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[fortunefail]

... Dammit.


Looks like the experiment's finally affected me as well. I... need your assistance. And don't you dare laugh.

Comments

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[Expression turns darker.]

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Awwww, why the long face? [hugs him] My poor Yuan...

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[.... Blush.]

Y-yeah yeah.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

[steps back] You wouldn't get mad if I said you were cute, would you...?

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

I... guess I'll take that as a compliment.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Good! [smiles cheerfully] Now what's wrong?

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[frowns, mildly flustered]

Well, you know! I... I mean... I don't have any-

What do you think is wrong?!

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

...Do you even need any?

And it could have been any number of things!

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[indignant blush]

What?! It's not that sm- I mean... It's because of the shirt, alright? It makes me look... thinner.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

[sighs] Fine then. Take the shirt off. I have to see what size.

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[instinctively backs away]

W-what?! No! Surely, you can see through the shirt!

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

You just said the shirt makes you look thinner. So, therefore, I can't see very accurately, now can I?

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

... I could just smoothe it out and pull it around my chest a bit tighter...

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Then do that! Why are we whispering...?

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

Because I'm embarrassed, okay?!

...

[looks away, totally flustered, playing with his/her shirt now]

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Well, I knew that, but why? Surprise, surprise, but guess what? I'm a girl! Calm down. [hugs him/her again]

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

............. It's still awkward.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Not that much. You're just making it seem like that way. [backs up again] Now get some pants and we'll go shopping. I'll check your size when we get there.

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

You mean I have to go outside like this?

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

You do know that to pick a bra, you have to try it on to see if it's comfortable, right? [Yes, she just went there. Deal with it.]

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

.....

[lalala, grinding his/her teeth now. Time for female paranoia!]

What if we run into someone I know? Like Lloyd or... Kratos?

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Then I push you behind a rack. Or poke fun at them so much they'll forget about you.

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[Awww, Martel, you know exactly what to say to make Yuan feel better!]

Well... Alright.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Yay! That means we get to go shopping! [links arms with him/her and is about to walk out until she remembers] Oh, you might need some pants. Silly me.

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

A jacket would be nice as well.