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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 5:17 pm
Finn was really depressed. Not only did he not get his paycheck in today, but he spilled green polyester on his last good pair of clothes. The ones he uses to work in and to go to school. So he was here spending money he doesn’t have (he borrowed from Ashton, his roommate) to try to get something nice to go to his art show that the school is putting on for a local shelter to raise money.
Looking at the prices of the white slacks and wincing at the cost of the fancy shirts Finnegan told himself he was going to look at three more shirts and then he was going to the bargain bin. No clothing was worth that amount of money.
No matter how shiny it may look and how soft and comfy it may feel and how nice it looks on him…
He tried not to cry, Finnegan was going to owe Ashton so much money. He didn’t want to have to sell his body again, his hair never did turn the right color after he washed the paint out of it…
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 5:59 pm
 "Homygawd, that is, like, totally AWESOME!!!!!!" The person, seemingly a girl, was standing next to the rack with dresses, and eyeing that deep-pink evening dress. It was absolutely FANTASTIC. The gloved hand took it from the shelf, and quickly unfolded, revealing this miracle of modern tailoring. The dress was short, just barely covering the necessary parts, but on the back, there was a big ribbon with a long, long tails... It was so pretty, and shiny, and PRETTY... In this, he would look absolutely perfect. The blonde's face smiled happily, and as he put the dress against his own body... He looked absolutely extatic. "...lustereczko, lustereczko, powiedz przecie..." It was still his first day in Tokyo. Ciri arrived on place in the morning, and was welcomed by...quite an interesting company... Well, he had to say, Misa wasn't exactly how he imagined her. But in some ways, she was exactly like that. But who cares? She was still the same beeyach he talked so much with. So he left towards his new home on the back of a motorcycle, accompanied by a very, VERY loud group of troublemakers. Who even smashed a car window while they were passing. So amusing! He had a feeling that in this place, he won't be bored. Just perfect. And his house was quite nice, too! Not too small, not to big, a couple of rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom, just what he was used to. He tossed his bag on the floor, took out his wallet, and was going to drag Misa for some shopping, but then...that nosy cow-brat interrupted, babbling something that Misa was busy! What nerve! And Misa agreed! Well, she did offer to send one of her goons with him, but still... He wasn't even a tiny bit cute, just how could he help ME with picking out MY wardrobe?! I bet I would end up in something totally out of season. And his face would, like, for sure make the colors fade if he looked at them for a bit longer. So here he was, alone, between all these absolutely amazing clothes.... Japan ROCKS! "...lustereczko, lustereczko, powiedz przecie..." He hummed, while doing a few dancing steps backwards, so he could see how he'd look in this lovely little thing... When he suddenly bumped into someone. "HEY! Watch i...." He stopped mid-sentence, eyeing the person he bumped into. The hair could be a bit longer, true, and the clothes were below anything he could imagine in his worst nightmares, but the glasses gave some potential, and the face...the face.... "Not bad." He muttered. "Not bad at all." His hands moved quickly, placing the dress against the boy's body, and eyed it slowly. "Nowai. Believe me, pink definetely ISN'T your color. Must be the hair...." He muttered, while tossing away the pink gown, and browsing through other color variations. "No...no...no...definetely no...no...no...no way in hell...no...THIS!" With a triumphing smile, he picked a forest-green one, and placed it against the boy again. "Much better. Now go try it on, it'll suit you!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:38 pm
Finnegan was giving himself one more minute to stare at the shiny/soft/comfortable shirt before he was going to go to one of the cheaper stores. But as he was turning around he collided with a dancing person (man?women?) and stumbled into the rack he was just inspecting. Accidently throwing all the shirts onto the nice tiled floors that were most likely heated if the thin sole of his shoes was anything to go by.
He tried to split his attention between the spilled shirts and the young (man/women?) in a pink dress as he danced in front of him before running off to grab another dress.
“Um?” He tried to get in but he had the feeling that the manwomen wouldn’t listen to him. He blanched at the dress that was shoved into his hands. Not because he didn’t want to put it on, but this was worth three of his pay checks, he felt like if he touched it he would have to buy it. Ashton might even put him up for prostitution this time, not just use him for his Living Art class.
“I beg your pardon,” Finnegan blushed because he really didn’t know what sex this person was, but he trudged on forward. “But I really just came here to buy some slacks and a nice shirt, I am not interested in buying a dress at this point in time?”
There was a lift in his voice at the end of sentence because he really didn’t want to see what this little manwomen was capable of if he got angry. Finnegan was so bad at fighting. So, so bad. His glasses always broke, and then he ended up crying. Never a fun time…
Finnegan tried to look for the exits, because he might not be much of a fighter, but he could sure book it if he had to.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:56 pm
 "We can look for slacks and shirts later, there's a lot of time for everything!" Ciri laughed happily, once again shoving the dress at the boy. He was blushing, how cute! Yes, he definetely made a good choice, it'll be so easy to find nice things for him! "Oh come on, puh-leeeeeeeeease, I'm so, like, bored! What does it hurt you? Or don't you like it?" The blonde quickly looked around, fixing his attention on the shirts from the most recent collection. "C'me here." He grabbed his hand, and still humming happily, dragged him to that place. "See? See? They're even shirts, you wanted shirts! Now try this on. And this. And this. Or no, better not this, too light, you'd look like something slimy glared on you for too long, rather try that." One more shirt, this one with open shoulders, and they all landed in the newly met boy's arms. "The dressing rooms are there. Come. Come, come, come<3!" He laughed happily, oh so happily, dragging him to yet another place. Yes, this was most certainly an enjoyable day <3.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 2:22 pm
Finnegan actually really didn’t have the time to look at all these clothes, let alone try them all on for this insane manwomen thing. He had to finish three watercolors when he got back to the apartment and not counting the musical that he had to help Ashton with his composition for his major and he really didn’t want to make him wait his, roommate got kinda intense when it came to playing his music.
“Um-” The manwomen’s hand was warm as he tugged them over towards the shirts that made Finn’s eyes water just imagining what they must cost not even giving him a chance to respond. Not that he wasn’t making all the effort to stop the little manwomen from ordering/jerking him around but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t object when he wanted to. “Thank you for picking out all these lovely shirts,” They were really nice too, nothing he could afford though. “But I really can’t afford this and a have a bunch of things I need to do before I go to work today-“
Finnegan was really tired of getting dragged around and only sighed. Was he a bully magnet or something? He didn’t seem all that meek or shy. And quiet was debatable, he just wasn’t good shopping with himself, but Ashton had plans last minute and looked like he was going to murder someone when he told Finn about it. Finnegan pitied the man that had to deal with Ashton when he looked like that…
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 2:27 pm
 "Oh, don't worry about THAT." Ciri waved his hand, and since the boy didn't start dressing up on his own, he just had to help him a bit with it. So soon, Then newlymet boy was sporting the first of the shirts. "Looks pretty good, don't you think? And money really isn't a problem, I have lots, and I'm just simply too bored~... I can give you whatever you want as a gift, if you'll keep me company?" He waved his long eyelashes pleadingly, looking as cute as possible, in hope to make the boy agree. "Well, in fact I can give you whatever anyway, as long as it looks good." He was going to force the second shirt on his new 'friend', when a quick glance to the mirror made him stop. He slowly put the shirt against his own body, and looked at it from a few angles. "...it might suit me as well as it does you, ne?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 3:25 pm
Finnegan’s eyes bulged and he stopped as he was dragged into the dressing room. Maybe he shouldn’t let himself be pushed around by the little manwomen. He has heard Ashton whispering about how violence is going up around Tokyo, but Finn doesn’t know why he wouldn’t talk about it when he asked him.
“It looks nice?” Finn tried, the shirt really did look nice. “But I really can’t take any of your money, not only do I not know you name, but I can’t even take money from my roommate without feeling horrible about it. And we just met.” Finnegan might have blushed more about keeping company, because the only time he really keeps people company has to do with cuddles, and Ashton was the only one who really wanted that.
Finnegan made a decision as he glanced at his watch and then back at the grinning manwomen. “I think it looks lovely on you, the color really mashes well with your complexion.” Finn might care about how he dressed himself, but he is going to art school dammit. He can tell when two colors look nice when placed together!
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 3:38 pm
 "The name's Ciri, Ci~ri!" He laughed. "Well, only, like, not really. But everyone calls me that anyway. And you? What's your name?" He quickly removed his shirt, uncovering an extra-small size bra (cause it looked really cute, with all those frills and tiny ribbons!), and put on the shirt he was holding. "You're right, you're right, it looks lovely, it really does! Oh, I look, like, soooooooo pretty in this!" Another giggle, and the boy hugged the other's arm, posing to the mirror. "Too bad I don't have a camera, we look wonderful! I'm SO buying this! And the one you're wearing too, you helped me so it's only fair for me to give you something as thanks! And now...." A moment of silence, as Ciri was getting the third shirt ready "...what do you think about this one?
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:12 pm
Ciri? Man then.
“Finnegan, but you can call me Finn if you want?” Finnegan is still totally bad at introducing himself, not to mention the person is still trying to dress him.
Finn smiled at the kid(?) and laughed at him when he complimented himself. “I do know about my colors.” A little bragging was in store, since Ciri seemed to be full of it.
“I really can’t-” Finnegan attempted to read the tags on his shirt. “This is all the money that I borrowed from my roommate to get some formal clothes, I won’t be able to pay you back if you did.” He might be really stuck on the money issue, but he can’t not, he is paying for everything himself and he likes it like that. Relying too much on other people isn’t good at all.
“I really think that might look better in a brighter color? It makes you look a bit pale?” Finn patted Ciri on the shoulder when he clung onto his arm.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:22 pm
 "Shut up Finneh~<3" Ciri laughed, when the boy once again started objecting against clothes. "That shirt WANTS to be yours, don't you see it?! So just shut up and take it. It's yours. And don't worry about money, if you're really, like, that sensitive, you can totally do some favors for me later. But now..." The blonde grinned slyly "...now you're going to let me dress you up." He removed the shirt he was wearing, ready to buy it, and the other one that Finn said was too dark (well, a bit probably, but it was really on the edge), and took Finn to browse the formal clothes. "So, formalwear is what you need, Finnyboy? But suits are, like, so boring, maybe you'd take a gown instead? It'll look pretty..." But still he grabbed the few nearest formal shirts, and a couple pairs of pants. "So boring, and the colors are so dull, why does male formalwear have to suffer, like, SOMUCH? Any ideas?" He tossed the clothes at his companion, and grabbed a few nearest dresses to try on himself. "Come. We'll see how it looks." And off to the changing room. Again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:39 pm
Finnegan gave Ciri an odd look, did he want to owe this little guy favors? “Sure, I want to pay you back somehow. It wouldn’t right for me not to.” Finn smiled and gave himself another half an hour before he would start to make his excuses to go.
“I just need a nice button up and black pants.” Finnegan pointed to the clothes he was looking at before Ciri literally ran into him. “I have a gallery showing later on in the week and this is the only free time I have for shopping.”
He laughed at the dresses that Ciri picked out, not meanly, he was just really happy that someone could have that much belief in themselves to wear something so against the norm. Not that Finn conformed to anything, but Ciri was a little much. “We’ll see how these look then.”
Finn was totally going to weed out all the ones that were too expensive, and maybe after he escaped from Dress Up he would go to the bargain store near his house, Ciri didn’t have to know he went shopping there after all…
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:53 pm
 "Then I'll think stuff out that you can do for me." Ciri grinned "For example, you can keep me company when I'm bored! I thought I'm going to hang out with m' Misa all the time when I came here, but that cow-idiot is so going to totally spoil our time together!!!" A pouty expression appeared on his face, when he quickly closed them up in the changing room again. "Gallery showing? So, like, you paint or something?" He helped Finn to free himself from his clothes, and started putting the chosen formalwear on him. "That's, like, so cool! I've never known anyone who'd paint seriously! Well, there wasn't much paint anywhere anyway, but who cares? Hope ya at least paint any good? No, no, this shirt won't do.... Damn why do you want such boring stuff.... Maybe you're painting some weird stuff, eh? Then we could dress you up fancily and you'd be doing for one of those modern art guys who're supposed to be eccentric and stuff..." Another shirt took the place of the first one, and Ciri started operation: pants.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:22 pm
“Is Misa your sister then?” Finnegan wasn’t going to put up a fight if Ciri wanted to dress him, he only squawked a bit when his glasses got caught and was forced to put them on the table so they wouldn’t get lost in the flurry of fabric.
Finnegan blushed. Wow Ciri was blunt. “I think you might find the pictures to be quite boring. I didn’t get to create my own piece of work. We had a topic, that the whole class had to do, and we needed to have it be in black and white with one other color. I decided on green and spilled the paint on the last pair of my nice clothes.” Finnegan closed his eyes, that was not a good day him and Ashton had another fight about rent because Finn needed to buy paint and Ash wanted to give him an extension on it without any tax. Finnegan didn’t want to take advantage of him though, so they ended up yelling at each other and Finnegan knocked over his paint when he was flailing around ignoring the crashes from the other room. Hell, Finnegan barely look Ashton's money to go shopping with, though he did make a good argument that it was his fault. Sorta.
“I only need to wear the boring stuff for boring occasions, so I guess it is a little fitting? And I am not nearly well known enough to be able to dress how I want to my own shows.” Finnegan laughed again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:45 pm
 "True, that sounds kinda boring." Ciri nodded "I, like, thought it was your own show or something! But worry not, you'll make it someday!" A hearthy pat on the back, and Ciri continued the dressup. "Sister? Nowai, I don't have any sisters! Misa's a friend! She found me a place to stay when I, like, needed to get out from home!" He laughed, and took a moment to dig for his fancy pink cellphone, and then another one to open the image folder. "Here it is. That's Misa, isn't she, like, the most amazing beeyach ever? Though I srsly need to get her some better clothes..." He turned the screen towards Finn, revealing the girl in question. And the girl was...a yankii, that's for sure. The photo was only a bust shot, but you could guess that she was tall and slender. Long, black hair were flowing around her face, and you couldn't really know her eye color since the eyes were closed. Her chest was covered with a thick bandage, and on her back she had a black coat. The girl was making a V sign and grinning happily, with some weird warmth that you wouldn't really think a yankii would have. And to top all that, there was a big heart and 'Ciri' in katakana written on her cheek with pink lipstick. "Yup, that's totally her." The phone got closed, but after a moment opened again. "Ne, gimme your phone number?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 1:51 pm
“Thanks for the confidence.” Finnegan told Ciri seriously as he finished pulling on his original shirt, he had put on (more like Ciri dressed him) all the ones that were picked out for him. None of them were nearly in his price range, but it was fun to put them on and play dress up. Maybe Ciri had put him onto a new outlit for stress relief. Because there is only so many dishes he can do before they are all clean. And if he does those too much his hands get all pruney, and that isn’t that much fun.
Finnegan smiled at the picture, obviously this person really liked Ciri, or else they wouldn’t allow themselves to be graffitied on with such a pink lip stick. “You guys are really close then?” Finn really hated judging people, so he wouldn’t remark on the bandages, maybe she was hurt? Like broken ribs or something?
“Here is my phone-” Finnegan went hunting in his pants for his own phone, it might be old and not as shiny as Ciri’s but his has lasted him a while and his brother totally promised him a new one for his birthday, so he would just get a new one then, “You can just put your number in mine and I will do the same to yours?” He hasn’t really exchanged numbers with a lot of people, but he totally has seen movies about this.
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