Oh, the Humanity! [Complete, rp log]
She blushed a little and tried to stifle a shy giggle--how was this guy so charming? She was beginning to see how she'd fallen in love with him the first time. "Uhm...it doesn't really seem like my style," she commented, regarding the store thoughtfully and guiding him to walk on. They came to a different one that looked almost identical to Vincent's eyes and she announced, "This is more like it." Looking through the window, she regarded the clothes with a small grin, grabbing the door and pulling it open before Vincent could, flashing him another grin. As she entered, the clerk stared at her--she was quite bruised and it was a bit alarming--but then when Vincent entered behind her, the clerk decided Lucrecia was definitely the more normal of the two. Had that man done that to her? What an animal!
Lucrecia seemed to like him well enough, though. "You're lucky I don't like to shop, you know that? You just offered to take a girl shopping, and most of us can spend three days in search of clothes and not buy a single outfit." Her hands flipped quickly through the racks, occasionally pulling out something on a hangar, which she folded over her arm. The last thing she wanted was to force Vincent to carry pretty skirts; he was already carrying her bag. "Normally I don't try things on, but if you're buying them, I should make sure they fit..." It was like she was punishing him for picking up the tab.
On her way to the dressing room, Lu grabbed a handful of underwear, a mix of panties and thongs for variety, as well as a couple bras, all very casually, as if Vincent wouldn't feel awkward at all. Slipping casually behind a door to the dressing room, Lucrecia hung up everything and then slipped her clothes off, staring at her body in the mirror for a moment, the bruises angry and dark in the light of the dressing room. "Damn..." she commented aloud, not even to Vincent, even though he was just outside the door. She looked a mess--those demons in him had really done a number on her. Hopefully he'd be able to control himself better next time.
Her brain screeched to a halt. Next time? What? Why was she thinking about next time?! Pulling on underwear and a bra before quickly trying on outfits rapid-fire, Lucrecia pondered. He was really sweet, surprisingly gentle despite what had happened to her body, cute--she was grinning like an idiot. Why was she grinning like an idiot?! She couldn't possibly-- No, she ordered herself. Stop it. Stop thinking. I know what you're doing; stop that. So he made her grin. So what? She probably made him pretty happy, too. And once she healed up--and got some make-up on, dear God--they'd probably look pretty good together. As long as he could keep those demons at bay while they-- What? No, hadn't she just decided not to think about that?! It was only natural, though; he was attractive and she liked him and all--she liked him? "Argh!" Her frustrated noise drifted out to Vincent as he waited there, the clerks staring at him in a way that was probably incredibly awkward.
Vincent really couldn't tell the difference between stores. They both had clothes. What was the difference?? Something had definitely been blocked from his mind. That one time she dragged him shopping. Oh the humanity... She said she didn't like shopping but Vincent knew, she was a woman, there was no lie about that, and she liked shopping no matter what she said.
Vincent could almost feel his face turning red as he looked at all the sexy things she was picking out. Hoping she wouldn't notice he coughed, turning around, trying not to have a nosebleed. He was going to ask to wait outside, but she went into the dressing room, and he refused to leave her alone unprotected. And so he waited next to the dressing room, leaning against the wall, staring at the ground.
Then he heard things coming from inside the stall. At first he wanted to rush in, but she didn't sound in trouble, only slightly annoyed. Knocking lightly on the door, he turned her to toward the door.
"Um...are you ok, Lu?" he asked, palm on the door, almost pushing it open. She was probably looking at the marks he made. The only thing he could think of to say was, "I'm sorry," in a saddened tone, looking back at the ground.
"What the hell? Why? Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just frustrated." Without elaborating further, she continued her flurry of changing and staring at herself in the mirror. She didn't really think of the clothes as sexy--the underwear wasn't even that sexy, and the clothes were just her usual style, colorful and pretty. They were cheerful colors--she was lucky practically any color looked good on her--the shirts rather tight or fitted, the skirts flowing and ranging in length from just above her knees to around mid-calf. She didn't really like short skirts.
She'd grabbed some pants, all of which hugged her hips and thighs quite nicely, flaring a bit below the knee to obscure her feet, just the way she liked them. It was vastly colder here than in Midgar (or at least had been the day before), and while she normally didn't wear pants (she didn't exactly like having all the curvature of her hips and thighs on explicit display for the world to see), she saw the need for it in that kind of cold. She'd also grabbed some shorts, mostly because they were vastly underpriced, seeing as how the day before it had been freezing.
"God dammit," she muttered, staring scrutinizingly at her butt in the mirror, wondering if the black pants were worth the money. She never wore pants, owned maybe two pairs at all, and so seeing herself in pants was quite strange. She couldn't decide if they looked all right or now. "...Hey, Vincent? I, uhm...I don't know how this looks." She felt stupid, self-conscious, but she needed an opinion and he was the only friend she had in Paixao, let alone in the store. She opened the door a crack, peering through it shyly at the man. "...I'm very short right now because my shoes are off. Just...as a warning. Oh--and I'm, uhm, wearing pants..." She couldn't decide whether to open the door or not.
There was a lot of noise coming from inside the stall. Vincent wondered what the hell she was doing in there. And did it really take that long to try clothes? After a while he just started to play with his long dark hair. He was so bored.
There really were a lot of clothes there, how did she even decide what she wanted? Vincent wore his suit because he had to for work. Then he wore his current outfit because it was his last memoir of his father. "Girls," he said under his breath, smiling after he said it. At least he had a girl there with him.
"Something wrong?" he asked at first, turning his head toward the door again. And of course he saw the slightly short Lucrecia, basically showing off her butt. Not to mention she must have forgotten she was wearing pants considering he thong was showing, a pink one that looked very cute on Lu. He turned a little red as he pointed at her.
"Lu, um, your underwear is showing," he said, looking away so she wouldn't yell at him or anything. "But you look really cute," he quickly added, hoping he wasn't hurting her feelings. "Very cute," he added a few moments later, looking back up after she fixed herself.
Casually, she tucked the little pink straps under the hem of the pants, smiling a little. "Thanks. I just, uhm..." She turned, so he could see them from every angle. "So they look all right, then? Good enough to buy?" The look on her face was somewhat incredulous, and then she noticed he was a bit embarrassed.
"...Vin," she murmured softly, so the clerks wouldn't hear and stare even more, "we had sex last night. Seeing a thong isn't going to make one bit of difference either way." She glanced at her butt again in the mirror. "...It's been cold and I want pants, but I don't wear pants, so I don't know how pants should look. Do they really look okay? I--" ...She realized she was probably being annoying and closed her mouth. "I'm trying to hurry. I just have two other pairs of pants to try on, and then a couple shorts, and then as soon as I grab some shoes we can go."
To her, the list sounded short. She didn't realize it sounded a bit overwhelming, especially when poor Vincent had to stand there with the clerks watching him and whispering to each other. "Okay. Do--would you mind looking at the other pants too?" she asked with a little wince, knowing he must have been bored out of his mind. She was really self-conscious, though, and wanted some kind of assurance that she didn't look as weird as she thought she did.
Lucrecia hurried to get them out of there, getting dressed in clean clothes and popping the tags off smoothly, putting her old clothes on hangars and then walking out of the dressing room, clothes folded over each arm. There was a bar beside the door than Vincent hadn't even noticed; hanging the clothes from one arm on the bar, she walked with the rest of the clothes up to the front. "...You're sure about buying all this?" The clerk was silent as the money exchanged hands, putting the money away and storing the clothes in bags before handing them back over.
[ Homeward bound.]
Lucrecia seemed to like him well enough, though. "You're lucky I don't like to shop, you know that? You just offered to take a girl shopping, and most of us can spend three days in search of clothes and not buy a single outfit." Her hands flipped quickly through the racks, occasionally pulling out something on a hangar, which she folded over her arm. The last thing she wanted was to force Vincent to carry pretty skirts; he was already carrying her bag. "Normally I don't try things on, but if you're buying them, I should make sure they fit..." It was like she was punishing him for picking up the tab.
On her way to the dressing room, Lu grabbed a handful of underwear, a mix of panties and thongs for variety, as well as a couple bras, all very casually, as if Vincent wouldn't feel awkward at all. Slipping casually behind a door to the dressing room, Lucrecia hung up everything and then slipped her clothes off, staring at her body in the mirror for a moment, the bruises angry and dark in the light of the dressing room. "Damn..." she commented aloud, not even to Vincent, even though he was just outside the door. She looked a mess--those demons in him had really done a number on her. Hopefully he'd be able to control himself better next time.
Her brain screeched to a halt. Next time? What? Why was she thinking about next time?! Pulling on underwear and a bra before quickly trying on outfits rapid-fire, Lucrecia pondered. He was really sweet, surprisingly gentle despite what had happened to her body, cute--she was grinning like an idiot. Why was she grinning like an idiot?! She couldn't possibly-- No, she ordered herself. Stop it. Stop thinking. I know what you're doing; stop that. So he made her grin. So what? She probably made him pretty happy, too. And once she healed up--and got some make-up on, dear God--they'd probably look pretty good together. As long as he could keep those demons at bay while they-- What? No, hadn't she just decided not to think about that?! It was only natural, though; he was attractive and she liked him and all--she liked him? "Argh!" Her frustrated noise drifted out to Vincent as he waited there, the clerks staring at him in a way that was probably incredibly awkward.
Vincent really couldn't tell the difference between stores. They both had clothes. What was the difference?? Something had definitely been blocked from his mind. That one time she dragged him shopping. Oh the humanity... She said she didn't like shopping but Vincent knew, she was a woman, there was no lie about that, and she liked shopping no matter what she said.
Vincent could almost feel his face turning red as he looked at all the sexy things she was picking out. Hoping she wouldn't notice he coughed, turning around, trying not to have a nosebleed. He was going to ask to wait outside, but she went into the dressing room, and he refused to leave her alone unprotected. And so he waited next to the dressing room, leaning against the wall, staring at the ground.
Then he heard things coming from inside the stall. At first he wanted to rush in, but she didn't sound in trouble, only slightly annoyed. Knocking lightly on the door, he turned her to toward the door.
"Um...are you ok, Lu?" he asked, palm on the door, almost pushing it open. She was probably looking at the marks he made. The only thing he could think of to say was, "I'm sorry," in a saddened tone, looking back at the ground.
"What the hell? Why? Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just frustrated." Without elaborating further, she continued her flurry of changing and staring at herself in the mirror. She didn't really think of the clothes as sexy--the underwear wasn't even that sexy, and the clothes were just her usual style, colorful and pretty. They were cheerful colors--she was lucky practically any color looked good on her--the shirts rather tight or fitted, the skirts flowing and ranging in length from just above her knees to around mid-calf. She didn't really like short skirts.
She'd grabbed some pants, all of which hugged her hips and thighs quite nicely, flaring a bit below the knee to obscure her feet, just the way she liked them. It was vastly colder here than in Midgar (or at least had been the day before), and while she normally didn't wear pants (she didn't exactly like having all the curvature of her hips and thighs on explicit display for the world to see), she saw the need for it in that kind of cold. She'd also grabbed some shorts, mostly because they were vastly underpriced, seeing as how the day before it had been freezing.
"God dammit," she muttered, staring scrutinizingly at her butt in the mirror, wondering if the black pants were worth the money. She never wore pants, owned maybe two pairs at all, and so seeing herself in pants was quite strange. She couldn't decide if they looked all right or now. "...Hey, Vincent? I, uhm...I don't know how this looks." She felt stupid, self-conscious, but she needed an opinion and he was the only friend she had in Paixao, let alone in the store. She opened the door a crack, peering through it shyly at the man. "...I'm very short right now because my shoes are off. Just...as a warning. Oh--and I'm, uhm, wearing pants..." She couldn't decide whether to open the door or not.
There was a lot of noise coming from inside the stall. Vincent wondered what the hell she was doing in there. And did it really take that long to try clothes? After a while he just started to play with his long dark hair. He was so bored.
There really were a lot of clothes there, how did she even decide what she wanted? Vincent wore his suit because he had to for work. Then he wore his current outfit because it was his last memoir of his father. "Girls," he said under his breath, smiling after he said it. At least he had a girl there with him.
"Something wrong?" he asked at first, turning his head toward the door again. And of course he saw the slightly short Lucrecia, basically showing off her butt. Not to mention she must have forgotten she was wearing pants considering he thong was showing, a pink one that looked very cute on Lu. He turned a little red as he pointed at her.
"Lu, um, your underwear is showing," he said, looking away so she wouldn't yell at him or anything. "But you look really cute," he quickly added, hoping he wasn't hurting her feelings. "Very cute," he added a few moments later, looking back up after she fixed herself.
Casually, she tucked the little pink straps under the hem of the pants, smiling a little. "Thanks. I just, uhm..." She turned, so he could see them from every angle. "So they look all right, then? Good enough to buy?" The look on her face was somewhat incredulous, and then she noticed he was a bit embarrassed.
"...Vin," she murmured softly, so the clerks wouldn't hear and stare even more, "we had sex last night. Seeing a thong isn't going to make one bit of difference either way." She glanced at her butt again in the mirror. "...It's been cold and I want pants, but I don't wear pants, so I don't know how pants should look. Do they really look okay? I--" ...She realized she was probably being annoying and closed her mouth. "I'm trying to hurry. I just have two other pairs of pants to try on, and then a couple shorts, and then as soon as I grab some shoes we can go."
To her, the list sounded short. She didn't realize it sounded a bit overwhelming, especially when poor Vincent had to stand there with the clerks watching him and whispering to each other. "Okay. Do--would you mind looking at the other pants too?" she asked with a little wince, knowing he must have been bored out of his mind. She was really self-conscious, though, and wanted some kind of assurance that she didn't look as weird as she thought she did.
Lucrecia hurried to get them out of there, getting dressed in clean clothes and popping the tags off smoothly, putting her old clothes on hangars and then walking out of the dressing room, clothes folded over each arm. There was a bar beside the door than Vincent hadn't even noticed; hanging the clothes from one arm on the bar, she walked with the rest of the clothes up to the front. "...You're sure about buying all this?" The clerk was silent as the money exchanged hands, putting the money away and storing the clothes in bags before handing them back over.
[ Homeward bound.]