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Who: maruko "marco" reiji (

drinkscola) and you!!!
When: 08.02
Where: various places
What: marco being uncool... also guns, soda, and a football
Rating/Warning: mild language, but otherwise nothing for now!

a.

[ welcome to the gun show

or a gun range, more specifically. here's a guy dressed in a pinstripe suit (actually a school uniform, thank you), lifting a sig sauer p226 towards a target. he's done his homework such that his stance and grip are correct, but... experience tends to trump textbook knowledge. he sweats, manages to keep his hand from trembling, and squeezes the trigger.

BANG.

and holy shit, even with protective earmuffs, that's loud as fuck and the resulting kick is even more startling. while the bullet's hit its mark, marco doesn't quite notice as he yelps and drops the weapon; it clatters to the floor wherein it sets off again.

BANG.

whoops. at least that one hit the wall and not a person. he's immediately looking around to make sure no one heard that, much less witnessed it. ]

b: shopping district.

[ well that had been rough and embarrassing— time for some caffeinated, sugary calories. after fishing out his wallet, selecting coca-cola and swiping his card, a single cola tumbles out.

except, after that's been retrieved, the sodas don't stop coming. they continue to cascade out of the machine one-by-one, rolling on the surrounding pavement in a variety of directions. ]

What the hell, I'd say—!!

[ the vending machine continues until it's empty of every can. ]

c: shopping district, part 2.

[ during his hour of waiting for a maintenance bot to show (it won't), marco's taken to building an elaborate pyramid structure. he kind of half-expects something to come along and obliterate it, so he won't be too surprised when that happens. it's been a painful waste of time.

he fixes another can to its side. ]

Geez, what is up with CERES lately...

[ he gets being forced to live in a dystopia, okay, but an inefficient one sucks. ]

d: entertainment/pleasure district.

[ as someone who usually practices alone, even back home, it might be useful to scope out talent. temporarily useful, as marco knows none of this should actually stick. once he's spied someone that looks physically capable of regularly withstanding tackles and somewhat unoccupied (by which he means, unoccupied hands), he's raising his football. ]

Here. Catch, I'd say.

[ whether you like it or not, it's beamed toward your torso. hey, be grateful or something that at least he didn't beam it at your head!! ]

e: boutique; closed to kashuu.

[ okay, in-between being broke (a relative adjective) and newcomers and gross cybuddies and avoiding the hell out of everyone due to those memory shenanigans, marco's finally traversed somewhere beautifully expensive with intent. upon entering, impressed already, he'll approach someone that looks to work there. ]

Hey, I'm Marco. [ potentially useless information, okay. moving on: ] And I'm looking for someone named Kashuu Kiyomitsu...

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[Said employee looks up from arranging some shirts on a new display rack, immediately curious. Someone's looking for him?? Marco, though... Give him a second.]

Marco? Marco, Marco... Oh! [Recognition lights up his face and he claps his hands together, turning away from the clothes.] I remember you! What's up? Finally come to get a suit?

[SURPRISE, there he is, Kashuu Kiyomitsu... He sure looks like he fits in here, at least, decked out in high-end clothes that are probably modeling samples from the upcoming line.]

[ so, yes, kashuu's a... man... here he had expected a cute girl. okay, maybe not a cute girl, but a cute woman. not to say kashuu isn't cute, but. he's not female. there's no outburst to accompany this, thankfully; his eyes had widened only briefly. ]

Ah... [ ahem. ] Yeah, yeah. A suit would be good.

[ that's not cool enough, though. so, quickly adding and sounding considerably less stupid: ]

The best you have. [ wait. ] Not the best, as I can't break the bank, but I'd like to be impressed.

[It wouldn't have been something that Kashuu is unused to, at least... Sometimes people just look at his cutesy emojis and ridiculous way of typing and that's the way it goes!

He's chipper as ever, either way, gesturing to the other side of the shop.]

Sure, sure! C'mon this way, then. We can start taking a look over here. These're the ones that you can get for a pretty moderate price, but they're still top quality! Basically everything in our shop is.

[It's a fancy boutique, after all! The price tags definitely match in a lot of cases, but Kashuu hands out discounts like candy...]

What style are you looking for? Or color...?

[ kashuu, so sunny... he almost feels it to be contagious. he'd wonder how someone can be so excitable, but then recalls that yes, he is technically trying to make a sale here. that makes sense. when the begin that way, marco will follow along, letting him lead. ]

Darker, muted colors. [ aka, black. like his soul, etc. ] I prefer Italian style. [ which is probably obvious as well as overkill, but. ]

[ it's not a lot of information to go off on, he knows, what with how varied suits can be. continuing: ]

Actually, I was hoping you might be decide on that. You know, just to see what you consider the most stylish.

[ read: this is a challenge, kashuu. show him what you can do when it comes to choosing simply the best. and judging by his tone, even if light, it's a little serious with an undertone of "please don't be disappointing". fabric, fit, solid or pinstriped color, pockets, lapel style, buttons... it's all in his hands. ]

[Soon, he'll see that NAH... Nah, this is just the way Kashuu is All The Time (nearly). Some people just have a ridiculous excessive amount of sparkly energy when it comes to the important things in life, like fashion and...

Mostly fashion.

But! More importantly! He can see the challenge issued here, and he just grins. There might be the edge of something vaguely cocky in it, because he's very sure of himself when it comes to things like this.]

Don't worry! Just that is all I need to work with. Gimme a sec, I'll be right back!

[AND AWAY HE GOES...

When he comes back, he's got several suits in his arms. There's are two black suits, one very dark grey with bright, nearly-silver looking pinstripes, and one that's a classic navy. All of them have pockets because you gotta, though only one of the black suits has the notched lapel style. The others are peaked, and the navy blue one comes with a decorative lapel piece already attached. As for fit, most of them are closely tailored with plenty of darts, and seem to have emphasis on the shoulders - albeit in a classy way and not an 80s hair band way. Chic mafiosos like looking big and intimidating, right??

He's also carrying some shoes because YOU GOTTA.]

O-kay, let's get started! I'll pick out a tie and pocket square for whichever one you like best, free of charge. Oh, and we'll get you to a tailor, too! It's easy to eyeball someone's size, but nothing off the rack will fit perfectly.

[ okay marco is

marginally impressed

that is a selection. and taking a quick, sweeping look at it, he can already tell kashuu's hit the mark. ah, marco realizes his taste in fashion (impeccable, obviously) might be marginally predictable. and hey, he understands the addendum of shoes. as an outfit can easily be ruined by the wrong pair, it's unquestioned. ]

[ that embarrassing (and fleeting) expression of surprise aside, he's mostly left to approach and carefully pick through the items. after a pause: ]

Rest-assured, I know they won't fit absolutely flawlessly. ... Not to jump the gun or anything, but it looks like you've done well. [ and realizing that he might have praised a bit too much (it's not in his nature to do so, nor to his benefit, he doesn't think), he quickly reaffirms: ] Thus far, anyway.

[ he gestures in an offer to carry the clothes, if kashuu will allow it; he's practiced enough with handling such things that they'd remain wrinkle-free! in the meanwhile, he looks in the direction he reckons the fitting room would be. ]

That way, right?

[The impeccable part is clearly what matters here! Predictably impeccable is a totally good thing.

And regardless of how quick that "thus far" is added, Kashuu beams brightly, because praise is praise and dang, that's his bread and butter.]

I'm telling you, you won't find anyone else who has as good of an eye for this stuff as me! [PUFFING HIS CHEST OUT...

And then nodding and gesturing toward the small set of private rooms off toward the back side of the store.]

Yep! The first room has full mirrors, the other two only have three.

[ HIGH PRAISE FOR ONESELF... kashuu's certainly confident, that much is unmistakable. but that confidence isn't delusional and clearly had to come from somewhere. marco moves toward the private rooms (the first one, specifically)— and then looks back. ]

... If I step out while wearing one, you'll give me your opinion, right?

[ judging by his tone, he feels like it's a stupid question. it's not that he needs a second opinion but, look,,,, he doesn't have any shopping buddies, okay.. and he think he'd die of embarrassment if he expectantly stepped out to no one being around... ]

[THAT WOULD BE TOO SAD... No, lucky for him, Kashuu is an attentive shopkeep from start to finish and won't just dash mid-shopping spree.]

Sure! Just leave it to me, I'll do my best.

[Waving him off, then! Go try on all of the things, he'll park his butt down on one of the chairs just outside of the changing rooms to wait.]

[ ... thus, even if he doesn't like what he'll end up hearing regarding kashuu's opinion, he's likely be sending in some nice commentary to the higher-ups. anyway, marco does that— he goes for the navy one, as it's the one most different from his usual style. hey, even if currently imperfect, he does like the fit.

after a few extra minutes of ensuring it to look pristine (yes, he takes a bit of time), marco steps out of the stall, the picture of confidence despite his slightly self-conscious misgivings. ]

What do you think? ... Too blue? [ DOES IT BRING OUT HIS EYES??? jesus, apparently he has no idea. ]

[Kashuu was apparently scrutinizing his manicure while Marco was in there trying on the suit and making sure every corner fell perfectly, since he looks up from them as soon as he steps out and then pops up to his feet. Gotta get a 360 view, after all!]

Hmmm...

[AROUND HE GOES, taking it in from every angle, even bending over to get a close look at where the fabric falls near his knees and feet. He is nothing if not thorough.]

—I like it! It looks good to me. The fit's nice, the color's totally in right now... But I'm getting the feeling it didn't super wow you.

[ marco's eyes widen fractionally at the judgement; while he hadn't anticipated a resounding no, geez, that looks godawful, the alleged sincerity of the response is something he considers (as it's not overwhelmingly positive, either). after kashuu's thorough analysis is complete, marco turns to look at a nearby mirror, adjusting ones of the lapels unnecessarily as he eyes its crease. ]

I might have been around suits a little too long for a super wow. [ he almost laughs; that sure is something he repeated!!

and this sure is some hesitant optimism creeping up on him— he's impressionable like that. cue a shake of the head. ] No, I think it's good to be a bit different. Makes it something of a refreshing change, you know?

[ ... it's also nice that, yes, the color is in style. that's important. and he touches the edge of the dressing room's door again, indicating that he plans to slip back into it. ]

—So I'll probably take this one. Just a sec [ aka a while lol ] and I'll let you know about the others.

[HE SAID SUPER WOW TOO, officially A+ in Kashuu's book. His expression brightens a little at that, and he does get where the guy's coming from, too. Some things just lose their initial wow factor if a person spends enough time around them... (Others never lose that wow factor though, like a good pair of boots.)

If he thinks it's a refreshing change even without being completely knocked off his feet, that's good enough for this punk, too.]

Mm! If you like it and if you wear it well, it'd be a waste not to take it, right? I'll be right here waiting, so take your time. No rush, no rush.

[If he really takes A Truly Long Time™, Kashuu always has his favorite game apps or those selfie sticker features to play around with while he waits. Productivity...]

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