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[sellingamore]

[You have just walked into a lingerie store.]

[There really isn't a picture suitable enough to describe it, but rest assured, it's quite an extensive lingerie store, with just about any modest, scanty, sexy, colorful, pretty, and just plain bizarre type of lingerie imaginable. And the merchandise doesn't stop there! There's plenty more than just

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[solo_insanity]

[Gets something frilly and pink and we'll let the imagination go from there.]

Would you model this for me? I just need to make sure it makes the perfect gift for the misses.

[Never mind the size difference and, well, gender.]

[sellingamore]

[Doesn't even bother in opening his eyes to sigh in an inconvenienced way, and crosses his arms over his chest.]

Pink is hardly my color. But if you still want to give it ago, I'll be sure to look away.

[solo_insanity]

[He puts the item down near the register and hovers near the head of the couch waiting for either a reaction or for the other to actually take a nap.]

[sellingamore]

[Said reaction comes in the form of opening his eye.]

Now that I think of it, pink is hardly your color either.

[solo_insanity]

Yes, I know. I've been told it clashes horribly with my eyes.

Now, as they say, the customer is always right, aren't they? Surely you have someone I can use to gauge the quality of your wares.

[sellingamore]

That's understatement of the year.

I stashed one of the grouchy feminine kids in the back room for just that. Why not you take it up with him?

[solo_insanity]

My, my, he isn't going to come if I call him, is he? Perhaps you should get more hired help.

[sellingamore]

My usual help is cohorting with the one-eyed brat. Looks like you're stuck with Ponytail, today.

[solo_insanity]

Kitchen Knife?

... My, my, how about if I add one more to your staff. I'm sure she'd find the job quite the widening of experience for her.

[sellingamore]

You wouldn't happen to be talking about Miss Nine, would you? Good luck with that, I've been barking up that tree for five years.

[solo_insanity]

Actually, no. German woman with curly brown hair. Though, I'm hardly surprised that one refused. A pity.

[sellingamore]

I'm afraid the only time I'll go looking for her to help is when I need help expanding the walls. Some of this is quite fragile, you realize.

[solo_insanity]

Fragile? My, my are you sure you want anything of that sort in such a shop?

Unless, of course...

My, my how did you get the Kitchen Knife to work here? Unless that is actually long legs.

[sellingamore]

[All he's going to do is tilt his head silently toward a glass... toy. Yeah. Toy. Sitting at the end of the counter.] I've heard of people putting stranger things in strange places. Do I need to elaborate?

That, I'm afraid, is my little secret. I can't have everyone knowing how to get Oscar the Grouch to work, it cuts in on my nap time.

[solo_insanity]

[Is bold enough to try to push the man's legs aside to find a spot of couch to sit on.] Ah, but do elaborate. I imagine you test each on of these out yourself, don't you? Best way to give customers the most accurate information.

My, my, you must have a secret touch, don't you?

[sellingamore]

[Looks most displeased by this, but he rolls with it. That doesn't mean he holds back on a very indignant and inconvenienced sigh.] I'd be a rather spent fellow if I tested everything out, but one might say I've been around a block or two.

Obviously.