It's Just the Hair and Style... They Scare Me.

[polishflare]

WHO: Kimmy n’ Feliks
WHEN: August 25th, early afternoon
WHERE: The mall~
WHAT: It seems like Feliks lives in the mall, a Brookstone most likely, and Kimmy discovers clothing and HEELS!

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[lotusvivi]

It was time to get some new clothes. Or a shirt. Or pants. Kim wasn't really sure, she just wanted to buy something that for once didn't include food or movies.

So she found a nice, cheap store and went in to look around. Just some normal clothes, she wasn't looking for fashion, but cheap and comfortable.

When she heard that familiar voice, she froze up, before turning around and seeing the blonde guy. Who looked too feminine for his voice. It was kinda scary how manly he sounded, but did not look at all.

".... I do use a hairbrush." she answered him.

[polishflare]

He stared, waiting for her to say just kidding, but tilted his head when that seemed to be all she was going to say.

"Really? Why does it, like, do that then? And why is it in a ponytail? Like, honest, don't get me wrong I love ponies, but not that kind of a pony, you know. It's so blah! Blah is not a good thing! Blah is just so blah. You obviously don't brush it if it's in a ponytail, which is totes sad really! Cause brushing hair is really fun and relaxing and makes it look great, that's why mine looks like this."

To flaunt it he flicked at his feathery strands with a flourish of his hand.

"See?" he chuckled, "Why are you here, anyway? You're in a mall."

[lotusvivi]

".... I'm buying clothes." Kim answered, her face slightly blank and with a tiny hint of annoyance in her voice. At the mention of her ponytail, she touched her hair a bit, feeling a blush build up on her face.

"..." That was just mean... Kim normally didn't care if people insulted her looks, but... Nobody got away with talking crap about her hair. Even though it was mostly washed and brushed and put in a ponytail. It was still silky and smooth.

Kim's patience with this guy just... didn't exist.

A little slap couldn't hurt, if only to get some frustration out of her system.

*SLAP*

"Jerk."

[polishflare]

Feliks blinked and then frowned deeply.

"Was that a slap? Like... really?" he snorted, the noise turning into a laugh and the frown into a lopsided smile, "Don't get all crazy! It's totally an easy fix, just take your hair out of the ponytail and let it free. It's not my fault you're, like, keeping all it's pretty underwraps, sheesh..."

He giggled to himself, doing a little circle around her, observing her as he went as if he was a careful inspector.

"Shopping for clothing, huh?" He came to a stop in front of her with a smirk, "Whatever, like, spurred that on?"

He said it with confidence, but still rose his hands up a little to ward off anymore slap attacks.

[polishflare]

Feliks beamed, seemed he wouldn't have to put on the Hawaiian shirt... and reduce himself to looking absolutely horrific and then deal with the feeling of insecurity that came from that...

He rubbed his hands together and said happily, while doing his best to ignore the low quality suit he still had on, "Oh, no worries. I won't pick, like, any heels over five inches high~"

[lotusvivi]

"...Five inches?" her eye twitched. "Are you crazy? I'll break my legs!" she stated.

"Go try on that shirt too. You're not done."

[polishflare]

"Break your legs." he laughed, though the laugh slowly faded with her next words, "Wha..."

His happiness quickly deflated and his mouth turned into a pout at having been caught. He forced his brain into overtime for a solution.

Which was simply replying with, "...Like, what shirt?"

[lotusvivi]

"Don't act stupid, blondie." she answered him, raising an eyebrow. "The shirt you tried to hide in the dressingroom. And the shorts. Now."

If she was gonna wear girly dresses and high heels, he'd pay for it like this. It was only fair in her mind.