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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:40 pm
Interrupting Demi, Bul added to the seamstress that his spikes would be a concern, but she seemed to already understand how she was going to build this. With a very subtle mesh she'd manage to let his spines stick out of his suit without sacrificing the elegance of the entire thing.
Bul really appreciated that she was so forgiving but more so he appreciated Demi for being able to spearhead the operation in order to give him the best suit possible.
"What else would you be coming into my shop for?" the seamstress replied to Demi with a fanged grin. "Trust me, you'll be pleasing this ghoul with what I'm going to make for you." Confidently, she noted Demi's recommendation and a number of other notes onto her clipboard. "I can have it done within a couple days since it is prom I have my sons working with me on the weekends to get everything done."
With that she turned back to the register to start ringing up those charges.
Bul did everything he could not to encourage a blush. He was just glad now that he had gotten off the hook (as far as he knew) for the ripped suit. He was about to say something but let out a hiss when his spine was pulled, trying to flatten it.. they hurt to get pulled but he was being a bit over dramatic.
"Well as soon as we get this shirt I think we'll be done..." he said as he looked over the shirts. He didn't mind if he ended up ripping it under his tux, it was a lot less important since he'd be running around in the under shirt during the latter hours of the dance. By then he'd already make his impression. "I can just get a large here in these, no big deal."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:33 pm
Damien was incredibly pleased with how accommodating the seamstress was for the occasion, normally it took more than a couple of days to complete a set, however there was normally a lot more detail work on the clothes his grandfather forced them all to wear. He was rather concerned about how the spikes which could shred a jacket in pieces would work for the boil, but the seamstress didn't seem worried about it in the slightest.
It was a vote of confidence to the hound as well.
But the shirt was also an important part for his wooing of Mei at prom. As he dragged the boil through the halls as gingerly as possible in hopes that nothing else would be damaged or maimed beyond repair. "Yeah after that all that's left is that gift you were talking about." he said back without turning around, peering through all the aisles of colors.
"But that's nothing i can help with, it has to come from you and you alone." The hound was a firm believer that a gift is something that just cant be picked other than by the giver, otherwise the meaning behind it would be lost. "However i do have a recommendation, either a wrist corsage or a nice piece of jewelry, a broach or necklace i would think is more suitable for the occasion."
Even if he hated dressing up and playing the gentleboil role, he would at least be grateful for the knowledge to do so right now.
However Bul had his eyes locked on a shirt that he felt fine with, and Demi didn't see anything wrong with the color of it either. "So, you like that one?" he asked holding the sample one up for the red boil to inspect.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 10:41 pm
"I have.. I kinda just came up with an idea but I'll have to go see how workable it is." Bul said, though his idea was none of which Demi listed. Mei had a soft spot for.. soft things and if he could make it work he figured she may enjoy it more than jewelry. Not to mention he'd gotten her a hand full of ghost flowers upon asking her out.
"Yep this one looks right.." he nodded as Demi held it up and turned to make sure there weren't other sizes he may need to inspect. "Yep."
Swishing his tail Bul looked a little anxious now, ready to check out and get the heck out of that store. He knew Demi must've wanted to leave soon too especially after the embarrassing suit incident.
"Alright so should I take this up?" he asked with the shirt in hand and his other hand reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 11:05 am
"Oh, If you got an idea on what to give, I say run with it." he replied back, already wondering what was it he had in mind for her. He was concerned that the boil would try to pass up a ball of snot the size of a pumpkin to the ghoul as a gift, or something equally as unacceptable, but had to have faith in his choice. "After all, you do know her better than me."
He took a closer look at the shirt just to make sure t would fit him properly, and not tear to pieces like the jacket from before that had no idea what was going to happen. "Well then lets pay for the stuff and get outta here, I'm starting to itch again." he said urgently, feeling his skin crawl from the abrasive fabrics being so close nearby.
Maybe If he was lucky, he could flag down a sales person here to ask about something else he needed to do on his own time. as he tried to throw a belt and a codpiece at the taller boil playfully. "Hey think fast spiky!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 1:00 pm
Fortunately Bul's gift was in fact not going to be made of snot or anything really gross that boils like. Although it might've been a very close second...
"AGREED." Bul was ready to not ever see the vampress again... except he had to pick the suit up anyway. "Yea yea I'm hurrying-"
Bul was so focused on getting the hell out of there that he didn't catch the added pieces. The belt whipped him from behind and he stumbled when picking it up. "s**t s**t.." he uttered then came up to the register in a mess of things to pay for. "W... how much for the ripped...?"
The vampress shook her head. "Don't fret about it. I'm giving you ventalation for the price of it... so in the long run you don't have to pay for much." She smiled and rung everything up. "Your suit will be ready in two days I'll give you a call."
Bul looked mildly surprised he didnt have to pay and nodded very understandingly. "Okay Got it.." He gave her his number and when all was done flagged Demi down, ready to bolt.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:01 pm
Demi idly stood by while the nervous boil stepped up to the register like he did many times before in the past, always on his own in order to become a big boil when it came to stuff like this. That and making his way home on foot without getting the garments ruffled or damaged from the trek. It was indeed much of a trial.
However he kept his attention on Bul when he finished up his transaction before doing a full body stretch to get the stiff muscles a wakeup for their trip back. "So its all set bud?" he said warmly to the half beast, feeling like their mission for the day was accomplished.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:15 pm
"Yes... we're finally... done.." Bul let out a sigh and smiled. "That was... exhausting." Never mind workouts in fitness club, they'd scared themselves into this situation.
Pushing his way out the door Bul took in a deep breath of air. He was officially done preparing for prom and it would all work out just in time.
"Dude... Demi.. that was... really fun. I mean.. wierd but extremely fun and I know now that I couldn't have done this by myself." Of course the incident regarding measurements may not have settled with the seamstress so well if it hadn't been for the two of them being so comical together.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:55 pm
damien followed behind Bul outside into the crisp autumn air and took a deep breath as well, it was rather nice compared to the stuffy air around the suits and those lights that made the boil sweat ever so slightly from the extra heat, and maybe a little out of panic.
"Exhausting isn't even the half of it, but at least all that's left is the gift and your home free!" half of the fitness club should go into more panic stricken situations like this more often.
"Well at least it wasn't that much of a chore, I'm glad you enjoyed it, hopefully not too much." he said with a chuckle. No really he meant it, he rather hoped the boil didn't get any ideas about using him for more measurement taking situations in the future.
"But at least they let you off the hook really easy." Maybe it was just her way of getting kicks in the store, he could imagine it would get really boring around the suits all day, before picking on a few boils and making them get awkward around each other.
He couldn't help but cringe at the memory and decided to push it far into his repressed memories box in his head. He didn't ever go down on Bul, not once. NEVER. nope.
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