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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on May 10, 2015 9:52:07 GMT -5
Oh. Shopping. Cyrille had almost forgotten he needed to do this every now and then.
Well, perhaps “forgotten” was the wrong word. It was more like he hadn’t wanted to go shopping at all and had been ignoring it for eons. Shopping for clothes had never been something he found particularly fun. He had more or less just put up with it when he had company. He didn’t quite understand why girls liked shopping as much as they did.
Perhaps they just liked spending money. Y’know, that thing he didn’t have all that much of.
No sense thinking about that. Though the thought of going shopping with his sister wasn’t a bad thought persay, it still wasn’t a thought he wanted to think about right now. If he looked lost in thought, perhaps an employee would ask if he needed anything. And, with his luck, they’d be female. That wouldn’t be too much a problem, just saying “no” and shaking his head, but... The worst seemed to be happening as of late and she’d probably assume there was something severely wrong with him for whatever reason.
No matter, that hadn’t happened yet. And, to be an optimist for once, he WAS in the guy’s section and was more likely to run into a guy employee. Though of course this particular shop had sections for both genders. Not surprising, it wasn’t an expensive shop. Though Cyrille wasn’t quite sure how shops worked in America, most of the expensive places back home were boutiques catered to either gender.
It was at this moment Cyrille realized he wasn’t really even looking at shirts to replace his old ones. He was just thinking. Jeez. Since when had he become such an old man that he seemed to be just about always lost in thought. Ah... it was probably because he had been a bit less uptight lately. Researching his grigori soul so extensively as of late seemed to be helping.
Regardless, he should probably hurry up with this whole shopping thing. Wanted to get back to his dorm decently quickly. Time spent here could instead be time spent training. Of course, training was the reason he needed new shirts in the first place. Funny how he managed to rip so many... heh...
For now Cyrille simply continued to look at the assortment of brightly coloured clothes he probably wouldn’t buy.
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Post by Niina Rivera on Jun 14, 2015 17:34:29 GMT -5
Shoppingggg! It was such a grand escape! So many colors and styles, ways to express oneself, and different people that you could find in the stores. It was almost a… magical place! Moving throughout the store with a never ending excitement, the young witch looked at the various clothing of the shop. Hats and shoes, tops, bottoms, and dresses. Everything had something to be said. It just depended on how the wearer chose to display it! Standing in front of a mirror, all adorned in her pink cupcake attire, Niina was shifting two hats between her head. Her hair had been left down, nothing in the golden locks to add to her pink! What misfortune! Giggling at the thought, Niina switched to the other of her hats. Tilting her head to one side, then the other, a smile remained on her face as the girl looked in the mirror. Did she need a hat for this? These were super cute though. She had other pink stuff they could go with! But did she really neeeed these? Thinking through her decision on the hats she held either in her hands or on her head, she glanced around the store as to get an opinion from someone other than herself. Her shortness certainly didn’t help with the whole locating someone thing, though she did find a few heads of hair that she could go towards! Moving off through the racks of clothes, one hat on her head and one in hand, she went to go find assistance for herself! Then something grasped her attention. A fairly tall man, white hair she rarely saw dancing with pink strands. That was certainly something! Interested in the colors but also in the lost expression upon the young man’s face, Niina’s goals shifted slightly. Did he need help with something? As she approached, smile on her face as normal, she concluded that he probably did. The boy hadn’t much moved from his position when she had first noticed him. He was staring at a rack of clothes. Shirts as she would soon find out. But the oddity was that they were all sorts of colors. Brights and neons, patterns that caught the eye. Stopping a good four feet or so to the guy’s side, Niina grinned and gave a short wave with the hand that had no hat in it. “Hiya! Unless you’re drastically planning on altering your wardrobe, I’d try something more like… this?” As she spoke, she took a step backwards from him, her eyes settling on the rack next to her. Hand skimming over the colors, she pulled out a dark wine short sleeved shirt, a dark pattern imprinted in so near the same color as the shirt the eye had a hard time figuring out the pattern’s meaning. By the time she had finished speaking, the brief pause before ‘this’ giving her the needed second to grasp the shirt, she held out the clothing to him.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Aug 8, 2015 19:25:02 GMT -5
Jeez. Why on earth did everything around here come in such bright, flashy colours? Not that he was one to talk, now that he thought about it. Still, he didn’t want to be that flamboyant.
Oh, unless the flashy colours weren’t meant to be flamboyant at all. Rather, they were to scare people off. Like how poisonous animals were bright. Yea. That was stupid. Oh well, perhaps he’d just look in a different store or something. Or lower his standards.
But, before he could go, a rather high pitched and perky voice sounded beside him. Immediately, Cyrille snapped to attention, ready to run away if need be. Kinda sad that was the first thing on his mind when he heard a girl’s voice, but alas... He figured that was a better response than the alternative options anyway.
The girl didn’t appear to work at the store. She was a... student? That was probably right, it’s not like there was a lack of those or something. But, she didn’t seem to recognize him. Her words weren’t spoken in such a way that Cyrille could really tell, though. He supposed it didn’t matter if she was the type that tried to help others.
He appeared to be right with that. A helpful person that was trying to help him find a suitable shirt. How kind of them. He was completely sincere with that thought. Cyrille had an admiration for people who could be nice to everyone they met. He couldn’t. At all. Certainly not with women, but he was a bit too introverted to even talk to someone he didn’t know if he was the one who had to start the conversation.
Still, despite the niceness, Cyrille was awfully tense. Visibly so, though outside of being tense he didn’t look too bad. Thank heavens that this school had taught him how to strengthen his soul’s wavelength... Still, the tenseness was a bit more noticeable than he would like. It also took him a while to clear his head enough to talk clearly enough to not need to repeat himself.
”No, that’s alright. Thank you.” He replied before even getting a look at what the girl was holding. There. A polite response that would hopefully mean the girl didn’t see much of a reason to stick around.
Then he looked at the shirt she was holding. Oh. That actually was what he was looking for. How had he missed that? Well, Cyrille wasn’t terribly observant so he supposed that wasn’t very surprising. Regardless, if he said he’d take the girl’s advice then she was even more likely to go away, right? ”Yes, that would be good. Thank you.”
Ignoring the fact that he sounded like a broken record with all his overly formal thanks, Cyrille figured that exchange had gone well enough to end now.
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Post by Niina Rivera on Nov 7, 2015 1:48:57 GMT -5
Niina was mostly patient, especially when it came to people. So the bit of hesitance and silence after her speaking gave her no anxiety. He would answer in his own time, whether verbally or through action. She would wait for now. No need to rush him if he needed a moment or two to answer. Well… unless he didn’t know she was talking to him! But a few seconds couldn’t hurt.
No?
Not that people weren’t allowed to have their own opinions… Heck, Niina welcomed a different taste! But, a ‘no’ certainly wasn’t what she was expecting. It was followed up by other words to make it sound polite and remove any harshness, but it was still a pretty flat out ‘no.’ But what confused her more was that he had to have pretty darn good magical eyes, or just know that all the shirts here are what he didn’t want. Because she didn’t notice him look at all.
A small bit perplexed, the young witch looked at the shirt as if it was the reason for him saying no. Could it have whispered some deep secret to the guy that? It wanted to stay on the rack? Inwardly chuckling at herself, her smile regained all cheerfulness back and she once again went to look at the male she had greeted only moments before. Niina found he was now looking at the shirt! Oh glorious! Smile widening ever so slightly, the girl was pleased, temporarily forgetting that he had already turned down her choice of clothing.
It would almost be permanently forgotten when the boy then spoke again. Now a yes! Once again, it was accompanied by more words than just the simple one, but she only heard that which was important. An acceptance!
A small giggle coming from the girl in pink, she took the one pink hat she held in her hand and placed it atop her head. Now two hats sat on the girl’s head, one on top of the other. Accompanying the hat movement, Niina also took a few steps towards the one she had just met. Holding out the shirt between them, but not in a way that she seemed to be handing it over. Niina moved the shirt in front of him, hand on the hanger threatening to brush against the boy if she hadn’t have stopped. The other hand gripped lightly at the opposite bottom corner of the shirt. Holding it in front of his form as if testing out how it might look on him.
”I think it would be good!”
Niina confirmed happily, her eyes darting back and forth between him and the shirt she held. Giving a bit of a nod, she went to lower her hands.
“A little color never hurt anyone, but not everyone wants to wear everything on the planet like I do.”
Giggling once again, her one hand still held close to the hanger of the shirt, but the other fell away. Pulling the top hat off her head, the girl’s smile never faded from her face.
”Need help spying any other clothing? I’m a clothing treasure hunt whiz!”
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Nov 30, 2015 22:33:40 GMT -5
While it was good Niina was patient, there was no way anyone could possibly be patient enough to wait for Cyrille to come around in this situation. They’d turn to dust before then! Cyrille probably would too, so for the sake of everyone’s health and safety he’d elect to leave this exact kind of situation as soon as possible.
Of course, running away was easier said than done. A lot of people were clingy. He had no idea why, wouldn’t they much prefer to get out of the way of a weird guy like him? People confused him, but Cyrille made no attempt to figure them out. It was a waste of time to do so, because it was probably too complex for his head anyway.
Still, he felt a tad compelled to try and understand the overly friendly girl who was bothering him. She seemed nice, but far too girly for him to overlook the whole issue he took with her. He supposed he also didn’t like loud people in general, because he didn’t talk at all and listening to others jabber on grew exhausting.
Cyrille had forced his eyes onto the rack in front of him again, forcing himself to not look at the girl at all. He shook his head slightly, a bit of hair breaking off his peripheral vision as well. He’d hear her leave, surely. He didn’t need to be staring at her to do that.
But then he heard a giggle instead of footsteps getting progressively farther away from him. Why had he expected things to end quickly today? Cyrille tightened his jaw. It was fortunate he didn’t have a habit of grinding them, because he would have been doing that right now if he did and that couldn’t be good for them.
He turned his head a bit so he could see her again in a quick, somewhat jerky motion. He didn’t want her lunging at him because he knew he wouldn’t be able to react to it in time if she did. And that would end up making his day even more awful than it already was.
She had put an additional hat on her head. Was that what she was giggling about? Did she think she was being silly or something? That he’d laugh at her and loosen up a bit? Yea, no dice if that was the case. Still, Cyrille’s hardened expression loosened ever so slightly.
That didn’t last long as she begun to walk towards him again. Cyrille took a moment to react, but ended up turning himself towards Niina and walked a few steps back. The former action to keep a better eye on her so she didn’t get the chance to get too close, and the latter to keep a more comfortable distance.
He ended up wishing he hadn’t done that. She had probably noticed the whole keeping distance thing if she hadn’t already. Damn, he’d have to leave as soon as possible now. No more waiting. He kept his eyes on her until she stopped talking, following every moment she made closely. He made no other movements, because he felt too tense to do so. He did manage to talk when she had finished, though.
”No, that’s alright.” Cyrille said, his “no” sounding a bit louder and more desperate than the rest of his words, which were said in a mild and even tone. ”I appreciate your help, but I should get going now. I have to do some training.” He said the first thing that came to mind. He could have thought of a better excuse, but whatever.
Hm. Slight problem, his legs didn’t want to move did they? Why did he have to have the “freeze” panic response instead of one of the more useful ones? Gah.
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Post by Niina Rivera on Nov 30, 2015 23:49:46 GMT -5
In her preparations to test out the shirt visually on Cyrille, Niina hadn’t noticed that he looked a fraction less stone-like. It would have overjoyed her, but the fact was that she was too busy putting more hats on herself and holding a shirt out to him. However, it would be quite difficult to miss his next actions. Almost instantaneous, the male moved to keep his attention on her and move away. Did he think she would attack him?
A brief flash of worry ran across her face. Quickly there than gone, but one watching her like a hawk would have a higher chance of noticing. For a split second, Niina worried that her witch soul had been revealed. That maybe he knew what she was. That would explain him wanting away and being quiet. For a moment, the young witch was saddened and afraid.
Then it was gone. Not a trace to be seen for her smile was instantly back. No need to linger on it, there would probably be more trouble than him if her witchyness was known. Either way, Niina made no move to approach him again. Whatever his reasons were for wanting distance, it wasn’t her place to test him.
To her surprise, he answered her fairly quickly this time. Happy with the quick response, the girl couldn’t even brought down by him telling her ‘no’ to her shopping proposal. It helped that what he said next excited her even more. It didn’t matter that he was trying to leave her, he had said a thank you and was going to train! Giddy, the girl bopped up and down on the fronts of her feet.
“Well you have to get your shirt first, silly!”
Too happy to regret calling someone she just met ‘silly,’ the girl couldn’t help but remain in her happy state. The hand that held the hate began spinning the accessory ‘round and ‘round. Her bopping had ceased, but by now she had held the shirt out towards him. Careful not to move too quickly, she didn’t feel like making him any more on edge than he was already. To try and help, she even stretched her arm a bit farther than she normally might have done, and she didn’t move towards him. That way the little ‘deer’ could come cautiously on his own and take his prize all in his good way.
Waiting a short while for him to get himself together so that she wouldn’t freak him out further, she took her time even through her overabundant joy. Finally, when she could no longer keep quiet, she spoke again. At first the words were dashing from her mouth, but they gradually slowed to a normal human pace.
“I assume you’re a student at Shibusen! Who else would train? Well… I guess some others might… but still! I could help. I’m a meister.”
Taking a moment to breathe and grin proudly, a short memory of her newfound partner Fritz bringing a new spring of joy to her smile, she then continued.
“I was hoping to pick one of these hats… Maybe… I’m not sure. They’re super cute. But I would love to train with you, if you’d have me. I’m sort of new to things here, but I’m a quick learner and I’m sure I could challenge you as well.”
The smile had never left the girl’s lips. She was certainly happy to find another shibusen student out and about, assuming he was such. And training could do her some good. She didn’t exactly know what she was supposed to be doing! So along with that smile was a hint of a ‘please.’ A vague look of a child begging.
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