Some kids were fine in warehouse store bought jeans and shirts. Others could only have the finest most expensive designer labels. These two? These two could only shop in obscure boutiques and thrift shops. And this boutique had lots of tech security, but the one employee was too busy texting to keep track of the customers (she knew they could handle themselves). These threads are the brands that best suit these two anyway.
Maya had her usual collection of brightly colored vests and studded tank tops in her changing room with her. She had this whole bubblegum punk princess image going for her. She didn't have vests, clearly. "Hey Neku, find anything I might like?" She stuck her head out letting him see just a bit of bare shoulder (save her bra strap) to show she hadn't put back on a shirt after taking off the last one she tried.
Having a friend like Shiki gave him a, largely unwanted, idea of clothing he never had growing up. Now he was a bit picky about things and his look. But that wasn't fully the point of this visit. He was here for moral support of Maya's shopping. And well, watching her try things on was it's own reward.
Which is why he perked up when she called him over. He had found a few things, but they were mostly just props as he made his way over, holding them out.
Maya's had fashionable friends before, but overall she learned nothing from them on the subject. She was pretty much hopeless at this sorta thing. She couldn't walk in heels to save her life, she always ended up flashing someone if she wore a skirt, she was pretty much a lost caused. She dressed how she dressed, and mostly it worked for her. She smiled as Neku walked over with some items, she wasn't sure any of them were really for her.
Not that she really needed anything else to try on, or that clothes were why she wanted him to walk over. Once he was close enough she pushed open the curtain and her smile lost the slightest bit of innocence it had. Standing there in her bra and jeans she casually reached through his pile of offerings and picked a jacket from them. "This should go with..." she turned back to her pile of clothes on the bench and grabbed a camisole that could pass as a top if you didn't live anywhere cold.
She used the mirror in the room to keep an eye on Neku, and where his eyes were, as she took off her bra to put on the camisole, and then the jacket. Modest was not a word you ever applied to Maya anymore, "What do you think?"
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Some kids were fine in warehouse store bought jeans and shirts. Others could only have the finest most expensive designer labels. These two? These two could only shop in obscure boutiques and thrift shops. And this boutique had lots of tech security, but the one employee was too busy texting to keep track of the customers (she knew they could handle themselves).
These threads are the brands that best suit these two anyway.Maya had her usual collection of brightly colored vests and studded tank tops in her changing room with her. She had this whole bubblegum punk princess image going for her. She didn't have vests, clearly. "Hey Neku, find anything I might like?" She stuck her head out letting him see just a bit of bare shoulder (save her bra strap) to show she hadn't put back on a shirt after taking off the last one she tried.
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Which is why he perked up when she called him over. He had found a few things, but they were mostly just props as he made his way over, holding them out.
"Yeah, I think I've got your sizes right. Maybe."
No problem.
Not that she really needed anything else to try on, or that clothes were why she wanted him to walk over. Once he was close enough she pushed open the curtain and her smile lost the slightest bit of innocence it had. Standing there in her bra and jeans she casually reached through his pile of offerings and picked a jacket from them. "This should go with..." she turned back to her pile of clothes on the bench and grabbed a camisole that could pass as a top if you didn't live anywhere cold.
She used the mirror in the room to keep an eye on Neku, and where his eyes were, as she took off her bra to put on the camisole, and then the jacket. Modest was not a word you ever applied to Maya anymore, "What do you think?"