[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

[shadepossessed]

...Ha. I wouldn't want one. Just sounds like a pain in the ass separating me from what I'm working on. Harder to see the plants, too. But that's me. Don't exactly know shit about him, do I?

[aside from the kind of tongue he prefers]

You don't want something I would like. Something he would, or hell, even what you would. It's trying, isn't it?

[churchbelle]

[stop,]

If it's small and cute, he'll be happier than a junebug at a porch light festival. [but moving on from that... he looks around, like, where are the Cute Accessories. He doesn't actually know shit about plants.]

Maybe one of those things on a stick. [just what is he looking at] It ain't your garden, but gimme a second opinion anyway.

[shadepossessed]

[a junebug at a porch light festival... truly this man is a marvel. She's still in awe of his weird turn of phrase when he asks for her attention.]

...Only if you get good wind where you are. Otherwise it's just a sad dead goose, you know? More fit for a barbecue.

[churchbelle]

I reckon there's enough wind.

[Way to take it out of his sails a little there, though. A sad dead goose... He thought it was sort of cute.] It doesn't look that dead.

[shadepossessed]

[She carefully tucks the flower behind her free ear -- she probably looks a little weird, now, with a different bloom on either side -- so she can lean over and flick at a "wing" to get the wood spinning.]

Long as it's moving. Guess the colors kind of match him. [Maybe more green...]

[churchbelle]

[She does look weird, but the negligee is weirder than the flowers and he's been so politely not mentioning that, so. He hums, watching her flick the bird. Hah.]

Well, I won't be gettin' a live one. Nowhere to put it. The temple's not overrun by animals like half of 'em around here. [and he is keeping it that way!!

Anyway, nearby there are some hideous lawn windmills, look at these...]

[shadepossessed]

Wow, and here I thought we were special with our rooster. Now I'm crushed.

[As you can clearly see and hear.]

I get the feeling he'd like something real gaudy. Something that would make you hate the sun when it hit it.

[churchbelle]

[A rooster...] Could be worse. If ya meet a young lady called Sanzang, she's got monkeys. I'm keepin' my distance from that one.

[And some other freak of nature has crows, but speak his name and he appears, so anyway— Kainé has a good point. Hazel considers, then gravitates toward the truly hideously bright-colored lawn decorations.] So, who's "we?"

[Give him those deets.]

[shadepossessed]

[yeah, she'll take the rooster... he wasn't actually so bad, so far.]

Huh?

[...Oh, right. Well. Whatever.]

...My god. Aditi, but she usually goes by Sharak. Might know her, too, depending on just how nosy you were that day.

[churchbelle]

[He tuned out sometime after the weirdly public oral sex discussion and the other, actually creepy people on the post... Jae-Ha's private threads were more interesting, sorry(?) silver tongue.]

Oh, the other lady Sanzo, 'course I know her. She's got quite the sense of humor, don't ya think?

[Sense of humor.]

[shadepossessed]

[Awh, she's special. Cute.]

...I've got no complaints. [Did she pull a gun on this guy, too... Probably...] What do you mean "other lady Sanzo"?

[churchbelle]

[Actually, she was surprisingly polite... and had nice handwriting.]

Oh— well, they sure are gettin' up in number around here. "Sanzo" is a holy title of sorts, and your lady makes four of 'em muckin' about here, unless I'm forgettin' one.

That young miss, Sanzang, was the only lady until now. [He could try explaining that whole "same person, different universe" thing going on with her, but uh— turns out he doesn't care that much about it, so instead: now we have ratio balance.]

[shadepossessed]

Huh. First I've heard of it.

[Which bothers her...! She'll have to steamroll Sharak into actually talking about things with her, gross.]

Don't see why I should be giving a shit, either.

[churchbelle]

[Hazel shrugs; he doesn't know Sharak, really, just enough to recognize the regalia...]

I'm familiar with two of 'em and yours is from roughly the same area, that's all. [India isn't China, white boy,] Ya did ask.

[shadepossessed]

I asked because you made it sound like something I should know about.

[She didn't know if Sharak had a family, or something. If she had, that would have been kinda awkward, huh?]

I don't think she'd like that being pointed out to her so much, either. She's kind of weird when it comes to that kind of thing.

[churchbelle]

[lol who has families in this day and age]

That so? Pardon my bringin' it up, then. We've only spoken the one time, but she seems like a lady I can rightly respect. I'm not tryin' to offend.

[Even if she wears that furry tail... that's less respectable.]

[shadepossessed]

[being lowkey furry is still more respectable than going around bragging about oral, watch whose partner you're going after, man.]

I'm not saying it for my benefit. Personally, I think watching her kick some ass would be a good time. [Buuut Hazel probably doesn't deserve it, so...] Doing it again, for the record. "A lady you can respect". Not really the most charming thing you could say.

[churchbelle]

[Who said Jae-Ha is respectable... Hazel may adore him, but he's still weird. Anyway, what is she— oh.]

If she were a gentleman, she'd be a gentleman I can respect. I don't mean a thing by that, either, hand to God. [This is just the dumb way he talks......] Maybe I should start over.

[shadepossessed]

[For what it's worth, Kainé looks vaguely amused now.]

Go ahead. Give it another shot, honey tongue.

[churchbelle]

[Oh, yay...]

Well, she's... got a mean kick. That's an admirable quality in a person. [She was kicking innocent zombie people, but still!!]

[shadepossessed]

It is.

[It definitely, definitely is. Kainé's all about that kicking action.]

So she did more than wave her gun around, huh? Must feel real special.

[churchbelle]

A real honor, no doubt about it. [He likes not being menaced with guns!! Who knew.]

Sounds like the two of ya are a mighty fine match. I'm happy for y'all, after some of the horror stories I've been hearin'.

[shadepossessed]

[SCREAMS INTERNALLY WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP SAYING THAT for the love of god ignore the twitch in her left eye]

...Yeah? Mind sharing?

[churchbelle]

[They're cool and they hit first, ask questions later?? Hazel will gracefully ignore her reaction, because he's a gentleman.]

Well, this friend of Jae-Ha's had a god who liked treatin' him like a pet instead of a person, that sorta detestable thing... And of course, there's some folks who just ain't equipped to carry around somebody else's life the way we're meant to. Some of it's pitiable, some of it's just plain bad luck.

[Shinki Rights, some gods are disgusting, etc. The usual!!]

[shadepossessed]

[it's embarrassing...but from the sounds of it, she really lucked out, so maybe this awkward tsundere shame isn't so bad. Like she needed yet another to put Sharak as a high priority in her life, thanks for making her gay, Hazel...]

Guess I shouldn't be surprised some bastards are abusing the system. What'd you do about Jae-Ha's friend's shithead?