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Who: Delysia Lafosse misslafosse & Jun iknowhowtogetit
What: Delysia needed something to take her mind off of the disappointment that was this morning...
When: November 2nd, a nice Sunday afternoon.
Where: Strolling about the streets of New York City, traipsing into a store and then a dressing room.
Rating: PG?
Delysia's lines are blue;
Jun's lines are pasted down in black.
Delysia needed something to take her mind off of the disappointment that was this morning. Having her dream given to her and taken away from her all in the same hour had been quite the downer. Jun was wonderful and very supportive, and for that she was grateful. That was why when Jun had fallen asleep again; she tried to keep her crying as quiet as possible so as not to wake her.
Now it was daylight, and the city was theirs. She was not going to waste time moping about her flat, as much as she would have preferred to. Jun still needed a wardrobe that better suited city life, and she took that opportunity to get out and see the city and ran with it, Jun not far behind.
She held tightly onto Jun's hand. After all, New York was a big city, and it was also very strange. The people here dressed nothing like they did in London, and their technology was decades ahead as well. There were so many bright lights with moving pictures that seemed so real, and the cars that drove past them seemed more rounded and colorful. Shady looking strangers lurked around every corner, and there was no way that she was going to lose Jun in a crowd like this.
"We're going to hit every store on this strip," she said matter of factly to Jun, placing a smile on her face. She wasn't about to let her mascara run during her first time in the city.
It was hard to deal with because of all the emotions running rampant, but being there to "assist Ms. Lafosse" was proving to be a full-time job, just like it was back at the castle. Jun did feel bad that she was going to have a temporary glimpse of the life that was taken away from her friend, but in a sense it was a bit exciting to her to see what she was going to be dealing with once she was able to return. It did seem like her sort of place, a bit over the top, dramatic, colorful and rather flamboyant, snazzy and... well, loud.
Her eyes fell on the many moving... metal carriages as she pushed past the people that were crowding the sidewalks. It was all just so much. The biggest city she had ever been to was Ba Sing Se, and it was nothing compared to how large this place seemed to be. As strange as it was to do so, she had to continue to grasp Delysia's hand. She was definitely going to get lost if they separated. Being lost wasn't necessarily the problem, it was the fact that she would definitely get herself in trouble, and Jun wasn't going to have any of that.
With a roll of her eyes, Jun finally spoke up to Delysia with a bit a careless attitude. "Do you even have any money to blow on a place like this?"
At this Delysia turned her head back, grinning like a cat. "I certainly wouldn't have dragged you out like this if I didn't have any way to pay." Another thing she would grow to love were these little plastic cards everyone seemed to have. It was almost like London, in which she would simply place everything on Nick's account and he would pay it all later. Now, she simply needed to present this bit of plastic and she would get what she wanted that very minute, and worry about the bill later. It was genius! She would be sure not to spare any expenses today.
"Speaking of which, you be sure to tell me when something catches your eye, alright? I won't force you to wear everything I say, you know." She gave Jun's hand a squeeze, unable to keep from noticing the difference in Jun's demeanor. She hadn't complained about their holding hands once, either. Could it be New York was unnerving to her? She would be sure to help her adjust to city life.
"I'm not going to spend your money," Jun retorted, flipping her hair as she looked away, watching a herd of yellow metal carriages rush by like a pack of animals. She could not seem to wrap her mind around the mechanizations of this place, but well, at least she was street smart and knew how to deal with people. Hopefully that would be sufficient enough to get by in a place like this. Now that she thought of it...
"When you found your journal, did it have a piece of paper saying what it was you were supposed to do here?" she asked, now recalling that she had never told Delysia what her own assignment was. "I think you might actually have to be a productive member of society while you're here." Jun was actually rather curious about that information, really. Whatever it was, she was supposed to help her with whatever it was she needed. Maybe assisting her friend would turn out to be an even bigger job than expected.
"You certainly will let me spend money on you!" she said in a high pitch. "I have what this town calls a 'credit card,' and the two of us are going to spend as much as we can with this! And I already told you, we are buying you clothes and that is final." She was not about to let Jun off the hook when it came to the way she dressed. Something had to be done about that funeral dress. It was for her own good. She would probably thank her later for it.
Oh yes, she did have a job. It was a rather good job at that; a dream job, even. She lifted her chin a little proudly. "I do have a job, but I don't have to be there until evening," she said matter of factly. "I'm to sing at a nightclub, just as planned." She paused a moment, but her stride was never broken. "Maybe Michael will even be there."
And again, Jun could not really understand why Delysia had inclined to pick on her style of clothing. There really wasn't anything wrong with this, and it wasn't like the people here in New York had looked any better than she. But if there was an unlimited supply of funds and they were in a new place with their "vacation from their vacation", then why not, if it was going to make Delysia pleased. Maybe if she did it now, she would leave her alone later. "Fine, whatever. Only if you really want me to."
Her thoughts were more focused on the job that Delysia was designated. She would have to go to her job in the evening? Great. She would have to wait around for her at those late hours. There was no way she'd let her walk around late at night. If anything, while they were out, they would locate the nightclub at which she worked so there wouldn't be any troubles later. "Maybe if you have your name on display, he would be able to find you easier."
Suddenly, she stopped walking and abruptly turned toward Jun, eyes wide and excited. "You think? You really think they'll have my name in lights?" It was as if nothing else mattered anymore. Crowds of people continued to grumble and squeeze past the pair, but none of that mattered. Delysia Lafosse, in lights, big for all New York to see. "Oh, Junbug! I hope you're right! That would make me the happiest girl in the world! There's no way he could miss me if I'm a headlining act like that!"
With a new spring in her step, she tugged on Jun's hand again and dragged her into the first clothing store on the strip. She didn't catch the name of it, but it didn't entirely matter. It was more than apparent that it was an expensive label with a foreign name she would have to pretend she knew how to pronounce. Some of the clothing was a little outrageous, even for New York, but there was one corner of the store that seemed to appeal to her taste. She eagerly dragged Jun toward the racks of dresses.
Jun attempted to look away from the whole scene, but she was surrounded by a gigantic mass of clothes that were, well, everywhere. There were some on the walls, on racks against the walls, and some dangling from these weird round metal things. There had been nothing like this back home, and one again, it was all rather overwhelming. A few confused glances were directed their way once they had been seen entering hand in hand, but she had passed it off as being in Delysia's norm. After all, the women in there were all dressed much like her, which was far different than anything Jun would be wearing.
She released her hand for now and folded her arms, not really seeing anything that caught her eye. Maybe she would just let Delysia pick something out for her. That would be easy, right? Either that, or just keep her focus on simply dressing herself. "You see anything you like yet?" She asked, not bothering to look her way.
By the time Jun had asked her question, Delysia had already picked out several dresses in three different sizes, just in case she hadn't guessed Jun's dress size correctly the first two times. "Well of course I've seen what I like, but right now we're focusing on you." She held up one of the dresses to Jun's chest and tilted her head. "Hmm. This one might be too light for your skin tone. Don't you worry, Junbug. You're going to love what I find for you."
As she takes and replaces several different items, she offhandedly asks, "What about you? Weren't you given a job in this city?" Her eyes widen and she turns abruptly to face her. "It isn't working in a casino, is it? Oh, I couldn't bear the thought of you being put through that kind of temptation. I'd hate to see you throwing away city life because you couldn't pull yourself away from the blackjack tables."
Wait, she was already picking something else for her? Her eyes slowly were lowered to the things in Delysia's arms and she ran a hand over her hair, a little unsure what to do at this point. Jun knew that Delysia would be all over this thought, but she really didn't have much of a fashion sense when it came to your typical women's clothing, especially ones from a world that wasn't her own. She shrugged at it all. well, at least she didn't have to pick right away.
"What?" Jun snapped when Delysia asked about her potential city job. She knew she shouldn't have slipped out the fact that she enjoyed gambling as a hobby; now she wasn't going to be left alone about it! Well, it was better than admitting what the paper said exactly, so she played it cool. "It's nothing that extravagant. You don't have to worry about it."
When it felt as if her arms couldn't hold anymore clothes, she knew she had better stop for now. There were a dozen other stores in this town she was going to stop in, and there was no sense in spending all of their money in this one. She grabbed a hold of Jun's hand again and dragged her toward the dressing rooms. They were certainly stiff looking rooms, but they would have to do. "Now, I want you to try a few of these things on," she said, now handing over the large pile to Jun. "You'll find three of everything, since I don't know your size, but I want to see you model off every one of these." She pushed Jun into the dressing room. "Now, in you go."
Outside of the dressing room, she stood examining her nails. "I'm at least glad you won't be around any sort of vices," she said casually. "Though I'd really like to know what it is you'll be doing, if you don't mind my asking."
Jun fumbled with the piles of cloth, dropping them on what she thought to be a seat of some sort and tilted one of the outfits in her hands, gaping at it. How the hell was she supposed to put this thing on? Hanging it on a nearby hook, she moved against the walls of the dressing room with something of a thud, tugging at the straps on her boots, also making them clatter to the ground with a few loud noises. A huff. This better be worth it.
She hesitated when she was asked again what she was going to do as a job while they were here. Thinking about it a second time, why did she have to hide it, anyway? Yeah, it was a little embarrassing, but really, it was the only way she'd keep her word and keep her friend safe from whatever dangers lurked within this city. Delysia knew the city by name, but Jun was certain she didn't know every aspect about it. She was certain there would be something that would cause trouble, and she knew she would have to work hard to prevent it. "I'm your assistant."
Delysia was just about to fetch a sweater from a table not far from her when Jun finally told her what the castle had assigned for her. Had she heard right? In a flash, Delysia poked her head through the curtain of Jun's dressing room, too excited to wait for her to come out of it herself. "Really? You're my assistant? Oh, Junbug, this is so exciting! Do you know what this means? We get to spend the whole day together, just you and me!" She gasped. "We're already off to a great start!"
She didn't pay any attention to what state of dress Jun was in before she invited herself into the small dressing room. She threw her arms around her, giving her a rather tight squeeze in all her excitement. What wonderful luck! She had been worried that any job Jun would take might interfere with their time together, or that their schedules would conflict entirely. This worked out perfectly.
It was in the middle of a shirt being lifted when Delysia had scurried into the dressing room. Jun's eyes widened and attempted to find words, but she was interrupted by a rather large and exuberant hug from her companion. Hmm. At least Delysia wasn't crying over being in New York for a short period of time; she was actually happy. It was the first time since they had initially arrived that Jun had seen her in such high spirits, and well, it was nice. After all, she would be doing the same thing that they were doing for the past few weeks, and that alone would keep the budding debutante happy.
"It's not really anything different," Jun said, attempting to pull away from Delysia. "I just have to keep you out of trouble, so try not to get into it, okay? I'll follow you to your club, have a few drinks while I listen to you sing, and then follow you home. Repeat the next day. Other than you having an audience, it's going to be our same routine."
"Oh, you bet it's different," Delysia said, now sifting through the pile of clothes she'd originally picked out and lightening the load a bit. Some of these outfits just would not do. "Now that you're assisting me, and not just protecting me, we'll have a lot more on our plate. And you," she paused to hand Jun what appeared to be a skirt, "definitely must look the part of assistant. No buts about it. You're on my watch now, Junbug." Though her expression was serious, her tone was anything but, and she gave Jun a playful glance.
"You know, I've always wanted an assistant of my own. I just never got around actually finding the right one." She chuckled, still standing in the dressing room and not showing any signs of leaving. "Sure, there were agencies back home, but... I like this set up a lot better. You already know me, so you'll be the best assistant there ever was."
Jun huffed, folding her arms and leaning against the wall of the dressing room again. She looked away, listening to Delysia's diatribe and looking down only when she was handed a smaller piece of material. Uh, what was that thing? Well, if her looking the part was that important to her, then she wasn't going to drag this out longer than it could have been. "Look," Jun said, tossing the piece of cloth to the side. "If you really want me to be all dolled up for you, then you pick out the outfit. I don't care; just decide on something that isn't completely outlandish."
With a deep sigh, Delysia sat herself down upon the bench inside the dressing room, her hands folded in her lap. She didn't mean to overwhelm Jun with her excitement. She was just brightened by the news. Not to mention the fact that it certainly took her mind off of more depressing matters. "I'm sorry, really. This is all so exciting, that's all." Another deep breath. "I promise to be a bit more collected this time. I can't go exerting all of my energy in the first store. We have so many more to look at."
She rose to her feet and held her hands out, offering to help Jun out of her shirt. "And don't you think that you're going to need just one outfit. We don't know how long we'll be staying here, so you're going to need a whole new wardrobe." She grinned. "And it wouldn't hurt if I found a few things along the way." She handed Jun another blouse, and gestured for her to try it on.
She couldn't blame her for being excited. She was used to it by now, so Jun had remained silent. Well, until Delysia moved her hands up to her arms and removed the shirt from her torso. Instinctively, her arms moved over her chest as her eyes widened again, color moving to her face as she stepped back, a little nervous in front of her friend, but turning away to slip on the blouse that she was given. She writhed in it for a moment or two, and patted her chest, surprised that it fit rather nicely. How did Delysia eyeball her size so easily?
A soft exhale was uttered before turning around again, moving to face her new boss. "What do you think?" She asked a bit quietly and flatly, unsure of this new world's clothes. Though, she did find herself wondering if she looked completely stupid in the midst of a fashionista as Delysia.
When she turned to pose for her wearing the clothes Delysia had picked out, she had to remind herself not to gape. It was hard, because in all honesty, Jun looked extraordinary. There was a light in Delysia's eyes that shined as she examined her work. The colors coordinated, complimented her natural beauty, and were just downright flattering. She covered her mouth with her hands for a brief moment and smiled. "You look radiant, Junbug," she said with sincerity. "You simply must get a look of yourself."
She came up behind Jun and turned her shoulders so that she was facing the small mirror inside the dressing room. She could honestly say that Jun looked like she would fit right into her role as assistant and as a New York citizen. She was right all along. Once the dark funeral clothes had come off and Jun was in a sensible outfit, her intimidation factor had decreased dramatically. She'd never tell her this; afraid Jun would refuse to change her clothing if she knew.
What: Delysia needed something to take her mind off of the disappointment that was this morning...
When: November 2nd, a nice Sunday afternoon.
Where: Strolling about the streets of New York City, traipsing into a store and then a dressing room.
Rating: PG?
Delysia's lines are blue;
Jun's lines are pasted down in black.
Delysia needed something to take her mind off of the disappointment that was this morning. Having her dream given to her and taken away from her all in the same hour had been quite the downer. Jun was wonderful and very supportive, and for that she was grateful. That was why when Jun had fallen asleep again; she tried to keep her crying as quiet as possible so as not to wake her.
Now it was daylight, and the city was theirs. She was not going to waste time moping about her flat, as much as she would have preferred to. Jun still needed a wardrobe that better suited city life, and she took that opportunity to get out and see the city and ran with it, Jun not far behind.
She held tightly onto Jun's hand. After all, New York was a big city, and it was also very strange. The people here dressed nothing like they did in London, and their technology was decades ahead as well. There were so many bright lights with moving pictures that seemed so real, and the cars that drove past them seemed more rounded and colorful. Shady looking strangers lurked around every corner, and there was no way that she was going to lose Jun in a crowd like this.
"We're going to hit every store on this strip," she said matter of factly to Jun, placing a smile on her face. She wasn't about to let her mascara run during her first time in the city.
It was hard to deal with because of all the emotions running rampant, but being there to "assist Ms. Lafosse" was proving to be a full-time job, just like it was back at the castle. Jun did feel bad that she was going to have a temporary glimpse of the life that was taken away from her friend, but in a sense it was a bit exciting to her to see what she was going to be dealing with once she was able to return. It did seem like her sort of place, a bit over the top, dramatic, colorful and rather flamboyant, snazzy and... well, loud.
Her eyes fell on the many moving... metal carriages as she pushed past the people that were crowding the sidewalks. It was all just so much. The biggest city she had ever been to was Ba Sing Se, and it was nothing compared to how large this place seemed to be. As strange as it was to do so, she had to continue to grasp Delysia's hand. She was definitely going to get lost if they separated. Being lost wasn't necessarily the problem, it was the fact that she would definitely get herself in trouble, and Jun wasn't going to have any of that.
With a roll of her eyes, Jun finally spoke up to Delysia with a bit a careless attitude. "Do you even have any money to blow on a place like this?"
At this Delysia turned her head back, grinning like a cat. "I certainly wouldn't have dragged you out like this if I didn't have any way to pay." Another thing she would grow to love were these little plastic cards everyone seemed to have. It was almost like London, in which she would simply place everything on Nick's account and he would pay it all later. Now, she simply needed to present this bit of plastic and she would get what she wanted that very minute, and worry about the bill later. It was genius! She would be sure not to spare any expenses today.
"Speaking of which, you be sure to tell me when something catches your eye, alright? I won't force you to wear everything I say, you know." She gave Jun's hand a squeeze, unable to keep from noticing the difference in Jun's demeanor. She hadn't complained about their holding hands once, either. Could it be New York was unnerving to her? She would be sure to help her adjust to city life.
"I'm not going to spend your money," Jun retorted, flipping her hair as she looked away, watching a herd of yellow metal carriages rush by like a pack of animals. She could not seem to wrap her mind around the mechanizations of this place, but well, at least she was street smart and knew how to deal with people. Hopefully that would be sufficient enough to get by in a place like this. Now that she thought of it...
"When you found your journal, did it have a piece of paper saying what it was you were supposed to do here?" she asked, now recalling that she had never told Delysia what her own assignment was. "I think you might actually have to be a productive member of society while you're here." Jun was actually rather curious about that information, really. Whatever it was, she was supposed to help her with whatever it was she needed. Maybe assisting her friend would turn out to be an even bigger job than expected.
"You certainly will let me spend money on you!" she said in a high pitch. "I have what this town calls a 'credit card,' and the two of us are going to spend as much as we can with this! And I already told you, we are buying you clothes and that is final." She was not about to let Jun off the hook when it came to the way she dressed. Something had to be done about that funeral dress. It was for her own good. She would probably thank her later for it.
Oh yes, she did have a job. It was a rather good job at that; a dream job, even. She lifted her chin a little proudly. "I do have a job, but I don't have to be there until evening," she said matter of factly. "I'm to sing at a nightclub, just as planned." She paused a moment, but her stride was never broken. "Maybe Michael will even be there."
And again, Jun could not really understand why Delysia had inclined to pick on her style of clothing. There really wasn't anything wrong with this, and it wasn't like the people here in New York had looked any better than she. But if there was an unlimited supply of funds and they were in a new place with their "vacation from their vacation", then why not, if it was going to make Delysia pleased. Maybe if she did it now, she would leave her alone later. "Fine, whatever. Only if you really want me to."
Her thoughts were more focused on the job that Delysia was designated. She would have to go to her job in the evening? Great. She would have to wait around for her at those late hours. There was no way she'd let her walk around late at night. If anything, while they were out, they would locate the nightclub at which she worked so there wouldn't be any troubles later. "Maybe if you have your name on display, he would be able to find you easier."
Suddenly, she stopped walking and abruptly turned toward Jun, eyes wide and excited. "You think? You really think they'll have my name in lights?" It was as if nothing else mattered anymore. Crowds of people continued to grumble and squeeze past the pair, but none of that mattered. Delysia Lafosse, in lights, big for all New York to see. "Oh, Junbug! I hope you're right! That would make me the happiest girl in the world! There's no way he could miss me if I'm a headlining act like that!"
With a new spring in her step, she tugged on Jun's hand again and dragged her into the first clothing store on the strip. She didn't catch the name of it, but it didn't entirely matter. It was more than apparent that it was an expensive label with a foreign name she would have to pretend she knew how to pronounce. Some of the clothing was a little outrageous, even for New York, but there was one corner of the store that seemed to appeal to her taste. She eagerly dragged Jun toward the racks of dresses.
Jun attempted to look away from the whole scene, but she was surrounded by a gigantic mass of clothes that were, well, everywhere. There were some on the walls, on racks against the walls, and some dangling from these weird round metal things. There had been nothing like this back home, and one again, it was all rather overwhelming. A few confused glances were directed their way once they had been seen entering hand in hand, but she had passed it off as being in Delysia's norm. After all, the women in there were all dressed much like her, which was far different than anything Jun would be wearing.
She released her hand for now and folded her arms, not really seeing anything that caught her eye. Maybe she would just let Delysia pick something out for her. That would be easy, right? Either that, or just keep her focus on simply dressing herself. "You see anything you like yet?" She asked, not bothering to look her way.
By the time Jun had asked her question, Delysia had already picked out several dresses in three different sizes, just in case she hadn't guessed Jun's dress size correctly the first two times. "Well of course I've seen what I like, but right now we're focusing on you." She held up one of the dresses to Jun's chest and tilted her head. "Hmm. This one might be too light for your skin tone. Don't you worry, Junbug. You're going to love what I find for you."
As she takes and replaces several different items, she offhandedly asks, "What about you? Weren't you given a job in this city?" Her eyes widen and she turns abruptly to face her. "It isn't working in a casino, is it? Oh, I couldn't bear the thought of you being put through that kind of temptation. I'd hate to see you throwing away city life because you couldn't pull yourself away from the blackjack tables."
Wait, she was already picking something else for her? Her eyes slowly were lowered to the things in Delysia's arms and she ran a hand over her hair, a little unsure what to do at this point. Jun knew that Delysia would be all over this thought, but she really didn't have much of a fashion sense when it came to your typical women's clothing, especially ones from a world that wasn't her own. She shrugged at it all. well, at least she didn't have to pick right away.
"What?" Jun snapped when Delysia asked about her potential city job. She knew she shouldn't have slipped out the fact that she enjoyed gambling as a hobby; now she wasn't going to be left alone about it! Well, it was better than admitting what the paper said exactly, so she played it cool. "It's nothing that extravagant. You don't have to worry about it."
When it felt as if her arms couldn't hold anymore clothes, she knew she had better stop for now. There were a dozen other stores in this town she was going to stop in, and there was no sense in spending all of their money in this one. She grabbed a hold of Jun's hand again and dragged her toward the dressing rooms. They were certainly stiff looking rooms, but they would have to do. "Now, I want you to try a few of these things on," she said, now handing over the large pile to Jun. "You'll find three of everything, since I don't know your size, but I want to see you model off every one of these." She pushed Jun into the dressing room. "Now, in you go."
Outside of the dressing room, she stood examining her nails. "I'm at least glad you won't be around any sort of vices," she said casually. "Though I'd really like to know what it is you'll be doing, if you don't mind my asking."
Jun fumbled with the piles of cloth, dropping them on what she thought to be a seat of some sort and tilted one of the outfits in her hands, gaping at it. How the hell was she supposed to put this thing on? Hanging it on a nearby hook, she moved against the walls of the dressing room with something of a thud, tugging at the straps on her boots, also making them clatter to the ground with a few loud noises. A huff. This better be worth it.
She hesitated when she was asked again what she was going to do as a job while they were here. Thinking about it a second time, why did she have to hide it, anyway? Yeah, it was a little embarrassing, but really, it was the only way she'd keep her word and keep her friend safe from whatever dangers lurked within this city. Delysia knew the city by name, but Jun was certain she didn't know every aspect about it. She was certain there would be something that would cause trouble, and she knew she would have to work hard to prevent it. "I'm your assistant."
Delysia was just about to fetch a sweater from a table not far from her when Jun finally told her what the castle had assigned for her. Had she heard right? In a flash, Delysia poked her head through the curtain of Jun's dressing room, too excited to wait for her to come out of it herself. "Really? You're my assistant? Oh, Junbug, this is so exciting! Do you know what this means? We get to spend the whole day together, just you and me!" She gasped. "We're already off to a great start!"
She didn't pay any attention to what state of dress Jun was in before she invited herself into the small dressing room. She threw her arms around her, giving her a rather tight squeeze in all her excitement. What wonderful luck! She had been worried that any job Jun would take might interfere with their time together, or that their schedules would conflict entirely. This worked out perfectly.
It was in the middle of a shirt being lifted when Delysia had scurried into the dressing room. Jun's eyes widened and attempted to find words, but she was interrupted by a rather large and exuberant hug from her companion. Hmm. At least Delysia wasn't crying over being in New York for a short period of time; she was actually happy. It was the first time since they had initially arrived that Jun had seen her in such high spirits, and well, it was nice. After all, she would be doing the same thing that they were doing for the past few weeks, and that alone would keep the budding debutante happy.
"It's not really anything different," Jun said, attempting to pull away from Delysia. "I just have to keep you out of trouble, so try not to get into it, okay? I'll follow you to your club, have a few drinks while I listen to you sing, and then follow you home. Repeat the next day. Other than you having an audience, it's going to be our same routine."
"Oh, you bet it's different," Delysia said, now sifting through the pile of clothes she'd originally picked out and lightening the load a bit. Some of these outfits just would not do. "Now that you're assisting me, and not just protecting me, we'll have a lot more on our plate. And you," she paused to hand Jun what appeared to be a skirt, "definitely must look the part of assistant. No buts about it. You're on my watch now, Junbug." Though her expression was serious, her tone was anything but, and she gave Jun a playful glance.
"You know, I've always wanted an assistant of my own. I just never got around actually finding the right one." She chuckled, still standing in the dressing room and not showing any signs of leaving. "Sure, there were agencies back home, but... I like this set up a lot better. You already know me, so you'll be the best assistant there ever was."
Jun huffed, folding her arms and leaning against the wall of the dressing room again. She looked away, listening to Delysia's diatribe and looking down only when she was handed a smaller piece of material. Uh, what was that thing? Well, if her looking the part was that important to her, then she wasn't going to drag this out longer than it could have been. "Look," Jun said, tossing the piece of cloth to the side. "If you really want me to be all dolled up for you, then you pick out the outfit. I don't care; just decide on something that isn't completely outlandish."
With a deep sigh, Delysia sat herself down upon the bench inside the dressing room, her hands folded in her lap. She didn't mean to overwhelm Jun with her excitement. She was just brightened by the news. Not to mention the fact that it certainly took her mind off of more depressing matters. "I'm sorry, really. This is all so exciting, that's all." Another deep breath. "I promise to be a bit more collected this time. I can't go exerting all of my energy in the first store. We have so many more to look at."
She rose to her feet and held her hands out, offering to help Jun out of her shirt. "And don't you think that you're going to need just one outfit. We don't know how long we'll be staying here, so you're going to need a whole new wardrobe." She grinned. "And it wouldn't hurt if I found a few things along the way." She handed Jun another blouse, and gestured for her to try it on.
She couldn't blame her for being excited. She was used to it by now, so Jun had remained silent. Well, until Delysia moved her hands up to her arms and removed the shirt from her torso. Instinctively, her arms moved over her chest as her eyes widened again, color moving to her face as she stepped back, a little nervous in front of her friend, but turning away to slip on the blouse that she was given. She writhed in it for a moment or two, and patted her chest, surprised that it fit rather nicely. How did Delysia eyeball her size so easily?
A soft exhale was uttered before turning around again, moving to face her new boss. "What do you think?" She asked a bit quietly and flatly, unsure of this new world's clothes. Though, she did find herself wondering if she looked completely stupid in the midst of a fashionista as Delysia.
When she turned to pose for her wearing the clothes Delysia had picked out, she had to remind herself not to gape. It was hard, because in all honesty, Jun looked extraordinary. There was a light in Delysia's eyes that shined as she examined her work. The colors coordinated, complimented her natural beauty, and were just downright flattering. She covered her mouth with her hands for a brief moment and smiled. "You look radiant, Junbug," she said with sincerity. "You simply must get a look of yourself."
She came up behind Jun and turned her shoulders so that she was facing the small mirror inside the dressing room. She could honestly say that Jun looked like she would fit right into her role as assistant and as a New York citizen. She was right all along. Once the dark funeral clothes had come off and Jun was in a sensible outfit, her intimidation factor had decreased dramatically. She'd never tell her this; afraid Jun would refuse to change her clothing if she knew.