The Mainland, Saturday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Considering the daemon issue, this was probably a weekend for the denizens of Fandom to stay on the island. So naturally, after some text messages, Sarah had dragged Guy out to the mainland. The seach for slutty clothes for next weekend (a separate issue entirely) trumped a little anumal problem.

Walking along, she pointed at a not particularly classy-looking store up ahead. "There, does that look like it deals in scandalously tarty necklines?"

"Looks cheap enough," said the raven perched on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes. "Weren't you supposed to shut the fuck up for the duration of this trip?"

Ahahaha as if something that was a part of her would ever do that?

[ooc: NFB, and for the booooyfriend!]

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[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy rolled his eyes again. Because that was the mature response. Daddy issues, everyone can haz them.

"How's that workin' for you so far?"

[electrocynic]

"Splendidly." Yeah, she would think that. "Much better than trying to live up to his mighty expectations."

Not that she'd ever tried all that hard. She'd caught onto not being able to do that pretty early on.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Oh sure. Say something like that and make him have to wander on up behind her for something like a hug. Ish.

In a way.

His arms were around her waist, so that counted.

"Seein' why you're the councilor now," he deadpanned.

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes, even as she leaned back into him a little bit. She was allowed, dammit.

"Are you trying to get mushy on me?" she asked, turning her head. "Talk about feelings?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"That might mean we're really in a relationship," he warned her with a little half smile.

[electrocynic]

"Eww, revolting," Sarah replied, maturely. Not entirely sounding like she meant it, though. "Am I supposed to give up all my boytoys now?"

Yeah because she totally had those.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Nah, that'd mean I'd have to give up mine." Guy, stop making jokes. You're bad at them.

[electrocynic]

Did it matter when it amused Sarah? "Remind me never to introduce you to Don, then," she rasped. "He'd eat you up and spit you out again before you had time to say 'wait I'm not actually gay'."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"I'd distract him with Kyle," he replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Try something in green. It's a good color."

[electrocynic]

"As if you know any other colours."

As if you do, Sarah. Apart from black, grey, and white.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you'd be the same if the Crayola Brigade was tryin' to kill you too."

NEVER WEAR YELLOW, SARAH. YELLOW WAS ONLY FOR JERKS.

[electrocynic]

Well, Excelsor wore a yellow cape, so, yeah. No argument there.

"Sure it's not just a fetish?" she drawled, reaching out for a outrageously lowcut spangly top. Yes, it was green.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Well, I won't say it's not..."

[electrocynic]

Sarah laughed a little too loud for a woman who'd already brought a raven into this establishment – a raven, one might add, whose whereabouts were currently unknown, but he couldn't have gone too far for fear of pain.

She pulled away from him to turn and hold the top in front of her. "What d'you think? Should I try this on?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"You think I won't say yes to that?" he asked.

Somewhere below them, a honey badger was making a nest out of slutty tops. As one does.

[electrocynic]

It was about the sanest thing happening around here right now, really. Go Nessna.

"Nice to be reassured, pumpkin." That was a sracstic use of 'pumpkin', by the way. Don't think differently. "Well, come along to the fitting rooms, then."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"That a crack about my hair?" he asked, trailing after her.

[electrocynic]

"Yes." Actually, no, but she was willing to go with it because it amused her. "Not my fault you're a ginger."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha."

Nessna sighed, getting out of her amazing nest to trail after them lest someone get hurt.

"I'm making us have tea with my friends."

[electrocynic]

"I'm English, tea doesn't scare me."

No, but his friends did, potentially. Even if she'd be hard-pressed to admit it. She breezed her way into a fitting room and closed the thin door behind herself.

Only with that bit of distance between them, she asked, "Am I expected to be nice to your pals?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

He grinned, not that she could see it. "Yep. They're both heroes too."

[electrocynic]

"How surprising."

It really wasn't, not to her. Sarah had barely ever had a non-cape friend in her entire life. She shrugged her jacket off, then went for the shirt.

"And how, exactly, were you intending to convince me into niceness?"

Her soul was close by, fluttering about with a tacky bra hanging from his beak, after all.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Asking nicely?" Ahahahaha. Suuuuure.

[electrocynic]

Yeah, that was a derisive snort coming from behind the door. Muffled only slightly by a top being pulled over her head.

"'Fraid you'll have to try something cleverer than that."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Damn your logic, Sarah. "Make me an offer!"