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After Kamiko came back from her long trip, it wasn't long before Eli realized their only real date had been interrupted by magical girl assassins and that was the kind of error they really ought to rectify. Somehow Kamiko's mother had suggested they go someplace nice, and that had led to...

Actually, he was still trying to figure out where Missy got involved.

"If you fidget again, moi will hit you hard enough so moi can take measurements without you squirming," his little sister said very seriously, and Eli believed her. Though Missy was rarely as physically violent as Noe, she was capable of a similar amount of damage. And Missy was taking this very seriously; measuring him for who knew what.

"Why am I doing this again?" he wondered aloud.

"Because moi has thirteen floors worth of clothing and it's not all sized to fit just moi," Missy replied dryly, deftly encircling his chest with a measuring tape, and pulling it taut, checking the measurement. "You're scrawny, you know."

"Not everyone can be as--" Missy's eyes turned murder, but he finished what he'd meant to say, "voluptuous as you, Missy."

"Wrong word for what you're trying to say," she said, cocking an eyebrow as she rolled up the tape. "But moi appreciates your sentiment." She smirked at him, then pushed him towards the stairs. "Send Kamiko down."

"Do we get any say in what we're wearing?" Eli asked.

Missy grinned; oddly predatory for a pig. "Not at all, Eli."

Missy sat on a chaise longue, legs crossed as she idly wound the measuring tape around her fingers, and only smiled that mysterious, slightly creepy smile she'd used with Eli, beckoning Kamiko forward with one imperious finger.

It was akin to walking into an explosion of pink. Sure, Kamiko had surely been able to see the pale pink of the chaise from the quick peek at the door, but somehow the whole effect of the room--pale pink carpets, bubblegum pink walls--everything was pink, accented with white or gold. A white and gold metal framed bed was visible far off in the corner, its comforter and many pillows pink; a white vanity was somewhat nearer to the door, with at least three mirrors and plenty of lighting. In short, it was the epitome of the girly girl's stereotypical domain.

Missy scrutinized the shiba inu and one perfectly shaped eyebrow slid up into her bangs. "Well, with some salvaging this won't be a total loss..."

Missy tsked at Kamiko, shaking her head slowly as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "No wonder your mother called moi. A pants suit? You're not interviewing for a corporate position, honestly Kamiko... It's a date!" Missy was walking around Kamiko in a circle now, one hand to her chin as she once again surveyed her 'raw material'. "You're wearing something with a skirt, that's not up for debate. The real question is whether to play it close and slinky, or play up Eli's preferences..." Either would have Eli blushing but that wasn't exactly a difficult task to accomplish. Eli's alarming penchant for frills in women's clothing might well overwhelm the girl, though, both physically and psychologically. And why the dog had a problem with slinky dresses was beyond Missy's ken, especially when Kamiko was so fond of those excuses for body covering that were superhero outfits...

"Oh, moi thinks moi is also supposed to solicit what you'd like to see Eli wear," Missy said offhandedly, snapping the measuring tape in her hands. "His usual stuff isn't terrible but he does tend to dress in a bit of a rut, either mostly fairy-kei or those romantic goth ensembles..."

Missy's eyes widened slightly as she seemed to have some sort of ephiphany. "Moi thinks moi has just the thing--though it's not American, per se, it's certainly different from what he normally wears..." And that in turn gave her an idea for Kamiko. It would be themey matchy coupley enough for the parents, and Kamiko did have the right coloring...

"Moi is going to take your measurements now, so hold still," she warned, bustling around the shiba inu and carefully taking relevant measures; chest, waist, and hips for sure, and, upon quick reflection, she added a shoulder to collarbone and a shoulder to mid thigh to the tally in her head. "Hmm..."

"It won't be frilly," Missy said, looking amused as she stepped back. "You may even discover you like it. Try and keep an open mind, Kamiko..." She stepped into the back of the room and into what appeared to be a walk-in closet, presumably equipped with outfits she'd prepared with Kamiko and Eli in mind earlier. It was several minutes before she emerged, clutching a hanger with a garment bag obscuring the dress inside.

"Take the stairs in the back, there's a full size bathroom up there. Go, change now." Missy handed Kamiko the bag and pointed the way. "Moi is bringing Eli back now!" She went to go fetch her brother, leaving Kamiko to discover on her own what lay inside...

It was a surprisingly apt choice, all things considered.

"I feel a bit uncomfortable," Eli said, eyeing his own Missy-chosen outfit. It did fit like a glove...which really begged the question of why Missy had cosplay in his size.

"Be one with the cowskin," Missy retorted, waggling her fingers quite possibly in an imitation of her brother's oft-conspicuous sparkles. "Besides, it's not too far out of vous' comfort zone...guardian forces, sparkles, it's all the same to moi."

"Did Phoebe talk you into walking her through video games or something? I have never once seen you play a Final Fantasy game," Eli said, amazed that Missy even knew what 'guardian forces' were.

"What, moi's not going to level all the cast by herself! Do you have any idea how many hours moi has had to grind on that game?" Missy said, sounding quite indignant.

"So you make Phoebe grind for you and...what, just watch the FMV sequences?"

"Moi thinks you have a date to go to, as opposed to grilling your sister about her video game habits," the pig said primly, pulling Eli out into the room. "Ah, she did manage it after all."

Eli adjusted his fluffy collared short jacket self-consciously before looking up to see Kamiko descending down the stairs--and no matter how Kamiko may have thought herself awkward in that dress...Eli thought it looked perfectly natural on her, hugging her form yet not so much it was indecent. Its simplicity more than suited her, and Eli's gaze was drawn upward, to Kamiko's eyes hidden in her natural mask. "You look beautiful," he said, with a soft smile as his eyes met hers.

"Or before Shimy drags out a gunblade..." Eli agreed. There was something Eli didn't want to carry around for the evening. She had one too, hanging in the library (along with an assortment of other fandom weapons: the Sword of Gryffindor, several zanpaktou, and even a replica of the Stone Sword from the Sailormoon manga).

Ushering Kamiko out as quickly-yet-unobtrusively as possible (he swore he could hear camera clicks until they'd gotten off the property), they managed to make it to the restaurant in one piece. "I'm not entirely sure Missy considered the ramifications of wearing this outfit in public," Eli said, tugging at his jacket once again. "I don't expect most people to recognize it but...who wears this many belts normally?"

"You'd have thought Missy would have tried to compensate for that," was all Eli managed to stammer to that particular statement of Kamiko's. Then again, clearly Missy had thought that Eli wasn't going to be visiting the bathroom at all tonight, so maybe the pig had just let aesthetics get in the way of practicality yet again.

Eli thought the restaurant was quite nice; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a formal restaurant. Around the time his parents got married, maybe? Forever ago.

Eli sat down across the table from Kamiko, and chuckled at her impish suggestion. "If he's good at his job he'll probably just nod and smile. A pained smile, maybe. But if that's what you really want..." he said, gently teasing.