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Who: Cid, Vincent, and probably some Kefka
Where: Kefka's clothing store
When: After, like, every thread that's up right now concerning Hojo in any way, shape, or form. So maybe a day or two after Hojo's arrival.
What: Shopping, the manly pastime
OHRIGHT Warnings: Language, the kind that would be bleeped out in other places. Also appreciative glances and highly suggestive language and actions.
They'd only been talking about it for..well, quite possibly weeks. Cid had already lost track of time, and he'd only been here for- that question couldn't really be answered, considering that the whole thing depended on-
Anyway. Shopping had finally become a necessity, because having one shirt just wasn't working for Cid anymore. He'd stitched and sewed and redesigned until he was essentially walking around in a vest- a very patched, frayed, and altogether skimpy vest. Needless to say, it wasn't much use against the cold weather, and he'd stuck to wearing his jacket everywhere he went, and sometimes borrowing Vincent's cape when they were together, which wasn't as often as he'd like. In any case, they were headed now for that clothing shop he'd heard about.
He was dragging Vincent with him mostly for entertainment value, but he had a feeling that if he played his cards just right, he might be able to talk the gunman out of his long-worn leathers. Yes, talking him out of-
Wrong train of thought. Out of the leather and into something else, something that could be washed a little more easily and that maybe made him look a little less like some grim angel and more like...a less grim angel. Something like that, at least. He squashed the whole scheme for the moment, because he had to at least pretend that this shopping trip was for the sole purpose of finding himself more clothes.
He probably would have done well to find out where the shop was before knocking on Vincent's door, but he'd save that surprise for a bit later.
"Hey, you in there or what?"
Where: Kefka's clothing store
When: After, like, every thread that's up right now concerning Hojo in any way, shape, or form. So maybe a day or two after Hojo's arrival.
What: Shopping, the manly pastime
OHRIGHT Warnings: Language, the kind that would be bleeped out in other places. Also appreciative glances and highly suggestive language and actions.
They'd only been talking about it for..well, quite possibly weeks. Cid had already lost track of time, and he'd only been here for- that question couldn't really be answered, considering that the whole thing depended on-
Anyway. Shopping had finally become a necessity, because having one shirt just wasn't working for Cid anymore. He'd stitched and sewed and redesigned until he was essentially walking around in a vest- a very patched, frayed, and altogether skimpy vest. Needless to say, it wasn't much use against the cold weather, and he'd stuck to wearing his jacket everywhere he went, and sometimes borrowing Vincent's cape when they were together, which wasn't as often as he'd like. In any case, they were headed now for that clothing shop he'd heard about.
He was dragging Vincent with him mostly for entertainment value, but he had a feeling that if he played his cards just right, he might be able to talk the gunman out of his long-worn leathers. Yes, talking him out of-
Wrong train of thought. Out of the leather and into something else, something that could be washed a little more easily and that maybe made him look a little less like some grim angel and more like...a less grim angel. Something like that, at least. He squashed the whole scheme for the moment, because he had to at least pretend that this shopping trip was for the sole purpose of finding himself more clothes.
He probably would have done well to find out where the shop was before knocking on Vincent's door, but he'd save that surprise for a bit later.
"Hey, you in there or what?"