Electroclash | Sarah (
electrocynic) wrote2012-09-22 11:39 pm
The Mainland, Saturday Afternoon
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!]
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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She pulled away from him to turn and hold the top in front of her. "What d'you think? Should I try this on?"
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Somewhere below them, a honey badger was making a nest out of slutty tops. As one does.
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"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."
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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."
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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?"
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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.
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"'Fraid you'll have to try something cleverer than that."
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Okay, general things, yes. But nothing she was looking to trade for niceness.
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"Oh come on, you love it."
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