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Who: Mituna Captor and Nepeta Leijon
When: March 15th
Where: All around!
Style: Action
Status: Closed

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Mituna sat on the doorstep of his hive, only a few doors down in the same neighbourhood as his new friend Nepeta. He pressed his fingertips together and smiled faintly to himself as he thought that. A new friend. Someone who didn't pity him or treat him like an idiot, who didn't disguise belittlement as patience or openly poke fun at his lisp or his poor balance or deliberately aggravate him into fits of spluttered swearing. Someone he didn't need protecting from. After spending so long with the same group of trolls, half of whom he actively avoided and only a small number of which he truly enjoyed spending time with.

He didn't have his helmet on again today - something he'd been doing more frequently recently - so his hair was in its usual messy dandelion puff on top of his head, shifting slightly as he looked up and down the street. The clothes he had on obviously weren't his, and they were a little too big, really doing no favours for his already scarecrow-like stature. Of course, that was what this little trip out was all about.

The yellowblood fidgeted as he waited, tapping his feet against the floor and making distracted twitchy movements now and then, rubbing his thumbs across the insides of his fingers, shifting position only to shift back a moment later.

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Nepeta doesn't leave him waiting long! She's not too used to her new friend's moods and habits yet, so she doesn't know if he'd mind, but it's simply good manners to be on time, and good manners is something she's had drummed into her too often to forget! Equius can be thanked for that.

She's easy to spot as soon as she skips out of her hive, all bright blues with her kitty hat and tail, energy night-on bursting out of her as usual. She heads towards Mituna at a run, both hands waving at him and a wide, toothy grin on her face. "I'm here! I'm here! You didn't wait too long, did you? You can come to my hive to get me next time if you like, if I take too long!"

His awareness of time passing is so skewed he probably wouldn't have really noticed if she were an hour or two late. He spots her from a distance away, even through the permanent fringe of hair covering his eyes, and while she bounces over he pushes himself up to his feet and tugs awkwardly at the hem of his t-shirt.

Shopping trips? Not really something he's used to doing. He shoots the oliveblood a crooked, toothy grin and gives a jerky shrug of one shoulder. "Didn't fthucking mind waiting." His mental state doesn't give much leeway to care one way or the other, but she's here now, so it's fine. The bubble is a peaceful enough place to wait around in, when weird things aren't happening.

"Well, if you're sure you don't!" she chirps cheerfully, taking him at his word. She doesn't know him quite well enough yet to have realized he doesn't see time quite the same way as she does.

"It's good to see you again, Mituna!" is added in greeting, and she opens her arms and takes a step forward to see if he'll let her give him a hug. She knows he's a bit twitchy about contact sometimes, but if he doesn't pull away she'll hope that it's okay for her to give him one. She thinks it'll do him good!

It's generally the best thing to just take what Mituna says at face value. There's rarely an ulterior motive to anything he does, and even the occasional perverted things he says will rarely go further than words. Not that it makes him any less inappropriate.

He hesitates when she opens her arms like that - he's not daft enough to not understand what she wants from him - but it only lasts a moment. Despite the height difference between them he slips his arms in under hers and bends down, resting his chin against her shoulder.

Well, he may get told off by Nepeta if he ever does say anything too inappropriate, but barring that, she more or less doesn't mind anything he says.

And she's touched by the way he chooses to respond to her hug, and obligingly goes up on tiptoes so that he doesn't have to bend down too much. She wraps her arms around his neck gently and gives him a careful cuddle, nuzzling her face into his fluffy mop of hair.

He stiffens a bit when she nuzzles him like that, but doesn't protest verbally, and pulls away from her after a few moments more. One hand goes to his hair, ruffling it back into position despite a lack of any real need to do so.

"Tho we going to get moving or not?" he says then, bluntly, but with an undeniably cheerful tone.

Although she'd have been happy to hug him a while longer she lets him go as soon as he starts pulling away and seeing him making an attempt to fix his hair has her giggling.

"Of course! We'll go somewhere where they have comfortable stuff to wear, okay? This way!" she declares, leading the march to their destination.

There's no fixing it, but he still makes the attempt now and then. When she starts leading them off, he follows a step behind her, occasionally looking at the back of her head. If he's noticed anything odd about the clothes she's wearing.. well, it doesn't seem that he minds.

It's when they start getting to places where there are more crowds that he draws a bit closer to her, and when he's bumped into heavily by someone walking past him that doesn't even appear to see him there, he grabs onto Nepeta's sleeve and holds it in a death grip. That way, if he falls - which is almost inevitable - she won't walk off without him.

Just because she's walking ahead of Mituna doesn't mean she's not keeping an eye on him! The person colliding into him gets a rather vicious snarl, in fact, with an extra little baring of her teeth when she feels how tightly he's latched on to her.

"It's okay," she tells him, patting his hand gently. "I'm here, I won't lose you. You can hold my hand instead of my sleeve if you want?"

He jumps a bit when she snarls like that, as well! Though, he's used to being violently defended by people - Latula, after all, has threatened to kill people (mostly Damara) if they touch him. The smile she gets is crooked, uneasy, lasting only for a moment before he pauses at the question, as if he needs a moment to process it.

"... Ok," he murmurs after a few moments, letting go of her sleeve and taking hold of her hand instead. He's warmer than she is, though not by much. It feels nice.

"Sorry," she tells him, not having meant to startle him too and kicking herself for not realizing that that was what would happen. She guesses he doesn't mind too much when he takes her hand, though! His skin is warm and comforting, reminding her a little of holding Tavros' hand, even though her feelings for Mituna are completely platonic.

She squeezes his hand a little in hers to reassure him that she's there, and continues on their way, heading to one of the closest shops she knows of to lessen the chances of her friend getting jostled by the crowd again or falling. If they manage to get through this trip with no accidents she'll feel accomplished indeed!

It's easier to hold onto what's familiar, and Nepeta hasn't led him wrong before. He's not that good at getting a read on people but usually, if someone's going to treat him poorly, they don't go to all this trouble. At least, not from what he can remember. None of the people he hangs around with normally are really known for their subtlety.

Except Kurloz, but Kurloz wouldn't do anything to hurt him, he knows that...

He'd rather not fall. It's a likely thing to happen, but not as likely if she has hold of him like that. When they get into the first shop he almost immediately starts pulling on her hand to look around. He's interested enough, but she might have to help him out.

Nepeta probably can be subtle if she wants to...but why would she want to? She enjoys Mituna's company, plain and simple, likes looking after him and helping him out and getting to see him happy.

She laughs and lets him tug her around, following along docilely enough. "They have tracksuits! I think you'd be pretty comfurtable in those. Are there any you like the look of?"

He seems to have forgotten all about the crowds for now. Now and then he'll shake the hair out of his eyes, but for the most part it's a wonder how he's really seeing anything. He clearly is, though, because he makes a beeline for a sweater with thick black and yellow horizontal stripes and picks up one of the arms with his free hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft fabric.

"I like thith." Maybe it's the colour, or the fact it's striped like a bee, or both! He likes it a lot.

"Ohhh, that's really cool! Heehee, if Sollux sees it he'll want one too! What about this one?" she asks, pulling a red and blue hoodie off the racks to show it to him.

"You can go try them both on if you like them!" she suggests, looking around for the changing rooms.

"I can?" What are shops and how do they work? It's been a while since he.. well, since he did pretty much anything that wasn't being controlled by his own memories or the memories of someone else. Life in the dream bubbles could get really boring after a few hundred sweeps, even with the memories of twelve different people.

The hoodie gets a nod and pleased sound of approval. She definitely knows what to pick out for him! "Fuck, let'th do it."

Well, Nepeta never actually lived close enough to any shops back on Alternia to know how they worked! But since then she's had fun exploring all the ones here in the bubble, especially when nearly everything was free.

"Yes, lets go!" She tugs him over to the changing room before bundling the clothes in his arms and shooing him through. "Make sure you show me how they look when you're done!"

It takes Mituna longer than it should to come back out again, mostly because he had a few confusing minutes of remembering how clothes work, and managed to put the hoodie on backwards, but he looks pleased with himself when he finally comes out again.

He's gone with the red and blue hoodie first, though the hood has been turned inside-out by his struggling with it. "Doeth it fit?" It does, though the sleeves are a little long - it can't really be helped with his frame.

Nepeta had more or less expected that, and settles down to wait, playing with her SFC to while away the time. As soon as he steps out she glances up expectantly and beams at him.

"You look pawesome! It's really cool!" She flashes him a double thumbs up. Really, as long as it more or less fits she's not going to notice anything wrong. Have you seen the trenchcoat she wears?

She goes up on tiptoe to turn the hood the right way out again. "Here, let me just fix this. Okay! You should see it in a mirror!"

At the instant approval he grins widely, rubbing one hand up against the back of his hair. When she reaches up to fix his hood, he bends down slightly and presses his fingertips to the nearest wall to keep his balance, then puffs his hair out of his face to better see himself in the nearest mirror.

He spends a while longer than he needs peering at himself, going close up to the reflective surface, pushing his fingers through his mop of hair as if trying to organise it. He brushes his fingertips lightly over the coloured scars on his face before scraping his hair down to cover them up, then he steps back, checks himself out for another moment, and looks over to Nepeta.

"I look better than Tholluxth," he tells her with a grin, still remembering what the other yellowblood had looked like when Feferi had got her hands on him.

"Well, you don't have Feferi trying to dress you up! Then you'd have ended up just like him," Nepeta points out, trying to be fair. She likes Sollux too, and doesn't really want to laugh at him behind his back, especially when she knows he was just humoring Feferi when the video of him in those clothes got spread over the Network.

"Try the other one now!"

"You're better at thith," he comments, not really feeling all too terrible about mocking Sollux.. he's sure the other yellowblood would do the same for him. Good friend, right there. Best friend.

But he rolls his eyes and goes back into the changing room to try on the sweater. He's gone for a bit longer this time.. mostly because he's admiring himself in the smaller mirror in the cubicle for a little while before he comes out again.

"I'm just making sure to choose the colours that you like!" she insists. She really isn't all that good at picking out clothes, unless they happen to be costumes for a roleplay.

Speaking of which...when Mituna takes long to come out again she goes wandering around the shop for a while, and by the time he comes out she's found something she thinks is particularly appropriate for him!

He grins widely when he sees what she's got. It even matches the sweater he has on!

"It lookth like a bee!" he points out excitedly, clapping his hands together once. He ducks down some so she can put it on his head - prime hair-touching opportunity, Nepeta!

"I know! It's pawesome, isn't it? Sollux will be so jealous," she points out (though it wasn't completely true, as she'd got him something similar once). But still, it's good to see Mituna so pleased with her choice! Even more so when it means she's presented with those long-admired fluffy waves of hair.

It's almost more than she can stand! She carefully fixes his hair a little - so soft! and fluffy! - and fits the hat onto his head, making sure the antennas are in the right position.

Ssh, Mituna doesn't know that. His shoulders scrunch up when she moves his hair, but he doesn't shy away any more than that. Nepeta is very easy to like, and like her he does.

He lifts his hands up to pat over the hat, then grins again. "Yeth, awethome," he says, moving his head so the antenna on the hat wiggle slightly.

"It's just like a bee! Oh, look, look! It's cute and purrfect for you, uh huh!" She never thought she'd be all that good at picking out clothes for people - she knows Kanaya would certainly never approve of her choices at least! - but as she watches Mituna so very pleased with his new outfit, she thinks that she's actually done a rather good job.

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