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Edna was the basement or 'real workroom' of her compound. Since the latest news reports she had been working double time on super suits and contraptions. She didn't know exactly what they would be used for, but she knew supers. She had to be prepared for when they came in at the last second looking for something. Sigh. No planning.

She was in the middle welding a buckle shut when her proximity alarms started going off. The red sirens made it hard to keep working, so she flipped up the protective mask and hopped off her stool. "Oh, I need a security team again." She muttered to herself as she made her way to the screen displaying the outside of her gate. It didn't go off for anyone walking by, but if they stayed there long enough and didn't ring the bell it looked like vegas in the basement with all of the lights.

She pressed a button to turn them off and turned on a microphone and camera. "Hello," She said into the microphone, taking a look at the very puzzled boy. "Who is it? Are you lost?"

Bakura startled slightly at the sudden voice before realizing what was going on and giving a small, sheepish laugh.

"Aaaa- I'm Bakura Ryou, Lyra sent me... She said she called ahead..."

"Ah! Lyra's friend!" Edna interrupted over the last part of his sentence. "Ah yes, come in, dahling, come in."

Edna pushed another button and with a buzz the gates opened that would take him to the building itself. She pressed another door to unlock that one for him. She started on her way upstairs assuming she would be there by the time he made it to the door.

Bakura grinned at the automation, his inner nerd gleeing over the Sci-fi like set up as he walked.

He gave a small polite bow, presenting what Lyra had given him. "This is for you, from Lyra."

Edna had just pulled off the welding mask when she walked up to Bakura. The bow was a bit surprising to her, but she wasn't going to complain. "Wonderful!" Edna said taking the ~~plotdevice~~ item out of his hands.

She was wandering off to put it away in one fluid motion. "Don't just stand there, dahling," She said over her should. "Come in."

Bakura gave a small nod, stepping inside. "Thank you," he said politely, looking around. "You have a really nice place!"

"Thank you, dahling," Edna replied setting the gift on a counter and heading back over to Bakura. "It was all I could do in such a short time."

She walked past him and towards two couches facing each other on either side of a glass coffee table. On the table was a pot of tea and several mugs. Edna knew she would be entertaining and had prepared. It was clear she was waiting for Bakura to sit down.

Bakura blinked a moment before giving a small, almost embarrassed smile and sitting.

If he would have known he was going to be invited in, he would have brought a gift-- though, really, Lyra's errand was like one...

"So," Edna started leaning back on the couch comfortably. "I hope playing errand boy didn't take you out of your way."

"Aa, no, it wasn't any trouble! I wasn't doing anything, after all," Bakura assured with a smile.

"mmhmm" Edna replied. The boy was very agreeable, definitely wanted to him please. Therefore, his answer couldn't necessarily be taken as truth. Finally done moving, Edna took the time to look at her visitor. He seemed nice enough, and she recalled speaking to him over the communicators. However...What on earth was he wearing?

It was like...a polyester monkey suit. "You didn't get pulled away from laundry day, did you?"

Bakura blinked a moment. "Aa-- no, I didn't..."

It was an odd question, to say the least!

And made him a little paranoid that he had somehow already gotten something on his jacket this early in the day.

"Oh...so you chose to wear that," Edna said, disbelief evident in her voice.

"Aaa... u-- un... I did," Bakura faltered a little, wondering if he'd done something wrong. "It hasn't got a stain on it or something, has it?" he fretted, looking down at his shirt.

"No, no stain..." Edna trailed off, noise starting to curl up with distaste.

"Is this some part of a fashion statement, part of a secret identity, or do you just not own a mirror, dahling?"

Bakura blinked again, looking down at his outfit. It wasn't THAT bad... was it? "It's just like something I wore back home." Really, compared to some of the other things people wore back home, this was pretty conservative! No buckles, leather straps or metal spikes or anything!

"aaaah," Edna said, understanding the problem. "Each world has it's fashion I suppose. This world isn't too different from mine, but it's more different than yours, yes?"

She didn't wait for an answer before she continued, "Why didn't you tell me sooner, dahling? Surely you know I can help anyone look their best in modern fashion."

"Aaaa... it's not that different! The world anyway. America's a bit different than Tokyo, and it's about ten years ahead of back home." Bakura rubbed the back of his neck a little.

"I've... never really much thought too much about clothes or fashion... That's more Anzu-chan's thing."

To be fair, the only part of his appearance he really gave much thought was his hair. And that was out of necessity rather than anything else!"

"Ten years is a long time in the fashion world," Edna explained. "No wonder you look like a thrift shop if your clothes are from that long ago. It just won't do, dahling."

Edna, hoped off the couch ready to start working on her new project. Sure she had other things to do with an incoming war, but she could take some time out of her day to help a fashion victim.

Bakura nearly sweatdropped. A thrift shop? These were new clothes! And they'd even been on sale too. Clearance sale at that!

If he had had any idea on anything involving clothing, that might have been a hint right there.

"Aa-- sorry," he appologized with a small bow of his head. Having offending something with this clothing was definitely a first..!

He blinked as Edna got up, getting up as well on reflex politeness, not quite getting what was going on.

The main floor of Edna's compound was set up as a work area, with multiple tables of different fabric and 'normal' projects she was working on for the population at large. The sitting area she had just vacated was off to the side but in clear view of the work stations.

Edna jumped up on a stool next to one of the tables which held a sketch book and a wide array of fabric swatches. "Don't just stand there, dahling. Hurry up now."

"Aaa-- hai!" Bakura exclaimed, hurrying over as instructed, still horribly confused. While he recognized many of the design tools and some of the set up being similar to his studio, he'd never worked with fabric before so there was a lot that was unfamiliar.

That and he had no idea what was being expected of him. He was starting to wonder if Lyra had set up him for something...

"Hi what? you're already here." Edna said, not looking up from her sketchbook. She had traveled to Japan for fashion shows, but hadn't been expected to learn the language.

"So are you looking for something business wear or just something casual to replace the monkey suit?" Edna asked as though Bakura had come there for the purpose of getting her help and it wasn't just being forced on him whether he liked it or not.

"Aaa...I-- I really wasn't looking for anything..." Bakura said timidly, still rather unsure of the situation.

"Replacing the monkey-suit it is," Edna responded flipping through some of her designs. The boy was a fashion victim but he had a nice build, he could be used to model some of the fashions she had already designed. She would tell him that would be expected later, for now she just had to get him out of that outfit.

"You're not allergic to anything, are you dahling?" She shoved a card with wool fabric swatches at him, partly to test colors and also to see if he broke out in a rash from touching it.

"I don't think so..." Bakura blinked at the card before it finally dawned on him what was going on. "Aa... really, it's all right, you don't need to--"

Edna wasn't listening to his protests, as they didn't matter anyway. She was already off of the stool and over by a dress form before Bakura got his half-sentence out anyway.

"This should fit you," she said poking at a half-finished suit. "It's not done yet though, you have to wait until you can wear it."

"Aaa.... really, you don't have to..."

Bakura was pretty sure he wasn't at all being listened to, but still was trying.

Part of him really hoped she wasn't going to expect him to start wearing suits. He didn't want to start looking like a salary man so soon...

Bakura wasn't being listened to. Edna gave him and the dress form an appraising look.

"No you're right!" She exclaimed suddenly. "Completely the wrong color. Don't worry, I'll make it something more suitable."

"That wasn't..."

He let the protest trail off. Aa~aa, it was worse than when Toph or Lyra decided something!

... he was going to have to talk to them when he got back. This really did smell of a setup...

He gave a small, defeated sigh. At least he didn't have anything planned for that afternoon.

Edna did hear the sigh, and gave him a look for it. He didn't want the help of the world's best fashion designer? With what he was wearing he wouldn't know fashion if it came up and bit him in the butt.

"Fine fine, business suit is too much," she conceded. "You want something more casual. Baby-steps."

Bakura's knowledge of fashion was a negative value that was a detriment to his charisma score, that was sure. But he was also a teenaged male, so really, it was to be expected.

"Aa-- sorry, I wasn't meaning to be insulting or anything!" he said quickly at the look. "This just really... wasn't at all what I expected or anything! Clothes and things like that... it's not something at all that I really pay much attention to." As long as what he was wearing was clean, fit him properly and was free of wrinkles or stains, really, what did it matter?

Edna waved him off, but still looked a little put out. "That's very obvious, dahling." She knew he didn't put any thought into it the second he walked in the door.

"I thought kids were more interested in clothes," she said flipping through fabric swatches of different weights of cotton (it was almost summer). "All about getting the opposite sex to pay attention and all that."

"Aaa...." Bakura faltered, rubbing his cheek. The attention of the opposite sex was the LAST thing he wanted. "That sort of thing... I'm not really the type who really wants all that much attention..." he managed.

"You're going to get attention either way, " Edna told him. "But there's good attention and bad attention. Your monkey-suit...bad attention."

She tossed another swatch card at him, this time with cottons and a few linen thrown in. "Which weight?"

"No one's seemed to notice it before..."

He caught the card on reflex, blinking at it a moment. "Is there really a difference...?" he asked timidly, looking over the fabrics. He really hadn't ever given any sort of thought to clothing before. A shirt was a shirt. If it was too heavy, wear it in fall or winter...

"Of course there's a difference," Edna said. "They hang differently. They feel different. I can work with anything but I wanted to know if you had a preference."

Edna was quickly loosing faith in this boys ability to dress himself even with the proper assistance. "Okay, I know what I'm going to do. You come back and pick up the clothes in 2 weeks, okay? Okay."

Dressing himself was one thing. Picking out clothing was another and Bakura was very much of the 'as long as it fits and is socially acceptable' school of clothing. He knew nothing about fabrics past the basic intuitive 'the thicker it is, the warmer it is' and that the scratchier sweaters needed a shirt underneath them.

He blinked a few times. "Eh? Ah-- you-- you really don't have to..." he attempted to protest again.

As with the rest of his protests, Edna wasn't listening. "You just leave everything to me, I'll see you in two weeks to pick up your clothes. I could have them done sooner, but I'm a little busy with super suits right now."

Feeling distinctly as if he were back home listening to Honda prattle on about his latest Big Plan (or really, in a smilar situation with Toph or Lyra or...), Bakura bowed his head slight, trying not to sigh.

Really, you'd think he'd be used to being overridden by now.

"There's no rush, please take your time," he said politely.

"You're too cute," Edna said face down in her sketchbook. "2 weeks is taking my time."

Even though she had other things to be doing, some simple sewing work would be a good breather every once in awhile when the fumes from her new fabrics was too much to take. "I'll see you in two weeks! You tell Lyra I said 'hi'!"

Bakura nodded again with another bow. "I will."

And with that, he took his leave, a little relieved to be out of that situation.

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assuming it's a normal plain clothes suit :)

If it's something weird I'll tell you

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And now replies become delayed as work starts to get going.

*gives tea/coffee*

Ugh

... lemonaid and cookies instead?

the ugh was directed at work, not you :)

aah, good :D

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gives tea/coffee