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[Hayden looks about to have a fit, his features grim.]
After. This. I. Am. OUT. Of. This. Apartment.
[The view looks like an explosion of colors and cloths of such types as would make any straight male, and probably quite a few gay ones, cringe in horror. Music is blasting at ear hurting level, currently on repeat of Three Day Grace's 'I Hate Everything About You'. Hayden is gingerly seated on a couch with a drape of neon pink cloth spilling over it and onto the floor, carefully pushing aside a cushion in a burgundy shade and with a puddle of amber shimmery cloth at his feet. It's clear he's restraining having a poltergeist level fit only by the skin of his teeth.]
And I thought she was bad as a fuckin' ghost. She's worse alive.
[The view pans to Kunihiko, pins in her mouth, sheers in hand, creating something that might vaguely be meant to cover the female form in shades of ivory and plum on a mannequin. There's a few gorgeous pieces of work amongst the lot, a heavy black coat with a peacock butterfly pattern across the back of it and a kind of vest trenchcoat hybrid in the same shade with silver lightning and detachable sleeves for examples, but most of it is 'avaunt guarde' clothing style. And she has a small pile of red tape rolls to help her stick designs to the walls beside her. Hayden dodges a thrown roll, glaring, and Kunihiko's muttering becomes audiable.
... provincial hicks that don't know a good bit of cloth from a bad one... 'No taste' my ass. I'll show 'em, show 'em all. Build my own fuckin' chain of stores and never have to see a town like this again...
[Hayden's expression is pissed, but Kunihiko's is now startled. In his haste, he's stepped into the line of the mirror, and Jigoku being Jigoku, it's reflecting him perfectly. She cautiously turns her head to look behind her, seeing no one there, and whips it back just as Hayden notices and steps away again. She shakes her head, looking tired.]
An' now I'm seein' things. Well, at least my hallucinations don't look half bad...
[Hayden sighs.]
This is the worst this place has thrown at me yet...
After. This. I. Am. OUT. Of. This. Apartment.
[The view looks like an explosion of colors and cloths of such types as would make any straight male, and probably quite a few gay ones, cringe in horror. Music is blasting at ear hurting level, currently on repeat of Three Day Grace's 'I Hate Everything About You'. Hayden is gingerly seated on a couch with a drape of neon pink cloth spilling over it and onto the floor, carefully pushing aside a cushion in a burgundy shade and with a puddle of amber shimmery cloth at his feet. It's clear he's restraining having a poltergeist level fit only by the skin of his teeth.]
And I thought she was bad as a fuckin' ghost. She's worse alive.
[The view pans to Kunihiko, pins in her mouth, sheers in hand, creating something that might vaguely be meant to cover the female form in shades of ivory and plum on a mannequin. There's a few gorgeous pieces of work amongst the lot, a heavy black coat with a peacock butterfly pattern across the back of it and a kind of vest trenchcoat hybrid in the same shade with silver lightning and detachable sleeves for examples, but most of it is 'avaunt guarde' clothing style. And she has a small pile of red tape rolls to help her stick designs to the walls beside her. Hayden dodges a thrown roll, glaring, and Kunihiko's muttering becomes audiable.
... provincial hicks that don't know a good bit of cloth from a bad one... 'No taste' my ass. I'll show 'em, show 'em all. Build my own fuckin' chain of stores and never have to see a town like this again...
[Hayden's expression is pissed, but Kunihiko's is now startled. In his haste, he's stepped into the line of the mirror, and Jigoku being Jigoku, it's reflecting him perfectly. She cautiously turns her head to look behind her, seeing no one there, and whips it back just as Hayden notices and steps away again. She shakes her head, looking tired.]
An' now I'm seein' things. Well, at least my hallucinations don't look half bad...
[Hayden sighs.]
This is the worst this place has thrown at me yet...