Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes.
See, the thing about yesterday was that, while his jeans and t-shirts and whatever looked just fine on a girl if you were looking to pass yourself off as the kind of girl who didn't give a shit about what people thought of you, it didn't have that... that... That 'I'm a person who wants to be noticed' look,
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So, it was probably safe to say that this was Sparkle's most favourite weekend in all of history, right here.
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Such a hardship.
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No, Sparkle. No.
"So, bikini? How small are we talking, here?"
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Riiiight.
"Don't suppose you have any idea what your cup size is?"
This could be an adventure.
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Sparkle raised an eyebrow at him. And then at his hand. And then grabbed a bikini top from the rack at random.
"What say we get you to just try this on, and we'll see if you're falling out or something, and we can go up or down from there?"
It was a very scientific sort of approach.
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"And with something more than a string up my rear? What is wrong with girls?"
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He was already rifling through the bikinis, looking for something in red.
"String top okay, though? Ties in the back?"
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"Yeah, you do look kind of packed in there. See how this one fits, and we'll go from there?" Sparkle tossed another random top at him, a few more sizes up, and then resumed the hunt for something that would go with the bottom bit that he'd grabbed in earnest.
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