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[felinemystique]

Characters: Bastet felinemystique and Lockon imthefavorite
Date/Time: Thursday, December 23, mid-afternoon
Location: The clothing shop in the Bazaar
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Summary: What Not to Wear, Edensphere Edition: Lockon vs. Yoruichi

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[imthefavorite]

It had been a rather long time since Lockon had needed to buy clothes, but with the weather as cold as it had been he figured it was time to buy a new sweater. Rotating the same two over and over, while practical, got rather boring, so once he was out of work he packed up and headed over to the clothing shop.

As rarely as he ventured in, he still wasn't fond of going. Shopping didn't suit him, and it held the rather high risk of running in to Bastet, which always proved to be awkward at the very least...even if he had been thankful for her help during the zombie invasion. But when he walked in, sure enough, there she was. He casually nodded to her in greeting, but fairly quickly went on about his business, heading straight for the section he was after.

[felinemystique]

Seeing Neil enter the store was a surprise, to say the least. She returned his nod, trying not to be bothered by the way he went straight for the clothes. As much as she'd wish it otherwise, it didn't seem like he was any more comfortable around her than he'd been before.

Part of that was her fault, but she'd just needed the space...and after a while, it just became easy to miss him, since their social circles didn't overlap. Neither of them wrote in the journal all that often, so there'd been few opportunities to bridge the seemingly-widening gap between them.

Well, if he didn't want to talk, she wouldn't force it on him. Once he'd made his choices, she'd just ring him up and send him on his way.

[imthefavorite]

It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't seemed so intent on keeping her distance, and as much as he wanted to think it didn't bother him, it did. Just because he found himself in a relationship again shouldn't mean he couldn't remain in friendly contact with someone. But he would deal with it anyway.

As he thumbed sifted through the warmer men's clothing, he found something he liked. He pulled it out and looked at it--sure enough, it looked to be his size. Well this was good at least. In and out. No fuss. He didn't even feel the need to try it on, surely it would fit.

He made his way up to the counter and pulled out his coin pouch as he set the sweater on the counter. Looking up with an easygoing smile. "Hey. How's it going?"

[felinemystique]

Bastet lay her book down, marking her place as she closed it. "All right, I suppose," she said, looking up with a faint smile. "Enjoying the lull for now."

Well, she hadn't expected him to try to make conversation; if he was making the effort, she could do so in return. "You're looking healthier than last time I saw you." He'd had the flu during the zombie attack, which was why she'd sought him out during the evacuation. She'd even given him Mugen in an attempt to make sure he'd stay in the Wilderness.

[imthefavorite]

"Thanks." He half rolled his eyes at the comment, still exasperated at himself for being sick in such a dire time. "I feel considerably better."

He toyed with the little coin pouch a bit before putting it in his coat pocket, then continued to mess with it with both his hands in his pockets. For some stupid reason he hadn't worn his gloves today. Perhaps it was because he hadn't planned to go to the range, and he associated wearing them with shooting. Strange that he wouldn't think to wear them when it was snowing like a normal person would, but he shrugged it off.

"Nice dress," he said, with a slight change of topic. For once he had rather wished he had been effected by the sphere's strange clothing sense. Everything was so cool.