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Who: Mithos and YOU
Where: Plaza, shopping center!
Style: Mun will follow!
Status: Open!

Mithos hasn't been seen for a while, following that explosive conversation with Lloyd that, thankfully, didn't end violently. But somehow, Mithos managed to get cabin fever, and left his small room; he can now be seen in the shopping center, actually wandering into a place that sells clothing for young teenagers.

And so, here's Mithos, having culture shock. Seriously, look. At. THIS. SHIT!

Someone, anyone, show up and tell him this isn't how people usually dress, or he'll lose what little respect he gained for humans so far!

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These clothes are terrible!

[Anise shoves a ridiculously tight t-shirt back on the rack. It's not as if they don't have tight clothing on Auldrant but many of these cuts and patterns are so completely outside of her cultural experience that she can't even bring herself to try.]

Maybe I should try another shop... oh!

[Well hi there Mithos.]

[ Mithos heard her ranting, and could have a mile away. ]

... Well, at least you can tell bad fashion when you see it.

Of course I can! I guess this is what you get if everything's free though. Get what you pay for I guess.

[Ugh, why would anyone get pants with holes already in them?]

And let me guess, you don't know where I can find any decent clothes, do you?

[ But Anise, don't you wanna show off your legs!? ]

Edited 2012-07-15 04:37 (UTC)

[Lloyd hadn't been looking for Mithos, isn't even aware he's in the same shop. Frankly? He's mostly just shopping because he was bored. Yeah, sure, he's got his crafts, and he's got the boat plans he's been working on, but there's only so long even those can hold his attention before he has to get up and move around. This shop had looked interesting, so he'd poked his head inside.

Which leads him to where he is now, looking with bemusement at the styles. Most of them don't really appeal, but...

Something catches his eye and his face lights up.]

Hey, that's a cool scarf!

[ ... This face, Lloyd. ]

[The look on Mithos's face is lost on Lloyd. He still hasn't noticed his audience. He picks up the scarf, wrapping it around his neck.]

Man, it's too bad it's not winter. Maybe I could get it anyway and save until then, just in case I'm still here.

[ Okay, he can't stay quiet anymore. ]

I knew your sense of fashion was bad, but this is just awful.

[ Mithos shakes his head disappointedly, and turns to find a less-hipstery store to go shop at. Even if he's expecting Lloyd to say something else. ]

Huh? What's that supposed to m-

[The defensive come out of his mouth before it registers just whose voice he heard, before he's fully turned, but as soon as he sees Mithos, they choke back into his mouth.

Suddenly all the awkward.]

Mithos...

Lloyd.

[ Mithos turns back to him, but only half-way. He looks more like he's looking away from Lloyd, than directly at him. ]

[Even after talking to Dhaos, Lloyd still has no idea how to deal with Mithos. A part of him still aches not to give up, to try to get his friend back, but part of him knows he has to stand against Mithos if the half-elf remains bent on his plans. He stands there for a moment, torn with indecision.

Then he takes a breath and steps toward Mithos, hesitant but still with an amount of determination. He can't give up, not without trying. What kind of friend would he be?]

What're you doing here?

What do you think?

[ He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. The angel looked over the racks of clothing again, shook his head, and sighed. ]

I'm looking for new clothes. But human fashion in this world is so horrible.

[ Mithos would have settled for something classy, but this... This should have been illegal. ]

[Lloyd's never really been one to keep up on fashion. In fact, he's not even sure he's got a grasp on the idea. He thinks he understands what Mithos is complaining about, though.

He's just... going to try not to think about the fact that Mithos is Yggdrasill. It makes this a little less surreal.]

I don't really know what you're looking for, but if you don't like the clothes here, can't you go somewhere else? Lots of stores sell different stuff. Or maybe you could ask someone to make your clothes. My Dad made all my clothes before I got here, so they were always exactly what I liked.

There is nowhere else. Human clothes all look the same to me.

[ Mithos shakes his head. Yggdrasill's outfit was made by the angels of Cruxis, and these clothes he's had virtually all his life, given to him by his sister. ]

Just something comfortable that doesn't look... well, like this.

[ Mithos isn't a hipster, Lloyd. ]

But humans aren't the only people in Vatheon. Wouldn't there be places where people who aren't humans can buy clothes?

[Not that he's gone looking for them, but it seems like it would make sense.]

Besides, some of this stuff's a little weird, but it can't all be that bad.

[He shuffles through a nearby rack.]

What about some of these shirts? They look comfortable.

I don't need special clothes, Lloyd.

[ Wait. Wait. A plaid--- nope, Mithos turns around and starts walking away. SERIOUSLY LLOYD, WTF. He's the lord of Cruxis, not a freaking lumberjack! ]

Then what are you going to wear if you don't want human clothes or non-human clothes?

[Mithos, you are confusing him. He frowns, not sure if he should follow the blond or not.]

I do want clothes! Just not stupid-looking clothes.

[ He doesn't care one way or the other. But, considering this is Lloyd, he doesn't expect to lose him that easily. ]

[Yeah, nope, after a moment's thought, Lloyd starts following him, his longer strides helping him catch up with the blond.]

So, what are you going to do then?

[Since you're shooting down all his ideas. They were good ideas, too!]

The only thing I can do.

[ Looking straight ahead, no eye contact whatsoever. He knew Lloyd would follow him. His arms are crosses, and he huffs, his blonde eyebrows lowering. ]

I'm going to keep looking.

You want any help? Two eyes are better than one - or, well, four eyes are better than two. You know what I mean.

[ Mithos stops, and turns to stare - read, glare - at Lloyd for a few seconds. He then sighs, and conceded. ]

If you promise not to suggest any more plaid clothes.

What's wrong with plaid?

[He looks back at the shirts, not understanding.]

But if you really don't want plaid, I can do that. So, are you just looking for more clothes like the ones you're wearing?

The fact that it exists!

[ Mithos snaps. He then sighs, and shakes his head. ]

Anything that doesn't look like something a lumberjack would wear.

[Lloyd could point out that a lumberjack probably wouldn't wear most of the stuff in this store - it just wouldn't be practical to wear a shirt that would let mosquitoes eat you alive - but that's not really the point and he knows it.

Though he still doesn't get what's wrong with lumberjack clothes. They're good and practical.]

Then what about this one? It sort of looks like your shirt.

[Lloyd, that's a woman's blouse...]

[ Mithos looks at it, then at Lloyd, then back at the blouse. And then... icon related. ]

That's for a woman, you idiot!

[ Jeez, Lloyd. Sure, Mithos and Colette could pass for twins, but come on! ]

[Lloyd bristles defensively, then tries to stifle the response. He isn't entirely successful.]

It is? How can you tell? What's the difference between a boy's shirt and girl's shirt anyway?

[ Oh, he's not even going to dignify that with a response. Mithos just shakes his head, and moves over towards another rack of shirts; rather plain looking, with subdued designs, but that was perfect for him. ]

[Yeah, it figures Mithos isn't going to give him a straight answer. Lloyd lets out an exasperated breath, but puts the blouse back nonetheless.]

You know what? I think I have a better idea.

I really doubt that.

[ But he's listening anyway, as he rifles through the rack of clothes. ]

I'll find someone to make something for you. If I tell them what you like, you won't have to worry about it looking really weird.

[He's already heading out of the store, his goal fixed in his mind.]

[ Before Mithos has the chance to say 'I won't hold my breath,' Lloyd is already gone. Mithos stares at the door for a moment, sighs, and goes right back to looking through the clothes. ]

One of the highest things on Hayner's hate list was shopping. He wouldn't be here if he didn't need a new shirt. He paused a moment as he passed by the kid.

Huh. "Are you lost?" He placed a hand on his hip as he regarded the horrible fashion disaster he was looking at, and then back to the blond kid. "I would be too if I had to stare at those patterns. Ugh." This coming from a kid who thought crudely drawn skulls and camouflage ~~capris~~ pants were the best thing ever.

"You think so?" Asked rhetorically. Mithos looks trough a rack of T-shirts, but they're mostly all hipster crap or with weird band names. "I can't believe humans actually think this junk is fashionable."

Eventually, Mithos stops, and stomps off to another rack, this time with jeans. All super-tight; even Mithos' pants had some breathing room. "Look at this. This can't even be comfortable. Who would want to wear this!?" It took some effort not to burn all of this stuff where it sat. It was bad enough that Mithos was starting to at least tolerate humans, but after seeing this? He was starting to reconsider.

"Different folks and their tastes, you know? Man, I used to know this one guy who wore a belly shirt with sweats and a beanie. Te-rri-ble." A roll of his shoulders as he pawed through the clearance section. If the new stuff was bad, maybe the old stuff was better?

He paused to toss a look over at the skinny jeans. Oh maaaaan. "You can't even breathe in those." The image of what might be squashed in those things wasn't pleasant. "Maybe in the adults section they'll have something better? I know their isn't that much of a size difference." Then again, this kid did look pretty small.

"I'm looking for clothes in my size." Which means, his size, not Yggdrasill's. And those jeans... no. Just... no.

"Is there anywhere around here that doesn't sell such awful outfits?" Sure, he was a human, but maybe he knew.

He had to think about that. Really think about it. "Maybe the shop a couple doors down? I think I saw some normal stuff in it." Hopefully.

"Just let me get my shirt and I'll show you." The only thing Hayner liked from here was the tanks or muscle tops. Wouldn't take long since all he had to do was nab a black one.

"Fine, fine." And so, Mithos waits, crossing his arms over his chest, scowling. This place... it was so wrong. It made Mithos' skin crawl. Who... who was this "Justin Bieber" kid? Who was this "Carly Rey Jepsen?" Why? WHY WAS THIS PLACE SO REPRESENTATIVE OF EVERYTHING WRONG WITH HUMANS!?

Mithos shuddered. The sooner they leave this place, the better.

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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING HUGELY TL;DR

Stop giving me walls of text, Pain. ;-;

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[stabs grammar in that last post]

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pffffffft

Hee~ :3

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Hayner would find it cool but dangerous if he sets fire to the store

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