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 Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:08 pm
Deacon made a face that surely showed his immense disappointment in the fact that such a monstrosity would be available anywhere with the expectation that people actually pay money for it.
"I said red. Not redtarded."
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:27 pm
For moments there was nothing but silence.
But somehow, even with the odds stacked against him, Riyo's stern expression cracked with a failed attempt to hold back a laugh. "Sweet Sally, how is that even funny?" She smiled a rare, genuine smile, shaking her head before she tossed the abomination back on the rack.
"You're..." She tried to stop herself. Oh how she tried. "rediculous." In the end, the desire to pun had been too strong. The ghoul covered her mouth, because the smile wouldn't waver no matter how much she commanded it to stand down. Wasn't she mad at him? She couldn't joke with the enemy!
Ah, ******** it. "Okay, you pick something out." Riyo gestured to the racks, her voice mumbled by her hand. "If you think it's so easy."
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 7:32 pm
Deacon was surprised that she found the response so amusing, and her reaction to it made him grin as well. "I dunno, you're the one laughing at it."
That of course didn't stop him from giving a short laugh and slight shake of his head at her own pun.
"Well, I'm sure I don't want to touch anything on this rack, since it's already shown us what it has to offer..."
While Deacon was pretty damn sure that he wasn't going to do much better in picking out clothes, at least he was going to make the attempt. He padded a few racks away and sifted through things here and there, trying not to look nearly as awkward as he felt.
After a few minutes of searching about, he actually managed to find something without a hideous print tacked on. Given it was just a rather simple button-up... But it was still better than the 'shirt' she'd taunted him with.
"Any like for this?" He offered, holding it up by the hanger for her to see. Yeah, it was red. Maybe Deacon was just really convinced that red was Riyo's color, ok?
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 8:48 pm
"I dunno Deacon. I think that 'hot stuf' shirt was calling your name." For a moment, the cat ghoul stood there and imagined the travesty that was Deacon wearing a shirt that was not only much too small for him, but had the spelling of a five year old.
At first it was hilarious, then she realized that it would probably compliment his, from what she remembered, toned body. She had only actually seen it once when he lifted up his shirt to show her the disease that was slowly eating away his physical and mental being, but for some reason the image had stuck like glue to the back of her head. Then there was of course, the fact that the shirt would most likely not cover his abs...
Her face morphed from delighted amusement, to a quiet awe, to a horrifying realization that her imagination had just stepped over the line. BAD THOUGHTS. BAD THOUGHTS.
As the other bakeneko addressed her, Riyo shook her head with a hope that such an act would also shake out the images in her mind. Don't blush. Don't blush. Don't blush.
"Uh. It's alright." Yes. Focus on his choice and not thoughts of him wearing it from now on. "Though, I have a lot of shirts like that, and most of them are dry-clean only or have special instructions on how to clean them." Oh yes, she was going to be picky about this.
Something did catch her eye, however, a couple racks to the side. Slowly, she made her way over to investigate. It was... A black short-sleeved turtle neck. Even better, it was made out of stretch material. Riyo held it up, examined the fabric, and scrutinized the tag. Oooo.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 3:27 pm
The mental image of himself in a tight, feminine shirt was not nearly as appealing to Deacon's mind as it was to Riyo's.
He might have frowned a little in concern when she started shaking her head to clear the mental image.
Aww, shot down. At least he'd tried. Deacon put the red shirt back on the rack where he'd found it. "I'd hope to Jack that this stuff can hold its own in a washing machine." He really had no idea what he was talking about. He just worried about washing similar colors whenever he did laundry. To hell with the details. The most he worried about was not accidentally putting something red in with whites. Pink was not sexy on Deacon.
At least she'd found something she liked, though. Deacon peered over her shoulder to try and read the tag, like this was some newfangled secret code that he never knew existed. "I've got a lot of things that are supposed to be dry cleaned, too. Want me to take your stuff with mine next time?" He might not have even realized how offensive being this dismissive with the cost of things could be.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 4:05 pm
"You would be surprised by how fragile some fabric is." Riyo sighed, now knowing from experience when she tried to wash one of her dress shirts.
As she was looking at the turtle neck, the ghoul noticed it came with separate sleeves to complete the ensemble.
It found a new home draped across her arm.
While Deacon may have considered his offer nothing but kind-hearted, it brought back Riyo's previous assumption that the cat boil was just trying to shove his wealth in her poor face.
"I don't need you to clean my clothes, Dad." Her eyes narrowed, bumping past him on her way towards the pants and skirts. "Stop treating me like a charity case. You have a lot of money. I get it." Her brows knitted together as she spoke, sifting through a section of pants before something caught her eye.
It was a pretty red skirt with gold threading. She tried to look away, but ended up glancing back a few times.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 5:42 pm
Deacon made a soft grunt of acknowledgement. He probably would be surprised if he cared to pay attention. If something fell apart in the wash he chalked it up to shitty seaming or something and threw it away.
He had to step back when she was suddenly snapping at him, bewildered for a moment as he tried to figure out what the ******** he'd said wrong. Even when she said it outright, the boil simply couldn't grasp what the big deal was.
"You think I'm trying to flaunt? Come on." Deacon muttered, trying to dismiss the thought without detailed discussion. "If I just thought of you as a poor little ghoul who only needed charity, I'd have taken you to the Bad Will, don't you think?"
He probably was doing the opposite of making it better.
Since he was watching Riyo's every move pretty intently, Deacon caught her glancing away from what she was actually trying to look through. He looked toward the rack that seemed to have more of her attention than the pants, and he grinned in amusement.
"What? You scared to buy something sexy while I'm with you?" He really just should have said while 'a boil' was with her... But nope.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 6:30 pm
Riyo looked up from her clothing search and shot him a dirty look. "I think if you were wanting to impress me with your parents money, you'd be doing everything you could to show how much more extravagant you are than I." The feline literally couldn't make it more clear than that, and if she could, she wasn't going to bother, because there were bigger issues arising.
Like Deacon's jackassery growing.
"I-What?" She had literally just looked back down at the pants when he spewed out that little gem, her head snapping towards him. Don't blush. Don't blush. Don't blush...
Too late.
Riyo's cheeks flared up like Christmastival lights. "I'm not scared! What a ridiculous idea. I just... Don't think it's my style!" Sexy. Sexy wasn't her style, and she automatically had that thought as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. She could recall a certain neighbor of hers telling her just how unsexy she was.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 7:35 pm
The desire to defend his actions was thrown to the wind for something much more fun to talk about.
Her response had him grinning so wide that it almost hurt.
"Your face is a little red, Riyo." He teased, "I think it'd suit you just fine. Make you real hot stuff... Only seriously, and not stupid like that shirt."
He wasn't even going to wait for her to protest either, taking himself out of prime punching territory and over to the rack the skirt was on.
And then he just continued to go downhill. He grabbed one off the rack and held it at his own waist and put his free hand on his hip in what he thought was a sassy pose. "You think it's too short for me? I don't wanna show too much leg."
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 7:44 pm
"D-don't talk about me like that!" Her hands covered her still-tomato cheeks. The thought of being called anything resembling 'hot stuff' made the ghoul want to jump off a bridge, even if it was spelled right.
Deacon had moved out of the way just in time, because the desire to beat him like a borrowed mule was growing.
That is, until he held up the skirt.
Riyo looked up at him, then down at the skirt, then back up.
He had asked for this.
"If you try it on, I'll wear it."
... She was being serious, and her expression spelled that fact out quite clearly. On the inside, however, she was grinning like a fool.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 7:58 pm
Deacon was having a good time amusing himself with what he hoped was harmless fun, but then the entire joke shattered around him.
Did she really just...
The way his eyes widened and the corners of his mouth drew down showed what his mind was screaming inside.
"You're jacking, right?"
Please let her just be ******** with him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 4:02 am
"Of course I..." She paused, as if to ensure she shattered every last piece of hope he had. "...'m not. I'm not joking. Either you try that on or leave me alone about it." The choice was entirely his.
But if the deal wasn't good enough, the demoness smirked and grabbed a pair of red striped stockings from one of the shelves just a couple steps away. "I'll even wear these."
And now it was all just a matter of waiting for him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 10:05 pm
Deacon stared at her.
..... And stared at the stockings she'd reached for to sweeten the deal.
"..... You expect me to take my pants off for this, don't you? I swear by Jack if anyone else sees me in this thing..." He wanted to threaten her, but he just couldn't bring himself to continue. He couldn't even make eye contact anymore, and they might have pretty good competition on which of their faces could redden the darkest.
"Where's the ******** dressing room?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 10:17 pm
"You're Jack damn right I do." The fact that she sounded way too demanding for him to take off his pants didn't strike her until after it left her mouth, which caused a mild relighting of her face. Oh, she was just waiting for him to step over that fine line in the sand she'd drawn for him.
Luckily, he didn't.
"Over here." The ghoul decided to grab her own version of the skirt for convenience, in case he really did go through with it. Would it be a major source of discomfort for her? Yes. Five kinds of yes. Would it be worth it to see the other bakeneko squirm? Ohoho, you bet your sweet a**.
Riyo led Deacon over to the mens dressing room and parked herself in one of the chairs with a little satisfied smile. She reached into her pocket and retrieved her eyephone to act like she was texting, but what she was really doing was setting up the shot for a purrfect keepsake of Deacon's shame.
... Hopefully he'd chosen to wear underwear today.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 11:28 pm
Deacon's ears drooped and he groaned in frustration toward it all. "If Nuk can give a speech in a dancer boil outfit, I'm surely not going to drop dead from a few seconds in a skirt... Because that's what it's going to be. I'm not walking around in this thing. That wasn't what you said." The longer he jabbered on, the more desperate he sounded. Technically, Riyo never said anything about a time frame. For either of them.
"By the way, you wearing that stuff and not letting me see you in it doesn't count toward this deal. If you're going to humiliate me, don't be cheating."
He probably didn't stop talking for more than it took to take a breath in between sentences while they walked. The look on Deacon's face when they stopped in front of the fitting rooms?
And then he silently walked in, like he was on his death march, closing and locking the changing room door behind himself.
He didn't even look at Riyo to notice her eyephone, which was probably for the best at that exact moment. Later? Well... He wasn't putting it past the ghoul to try and snap a picture.
"Riyo? You'd better not take a photo of me when I open this door."
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