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As fun as it would be to loot and plunder their way through the shopping district of Destiny City, Prissy wanted to take her time when it came to finding a new look for her newest friend.

So, on that particularly sunny Wednesday morning in January, she found herself glancing down at her phone as she waited alone on a bench right outside of Destiny City's premier mall. There were several outlet shops within that she felt would do a fella good, especially when it was a fella who had little to nothing to his name and Prissy wasn't exactly certain how much his budget would be. Outlets were good - better than rifling through the racks at Goodwill, that was for sure.

Shooting a bored text to a couple people on her contact list, she spared a brief glance up every minute or so as she waited for her new charge. She'd delivered a message to him through her communicator to let him know the when and where details, but outside of their Negaverse disguises, she wasn't one hundred percent certain of what Victoria would look like.

Ah, well. She'd give him a couple more minutes, at least, before she ran in to find a sugar-filled coffee for proper sustenance.

The pinkette had enough sense to blush at the stranger's teasing as she glanced up from her texting to study the young man.

"Niki...wasn't it?" She'd remembered dropping a clue that she'd be wearing pink (though, really, would either of them be surprised about that?) and the duo had exchanged names during prior communication, but Prissy's memory mostly focused on fashion and herself, with others coming in far behind in third place. Still, there was no reason to be rude.

Tucking her phone into her purse, one hand moved up to bat at one of the twin pom poms attached to the young man's head. Eyeing the decorations, she gave him a grin, "Fan of Halloween, I take it?"

The thought gave her an idea, to which she continued, "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself - or what you remember, rather. Do you have specific likes? Colors? Styles? Just to give me an idea of what it is we'll be looking for, in there."

One thumb motioned back towards the mall behind them.

"Dark. Lots of things match with dark - we can work with that, not a problem."

She practically snatched the phone away from him as her own fingertip began to scroll down and examine the pictures. She'd used similar apps when it came to her own aesthetically pleasing blogs (which consisted of pretty much only reblogs, but Prissy would still fight anyone to the grave that she was a true blogger) but the pictures on Niki's account had a style of their own.

Her lips pursed as she did some brainstorming. Usually punk-like couture was not her particular whimsy, but it didn't mean she couldn't throw several aspects together to create her own fashionable monster. He clearly liked zippers, graphic tees and colors. The occasional pony and critter would pop out at her, adding to the creative mixture.

She could already see that Hot Topic would be on the list of places to go; while Prissy herself seemed out of place stepping into such a place, she more than enjoyed the cute kitten and unicorn t-shirts they always seemed to have on display on one of their walls, along with various aesthetically pleasing anime characters (from what show, she had no idea, but all that mattered was that they were cute). Maybe they'd hit up Gap for more casual, professional clothes for say a job - did he have a job? Did it matter? He needed outfits for all occasions!

Tossing the phone back into his hands, she shot up like a rocket from the bench, more than energized and ready to go (sans coffee, even!).

"We've got a lot to do and only...." She glanced at her dainty wrist watch, "...seven hours to do it in. Let's go."

Twirling on the toes of her hot pink heels, she marched forward, making a beeline for the mall's entrance.

Pausing, she turned to glance at him.

"Romano's? The nega-----new school?"

An eyebrow quirked up. Interesting. Why on earth anyone would willingly want to work with a bunch of snot-nosed brats was beyond her, but Prissy supposed that someone had to do the job, at the end of the day. "Unless you're supposed to be wearing a uniform, I suppose we can swing by d**k's or somewhere that sells...sports stuff."

Sports?

Ew.

Sports meant breaking sweats and nails. No thank you.

"But for now, we're going to focus on your day-to-day wear. I'm sure FYE or Hot Topic will have a few things with your ponies on them - but we're definitely going to try to get you in a few more colors than just black."

Looping her arm around his, she guided him to the nearest store, determination written across her perfectly lined brows and flawless strawberry glossed lips.