Because some of you boys... [Active/Closed for now...]

[stranglingrose]

Characters: Marluxia, Edna Mode
Content: Edna finds a new muse.
Location: Clothing store near BPH
Time of day: Midday
Warnings: Fabulousness.

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[nocapesdahling]

'Spandex, ugh. It ought to be outlawed,' she thought to herself, eyeing closely the miniscule ribs in the fabric as it stretched between her hands. This was a waste of time...without the proper fabrics she'd never be able to do her work, and without her old equipment and fiber-producers, she'd clearly never have the proper fabric.

That most of the technology on the island was either piecemeal, nonfunctional, or else far below use was of less than no use at all. And eye-rolling grimace at the ceiling, met that thought, and Edna swept the leotard into her haversack with an imperious gesture better than- what was that?

She whirled, upper body twisting to glare arrogantly through the dim of the dusty retail. It was only half-lit, some bulbs dead or flickering, but well enough lit by the ongoing power to see...ah, to see a head moving among the beauty department. They must not have seen her on their way in - yet another advantage to Edna's superior height. For a moment she regarded the limp shoulder bag, and the mostly useless racks of

[stranglingrose]

He had frozen when he heard quick tap-tap-taping footfalls behind him. It almost sounded like a crab walking, and that's just what he needed, some kind of mutation--then it spoke and dispelled that notion.

He turned around, paused, then looked down and found the source of the voice: A woman--a very small woman--fashionably dressed and with huge glasses.

"Trying to handle my hair," He said simply, flipping a lock of it back as he spoke as though to demonstrate the necessity of controlling it.

[nocapesdahling]

Briefly, Edna considered his knees, then swept her gaze rudely up his body, evaluating. Ah, slim, but there was something more to it. She had seen this ensemble on several others...and in each case it had been ill-fitting, worn uselessly, as if it they'd rather it be something else. He moved differently. Interesting...Edna smiled at that, interesting was good.

"Nonsense, dahling," she dismissed with a wave of her hand, turning away through the forest of turn-table of cheap and plastic hair paraphernalia, "It will never do."

"You clearly require assistance," her voice floated, regal and impatient from a half-row away, making the statement somehow as much offer as insult.

[stranglingrose]

His eyebrows went progressively higher and higher as she looked him over--like a piece of meat, almost. Marluxia indeed wasn't sure whether to be insulted or flattered by her attention--especially when she dismissed his concerns.

But then, her last words to him...

"Do I, then?" He asked, not quite smugly, but definitely with a smirk and slightly tilted head.