when the going gets rough, just shop with somebody tough

[hisdiscretion]

Who: hisdiscretion & showbizpanache
When: 9/21, shortly after morning sirens
Where: The Underground Mall
Summary: Franz needs help buying a special present, or maybe he just wants an excuse to catch up with Kurt. Solution? Shopping trip!
Warnings: Franz can use bawdy humor sometimes, and they'll probably be talking about relationship drama. PG-13.

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[showbizpanache]

They count as lethal weapons in in the United States, you know.

[Kurt feels much better now that he's had some rest, but he's still looking bony and pale. Something about him seems diminished, and he's determined to buy a new wardrobe that will help conceal that. It's a wonderful season for that, really-- Everything was dark jackets and chunky sweaters, things he could layer and experiment with. Shopping really does cheer him up like nothing else can.]

So I hear denim is making quite the comeback. I might try layering it with a wool jacket like this one-- [He runs a hand over what's clearly a woman's coat, but he doesn't seem to care.]

[hisdiscretion]

[Franz notices how tired Kurt seems, but he holds his tongue until the appropriate moment - IE, not here in front of a store display.]

Ugh. I don't understand blue jeans. They're tent material, for pity's sake.

[Franz eyes the jacket, appraising it. Kurt's genderbending does make him raise an eyebrow, but since it seems socially acceptable enough here, he doesn't criticize it. While he might be out to get more attention than Franz ever would, he tends to pull off his looks. Mostly.]

It would look nice as a bottom to that jacket - I only ever wear my one pair with a jacket over it. Otherwise it's just too casual. [Though even Franz's most casual still tend to fit the description of 'businesslike'.]

[showbizpanache]

Well, go find your own. This one has been officially claimed by Kurt Hummel. [He plucks it off the rack and drapes it over their arm as they continue walking.]

So? Any good gossip lately? Inquiring minds want to know.

[hisdiscretion]

That's quite alright. I can't find a woman's jacket in my size. I think it's my shoulders - it's sad, really.

[Not that Franz would ever look twice at a woman's jacket and want to wear it, really. He's stopped, instead, at a rather Napoleonic-style jacket, with long hooked buttons, in navy blue.]

No news is good news when it comes to gossip. I've been pretty much busy sort of cleaning up the new place and getting it ready for Daedalus's surprise party on Friday. He's not really one for those sort of things, but I think it'll be nice if it's just family there.

Unfortunately, I don't really get along with all of his family. So there's that.

[He's examining the stitching on the sleeves.]

[showbizpanache]

Tell me about it. I remember when I-- [met Blaine's father, he almost says, but he stops himself just in time.] Do they disapprove of your relationship? Or do they have it in for you?

[He circles around the coat in question, observing it.] I think lighter blue suits you better. Though those buttons are cute.

[hisdiscretion]

They have it in for me since I pulled that stunt with showing off Daedalus on the NV. You'd think I was caught roughing him up, the way they act like I ruined his life and basically promised to kill me twice apiece if I ever hurt him again. And one of them is my boss, so you can imagine what that's like.

[Franz places the jacket back on the rack, arms crossed, giving it an almost vehement, accusatory look.]

Green. I'd buy it if it were green.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt turns toward Franz, looking indignant.]

They blame you for that? But you were-- It was just like with me. You couldn't control yourself! And-- I don't believe in outing, but you had the best of intentions. They're being completely absurd.

[hisdiscretion]

I think the only thing that's kept them from murdering me is the fact I obviously wasn't in my right mind. [Some part of Franz can't help but worry sincerely that the Romdeau family might turn him out someday for not understanding.] I hurt him. The world he's from is very private, and any show of emotion or passion got stomped out. They don't sing there and they don't dance, and they certainly don't get rumpled between the sheets. Being in love would practically be an illness in public opinion.

[Franz shakes his head a bit, eager to change the subject.] You really think I could pull of an entire wool jacket in light blue? I have a few shirts in that color, but it's pretty much a summer thing.

[showbizpanache]

Honey, you're fabulous. The only thing you need to pull off an outfit is confidence.

[He pulls the coat off the rack and drapes it around Franz's shoulders.]

C'est magnifique.

[hisdiscretion]

I'm not convinced I wouldn't look like a lady on her way to opera, in those colors.

[Franz pulls his hands through the sleeves, posing.]

Hmm. I think I look like a general of the Royal Navy, and not in a good way.

[showbizpanache]

Well with that attitude, of course you're going to look bad. [He pushes Franz in the direction of one of the in-store mirrors.] You look much more handsome when you're confident.

[hisdiscretion]

I didn't say I looked bad, you jerk! [Franz laughs, and allows himself to be led over to the mirror, where he does a little turn around.] I'm just not brave like you, Kurt.

[showbizpanache]

You were that day when you were high on cherry blossoms. [He smoothes his hands over Franz's shoulders, straightening out the jacket.] Granted that was a rather extreme example, but I was very impressed with you.

[hisdiscretion]

I practically ruined everything I had going for me while I was high on cherry blossoms. Kind of a lot to risk just for the sake of looking good in a jacket. [Franz shakes his head.]

It's not a good idea to just do whatever you want. [The happiness had been fleeting, though the night of dancing at the club, brash and loud and giddy, had been a lot of fun.] I think we both learned that lesson the hard way.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt's expression goes cold for a moment. Instead of reiterating to Franz yet again that what had happened to him that night had not been something he wanted, he just lets a hard look do the talking before moving determinedly to search through another rack of coats.]

Whatever. The color is too dark for you. It makes you look jaundiced.

[hisdiscretion]

[And Franz just rolls his eyes, placing the jacket back on its shelf before going over to another display, this one of rust-colored jackets.] You should've told me it made me look fat. I would've believed that.