[open] do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

[shadepossessed]

Who: Kainé and open!
What: Shopping and loitering. Well, window shopping. Mostly loitering.
Where: Various, primarily on the Near Shore.
Why: why not
When: May 11th (a) and 12th (b & c).
Warnings: Kainé's mouth and clothes, guns, probably gender/sex issues.

[ a - for aditi, closed to sharak. ]

[It's been a few days and her embarrassment over being called Sharak's perfect match -- as well as every other thing said that made her spit fire because it was easier than blushing -- has calmed down, leaving her to dwell on the rest of the conversation. She watches their stupid rooster strut across the hall, sighs, then marches out to find Sharak.]

Hey. I'm the weapon. I don't need a gun to make threats less empty, you know.

[...BELATEDLY, SHE REALIZES THIS IS KINDA APROPOS OF NOTHING. Whatever, too late.]

[ b - for bras, bloomers, bikinis, and bodices. ]

[She's in heaven. Not the Far Shore kind of heaven, but a more private heaven that scooped her up and held her close with a silky softness. This is hosiery heaven. Hard to imagine it exists, when everyone went around covered up like they did.

But it's real! And...real expensive. But she can still do some more window shopping, taking longer to examine the look and feel of the lingerie now that she didn't have her god hanging around trying her best to exchange wiles for weapons.]

You gotta be shitting me with this prices... That one cuts in too much to ever be worth it. Fucking criminal...

[ c - for clean clams crammed in clean cans. ]

I'm not the fig plucker, nor the fig plucker's son, but I'll pluck figs till the fig plucker comes.

[Kainé hums pleasantly, lifting a flower from a nearby bed to her nose. Apparently satisfied, she twirls it between her fingers and sets off again, heels clicking softly on the floor of the garden center. She liked being here, on the Near Shore, where she could wander among people at her leisure because they couldn't see her. It was calming, being so unremarkable. Made her feel like a part of something. Just another regular cog in the machine.]

I'm not the fig plucker, nor the fig plucker's son, but I'll pluck figs till the fig plucker comes. I'm not the fig plucker, nor the fig plucker's fucking son, but I'll pluck fucking figs till the fig plucker comes. I'm not the fig pluckerfuck, nor the fig pluckerfuck's son, but I'll fucking pluck figs till the fucking fig pluckfucker comes.

[And so she continues, gradually slipping more and more cursing in... Doesn't really seem to be getting as frustrated as her words suggest, though, or even at all.]

Comments

[bussounoshima]

[Lounging in her room with the curtains pulled back to let the breeze flow through is Sharak, peacefully reclined with a cigarette in hand. She looks quite at peace with the world until Kainé storms in.]

Hm? [Looks over. Blinks.] What brought this on?

[THAT CONVERSATION WAS THREE DAYS AGO...]

[shadepossessed]

[...she should just walk out right now. That would be less mortifying. Now she'll know Kainé was hanging around, paying attention to their words, and has been thinking about it...!]

That guy. Jae-Ha. I know it was a joke about you -- [because she paid attention o o p s] -- and your stunning introductions, but he said he wouldn't worry about it unless I did something serious like pull out a gun. Didn't see you correcting him.

[bussounoshima]

[To be fair, Sharak was stalking Kainé's conversation too. So she doesn't think much of Kainé reading hers- if she'd wanted it to be private, she would have made it private the same as she made theirs. But give her a second to remember exactly what the conversation had been-]

... Ah, you're offended. [Sits up properly with her legs crossed.] Sorry. Next time I'll tell him you'll crush his skull or something. But it wouldn't be a bad idea to get you a weapon of your own either.

[shadepossessed]

[nnnh, everything is making Kainé feel more ridiculous. Why did Sharak have to sound so mature about everything?]

I don't think I'll need to crush his skull, but it'd be nice to know that my god at least believed I could. [She'll fight the world, notice her, senpai.] Pretty damn sure I don't know how to use a gun. The hell do I need a weapon for, anyway?

b sighs at the sky

[razzledazzles]

[When did Jae-Ha get here? Why is Jae-Ha here? Well, those questions aren't too important, surely. What matters is that he's here now, leaning from over Kainé's shoulder to study the price tag she's complaining about.]

If it's the prices you're concerned about, you shouldn't even bother with the front area of the store. [Hi]

b for beautiful boy

[shadepossessed]

[So used to being treated like she wasn't there, having someone immediately behind her and addressing her makes her jump and instinctively jolt her elbow back. Lucky Jae-Ha that she recognizes his voice enough to stop herself from seriously injuring him. He's still getting shoved away from her, though.]

The hell are you doing here? Boyfriend into corsets? Here, I'll fucking tighten it for you.

[DON'T SNEAK UP ON HER!!!]

honestly yes

[razzledazzles]

[Ouch... He seems to expect a reaction like that, with how he jumps back, but he still has to raise one of his hands to his stomach and hunch over a little. Haha, she does have an arm...]

Now, now, don't get angry. I only came in because I saw you here. [Is that better or worse??] Did you try the sales rack?

c

[churchbelle]

[The garden center. A horrible, gaudy place full of... plants and stuff. Things Hazel has no vested interest in, and also dirt, and also tools he's never seen in his life and isn't sure he wants to understand. Why is he even here!!

It's something about Jae-Ha being super into their dumb little garden and Hazel trying to be a decent person about it. An almost literal olive branch about his garden attitude, but that doesn't matter, because who is this young lady in the negligee and why is she swearing so profusely??]

I think ya got the twisted part of that lil tongue twister down. ["pluckerfuck" is this real life]

[shadepossessed]

[a young lady just three centimeters shorter without her heels, mind]

That's the fun of it. [She glances over her shoulder, eyebrow raising in a glimmer of amusement as she assesses this...guy. It's a little embarrassing to be caught so relaxed, almost happy, gross, but with that kind of reaction, it's alright.] What, your delicate ears burning? There's a hell of a lot more twisted things I could be doing with my tongue than slipping some good curses into tongue twisters.

[churchbelle]

[He's just a simple fake priest, he doesn't want any heel trouble.]

It ain't the worst I've ever heard, make no mistake. [He swears!! He said damn like four times once! But if she's going to be so blasé about it, and someone should be politely embarrassed of saying "fuck" that many times in a row, he will shoulder this burden...

what a suspiciously crude statement about tongues, hmm]

With that much colorful language, someone's gonna hear ya eventually. [You know, these normies.] Children, for instance.

b!

[papillonprincess]

[ Even if Hime had been assigned to a goddess, it seemed a bit... awkward for her to offer to go shopping for intimates. She'd much rather shop on her own.

There's a pause though at that exclamation and it does gather her attention. Her eyes dart between the bra in the window, the price tag... and this woman's chest.

...sadly, they're still probably bigger than her a-cups. Much to her dismay. ]

The price range certainly is something... though they're probably expected if you're talking about this sort of underwear.

[shadepossessed]

[...the bra or the boobs, because if it's the boobs, then definitely.]

I don't see what the big deal is. The people here aren't even properly appreciating them.

[As she clearly is.]

[papillonprincess]

[ Ah, the pains of being as flat as a board. But no, swallowing her pride. She's still young! She has growing to do, dammit! ]

Clearly not... not as much as you seem to be.

[ A hum. That silk bra looks nice though, she has to admit. ]

Though I was under the impression this was the sort of thing reserved for more intimate appreciation.

B

[heptagram]

It's almost worth just making your own at that point, isn't it?

[Oh look, someone else is having a bit of a look around. She's not interested in buying, though; she just wants inspiration.]

[shadepossessed]

[Kainé glances over at the suggesting, hand falling away from the tag.]

Probably what I'll end up doing. Guess we'll see if I know how to sew, huh?

[Hmmn, cost of materials, though... Which would be even worse if she screwed it up... Something to consider.]

[heptagram]

It takes quite a bit of skill, to be fair. [Her statement was kind of intended to be ridiculous.

Of course, with her abilities, Patchouli had a pretty big shortcut.]

b bandwagon

[heatupnever]

Just take it if you like it so much.

[Speaking of "criminal"...]

Not like it's hard here.

[shadepossessed]

[...uh...]

The fuck is wrong with you?

[She stole food because someone needed it, but something pretty for another outfit...? Yikes. Definitely not that desperate or twisted.]

[heatupnever]

Joke. [Not really, but she has reasons for avoiding arguments for the time being.]

Don't like stealing, huh?

b for reasons

[shockshot]

[She felt the same way. She loved the fabrics, and the way some of it looked but...she had to agree. Some of it looked as if it didn't cover anyone who actually had a chest.]

Better not to get it then. There should be something around here that has a better cut for you.

[Masaki flashed Kainé a smile. There was a lot of it around, and now that her god wasn't around to see what she wanted to pick out...well, it made shopping easier.]

Maybe we'll have better luck in the back?

[shadepossessed]

[Wow, what is this familiarity? Kainé raises an eyebrow, almost like a challenge to Masaki to keep going, but the suggestion does have her interest.]

"We", huh? [Still, time to trot on back there, away from this monstrosity.] Most of these all look the same. And why do so many of them have to be eye-fuckingly bright pink and covered in jewels?

[shockshot]

[She shrugs and smiles. Little over familiar but...Kainé is looking for bras too right?]

I'm looking for some too. I didn't want to try any on with my god around.

[They were still getting to know each other after all. As for the question....Masaki has to shrug.]

I've no idea. It's a little...well, if I wanted to wear something bright and colorful, it'd be my shirt, not my bra.

b

[thirdbeauty]

[Natsuru's minding her own business while passing by, when she hears Kainé's voice right beside her and jumps a little. She turns, with an embarrassed smile, and...

... Wow. It's hard not to stare a little at Kainé, both because she's just gorgeous and the way she dresses. On the other hand, she must really know a lot about this kind of stuff, huh? Meekly, she attempts a reply that might start a conversation.]

It's pretty crazy, isn't it? All the really nice ones cost so much! And it's even worse for... bigger sizes...

[She can't help but blush as she says that. She's rather well-endowed herself, and she's discovering she likes pretty designs and soft materials. But the prices...]

[shadepossessed]

...It's more material. It makes sense.

[Shes not...keen on conversation. Maybe she should stop talking to herself under the assumption that no one will pay her any mind. For now, this probably couldn't hurt, even if all that staring makes her shift uneasily before countering with a glare.]

It doesn't look like they're that concerned with it, either. Most of them stay these smaller sizes. The ones that don't aren't as creative, either.

[thirdbeauty]

[She only stares briefly before getting far too self-conscious and worrying what the woman might think. So she quickly averts her gaze, not even making eye contact with Kainé for a moment.]

R-Right... I guess it does.

It still sucks that it all has to cost this much. How are we even supposed to afford them?