Log; Ongoing

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WHO: Eli and Wanda
WHERE: the MAC, then some shopping place
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday
SUMMARY: Wanda is going to help Eli shop because he is a fashion nightmare. Or at least fashion unpleasant dream.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really.
FORMAT: quick to the point to the point no faking

[Eli was kind of nervous about going shopping with Wanda, but he tried not to let it show. It was just not the sort of thing he did. Ever. Except maybe with his mom or something, and his mom never really criticized his fashion choices. Still, he had fun with Wanda and was looking forward to that part of it.

Which was why he was on time at the ground floor of the MAC to meet with Wanda, smiling when he saw her.]

Hey there!

Comments

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I'm not-

[Eli stood up straighter.]

I'm don't have bad posture. That's relaxed posture.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She laughed.]

I'm only teasing you, Eli. Your posture is fine.

[A pause.]

Mostly.

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Well, this is the last one so I'll consider it a maybe.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

Alright, well.. do you want to change back into your old clothes and bring the things you aren't certain about out here?

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Sure.

[Eli glanced back over his shoulder at the attendants.]

If they didn't burn my clothes or something. I think they wanted to.

[Not long after, he was back in his original outfit.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

They're not that bad.

[Wanda collected her book from the attendant, tucking it into her bag and covertly sliding a card into the other woman's hand, murmuring] Ring those things up for me, won't you?

[She turned back to Eli, smiling.]

Is there anything else you'd like to look at, here, before we go?

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[Eli gave her an "are you kidding me?" look.]

There is no way we came to Bloomingdales and you being okay without leaving with at least one new outfit. Come on, you're practically twitching.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Wanda locked her hands behind her back quickly -- she wasn't really twitching.. was she?]

[weakly] Am I that obvious?

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[Eli smirked at her.]

Go. Shop. Have fun.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, she looked like she was about to hug him, or.. or something, but she managed to compose herself -- relatively.]

I.. I'm not even sure there's anything here I haven't seen...

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Oh come on...

[Eli paused what he was going to say when he realized she wasn't kidding.]

I mean, it's bathing suit season, do you have one of those yet?

[Mostly he was kidding.]

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[Wanda gave him an odd look.]

One? I have five.

[pause]

..Which is not nearly enough. [She beamed.] Eli, you're brilliant.

[And she promptly dashed down the escalator, not entirely unlike a child chasing an ice-cream truck.]

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[Eli smiled back at her, not sure if he understood just why he was brilliant.]

Wait, what-

[Rather confused, he rushed after her.]

Where are we going?!

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[She didn't answer, instead gesturing over her shoulder for him to follow him as she darted forward onto the floor below and disappeared into a sea of bathing suit racks.]

[The headset-wearing attendant following them at a brisk, just-shy-of-unprofessional walk was more helpful, informing him with a breathless smile as she toted the bags full of Eli's purchases in their wake,] Miss Maximoff gets a bit.. excited.

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[Eli thought excited was a bit reserved for how Wanda seemed to be acting.]

How often does she come here?

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[The young woman grinned, ponytail bouncing as she trotted down the escalator.]

Oh, at least once a week, sometimes twice. I think she'd come more often if we restocked more than that.

[She paused, suddenly reproachful.]

You aren't.. Mister Maximoff, are you?

[Meanwhile, in the distance, Wanda has stumbled upon another saleswoman acquaintance and is exchanging enthusiastic greetings.]

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[Eli had to laugh at that.]

Are you kidding me? Look at her, now look at me. She's practically a different species than I am she's so gorgeous. She just took pity on me because I have no fashion taste at all.

...I have too much fun with NPCs

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[The saleswoman shrugged.]

Well, I mean, most of the women who shop here are married to some variation of he crypt-keeper. I assumed she'd lucked out and found herself some young software billionaire who could at least get it u--

[Abruptly, she froze, flushing.]

Oh -- Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-- oh god.

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Yeeeah, now this is really awkward.

[Eli scratched his head and shifted on his feet. He really wanted to get out of here now.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[If the girl had a hand free, she would have been hiding her mortified face in it, but she was too busy carrying all of Eli's shopping bags.]

Um.. I think she. Went that way?

[Wanda's laughter sounded from within the maze of swimsuits.]

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[Eli nodded.]

Yeah, let's go find Wanda or something.

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[Wanda could be found in the center of the racks, deliberating very seriously between two seemingly-identical black swimsuits.]

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[Eli wasn't sure why she was debating between the two, since they were the same thing.]

Find something?

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[She glanced up at him, smiling reflexively, then sobering as she holds up one in each hand.]

Which one?

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Ummm, I wouldn't be able to tell with you just holding them up like that.

[Eli is joking. Mostly.]