indicating the shelves of undergarments. Shirts and briefs and boxers and socks. "Here we go. Unfortunately you can't try them on, but you can tell based on your pants size."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 8:12 pm
Tunda limps over to where the undergarments were placed and looks through them before grabbing a couple bags of plain looking boxers. Judging by the Pokemon's clothing choices, he didn't want to wear anything that would attract attention to his body in any way, shape, or form. He limps back over to where Mel stood and looks up, ears flicking slightly. "I... think I've got enough..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 8:29 pm
Mel watched him quietly for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that's probably enough for today." He did not want to strain Tunda too much. If he did not want to just lounge about the rest of the day, if not outright sleep, the dragon would be surprised. "Come on." He beckoned the pokemon toward a register then pulled out his wallet. Tunda may have chosen his clothing out of a desire to be discreet but the dragon viewed them as some of the most comfortable clothing available. Not fashionable but comfortable. He often slept in sweats himself, though he rarely wore them during the day.
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