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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 5, 2011 9:20:01 GMT -8
Sonya stood on a street corner, shifting from paw to paw, watching the other cats as they passed him by, going both ways. He crossed his arms, trying to keep his paws closer to his chest because it was cold, some snow still on the ground, and he was fairly sure it was going to snow again that night.
He gave both sides of the street another scan, waiting for Vala to show up. Already he felt terribly awkward about this, especially with his supposed "non" date with Teazer in the back of his mind.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 10, 2011 22:33:07 GMT -8
Vala was in her civilian clothes, and she felt terribly exposed. The cold was raising the hackles on her fur, and nervous little butterflies fluttered in her stomach. It wasn't just the idea of dress shopping with a superior- but also the fact that she was...suddenly very afraid of how plain and uncouth she was. Even her pretty dresses in her home town had been very plain in comparison to the sparkling gowns of the big cities.
She was afraid of making a fool of herself. Strangely enough, this was a new development- she was never concerned about it on the force, although she often did just that.
As she rounded a corner, Vala caught sight of Sonya standing on the street corner. She paused, took a deep breath, and rounded the corner to approach him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 10, 2011 22:37:14 GMT -8
"Ah, there you are," he said, noticing someone approach out of the corner of his eye and turning, seeing her. "And how are you today then?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 11, 2011 0:51:24 GMT -8
"I'm fine, thank you," she said in a perfectly believable voice. Nervously biting her lip, her hands were fisted on her purse and she tried not to stare at the pavement, because that was very un-Vala-like behavior and there was no way she could look as sheepish as she felt. "So...um...where do we begin?"
The only times she'd been shopping had been with friends, and they'd always led the way- she had never independently searched for chic, only practicality. This was going to be a new experience for her.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 11, 2011 9:22:35 GMT -8
He considered for a moment, shifting his weight between his feet. "Well, Norman's would probably be a place to start for this," he said after a moment and motioned down the street."Shall we?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 12, 2011 9:19:02 GMT -8
Vala nodded and followed his lead. "What kind of place is it?"
Vala almost smacked herself on the head for the sheer crushing stupidity of that question the second it left her mouth. Of course it was a nice place, they were in the store area and all the stores were the same. She also immediately realized that it had been said and there was no taking it back, leading to the sort of embarassment spiral she thought she'd left behind in her teenaged years.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2011 14:40:58 GMT -8
Sonya shrugged. "It's a higher end clothing store. They tend to deal with events like this one, so we should be able to find something." He tried not to make it sound like a condescending answer, seeing her looking a little panicked. "You should be fine there."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 13, 2011 0:07:17 GMT -8
It was a little thing but Vala was comforted by him saying she would be fine. Sonya was a complete turn-around from the last CO she'd worked with, and she'd been expecting a similar experience. This was a very welcome change, she decided.
However, the storefront came into sight and she felt the panic returning. She sighed, she didn't want to feel like a bumpkin.
But then she remembered what a welcome change this was.
Tilting her head up, Vala reminded herself that it was for the police force. She'd frequently said she didn't have a problem dying in the line of duty- she could manage fashionable.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 0:13:55 GMT -8
He stared at the storefront as well. "Well," he said after a moment. "Are you ready for this?" He himself hated stores like this quite a bit, though he had been in them enough with his mother before her death. "It should not be too bad. It is just clothing..."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 13, 2011 0:32:02 GMT -8
"Right, just clothing."
Yes- two mighty, fearless officers of the law they were.
Vala opened the door and stepped inside, and a gentle chime rang.
One look rendered her speechless.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 0:35:09 GMT -8
Sonya followed her inside, watching her expression. He couldn't decide quite what to make of her current one. "Well? Do you have any ideas what you might like?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 13, 2011 18:15:46 GMT -8
"Um," she stuttered, "maybe not something as...sparkly? And blue." She quickly amended.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 18:19:55 GMT -8
Sonya nodded, considering. "Here," he said after a moment. "If I remember, some plainer styles could be found back here," he led her deeper into the store, glancing in passing at some of the dresses. At least one store attendant arched a brow at them, but Sonya glared at them, his back to Vala, and they didn't approach.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 17, 2011 1:36:58 GMT -8
Vala grabbed a dress that didn't look too fancy off the rack. "I guess I'll go try this one on." She tried not to make the slight inflection on the end sound like a question.
Without looking to see whether or not this made sense to him, she marched over the changing room like troops storming the enemy trenches. She suddenly felt out of place there and wanted the first dress she tried on to work. The first thing you try on in a store always works best, right?
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 17, 2011 8:48:21 GMT -8
Sonya blinked after her abrupt choice and departure, glancing around the area. His eyes lingered around the area, finally falling on a display stand of pearls. He wondered over to them, surveying them and half thinking of Teazer and their conversation about quality pieces. Reaching out, he picked one strand up with a paw, without taking it off the rack, turning it over aimlessly and only half really paying attention to what he was doing.
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