[closed] oh, whatever you do, keep it with you

[capcious]

Who: elle, ferran, riley, zetta
Setting: sosufrey verse, pre-war
Summary: a catch-all post for pre-war threads of elle and the reynolds
Warnings: look at the chucklefucks involved and you can probably guess from there
Other: [gifs] [lyrics]

meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall
down by the gate
i got a secret that i might tell
it'll give me away

meet me on the back porch where ivy climbs
where they sat on the swing
soak up the color of the midday sun
while the ocean sings

Comments

[reformedcriminal]

Are you saying that I would pay men of nonexistent morals to stage a kidnapping, just to try to manipulate people's feelings?

[While they're talking, he isn't settling the matter of Elle's clothes, so he glances at Elle and multitasks.]

What do you think of the red flower print dress?

[quixotically]

Are you saying you wouldn't? [Oh, they're splitting the conversation now. This is something Elle has gotten used to with them; they really like their fake arguments. She just doesn't always seem to... get it, sometimes.] Oh! I mean, it's cute, but I don't know... I was looking at this yellow one?

[reformedcriminal]

Hm, that shade of yellow is a bit...out of style right now. I'll get it for you if you want it, but frankly I wouldn't wear that color.

[And then back to Zetta.]

Of course I wouldn't pay them. I'd find people I could seduce, threaten, or blackmail to do my bidding.

[quixotically]

I dunno... Even if it's out of style, I still think it's prettier than the red one. Look, even the flower pattern... Same difference. It doesn't change my point at all.

[reformedcriminal]

Alright, but it should be paired with a sunhat.

Your point being that if you leave me here I'll find some kidnappers to take me to whatever destination I want?

[quixotically]

[Zetta opens her mouth, but doesn't get a chance to say anything before Elle starts bouncing up and down.] Oooh, oooh, so hats are next? Maybe sunglasses, too? [And then she could look like a movie star! In... a dress... that's out of fashion, but whatever. Zetta pinches the bridge of her nose.] Good god, we're never getting out of here.

[reformedcriminal]

Yes, sunglasses as well.

[Ferran moves closer to Zetta.]

Don't worry, I won't let you die of old age in a department store.

[capcious]

Oh, believe me, I'd die of boredom first. And, knowing my luck, I'd be stuck haunting this damn place instead of getting to move on and do anything interesting.

[reformedcriminal]

You'd be a terrifying poltergeist, though. Frighten all the customers away and force the store to close, leaving it a hollowed out husk of itself.

[capcious]

I suppose that'd be fun for a time, but then I'd just end up right back where I started: unbelievably bored.

[reformedcriminal]

Do you need me to entertain you?

[capcious]

[Her voice lowers to a sultry pitch.] Oh, it'll have to do, if you can't do what I really need. [A pause. And then, in her normal voice:] Get me the fuck home before the goddamn game starts.

[reformedcriminal]

I'll get you home in time, but only because I love how worked up you get watching baseball.

And also, that gives us another... [He checks his watch again.] ...fifteen minutes before we need to leave, if I speed on the way home.

[And he always speeds.]

[capcious]

Make it twelve so we can tell Riley you didn't go too fast without lying about it.

[reformedcriminal]

"Too fast" is completely subjective. No matter how fast I go, I can tell Riley that I wasn't going too fast without lying.

[quixotically]

Um... Either way, we should probably get started, or else we're really not gonna have much time.

[reformedcriminal]

You need to try on the dress and make sure it fits properly. Hats are near the dressing room.

[quixotically]

Okay. I'll grab one on the way, then? To show you with it all together?

[reformedcriminal]

Exactly. And then sunglasses on the way out.

[Which he may or may not pay for. He can certainly afford them, but every once in a while he prefers not to. He probably shouldn't shoplift them while he's with Elle, however. She'd probably try to return them.]

[capcious]

'Kay! Be back in a minute. [Zetta watches Elle head off with the yellow dress, practically a skip in her step, and, once again, finds herself baffled at the state of her life at the moment. Adding Ferran to her image of life with Riley wasn't easy, but once she accepted it, he slotted right in like there had been a spot ready and waiting for him all this time. But, with Elle... There's no predicting when Riley will bring a new stray home, but this -- This is different. And it's easy for Riley to get attached to people, but she's even won over Ferran, something Zetta knows is next to impossible. Even Zetta doesn't mind her as much as she does others. But, still, it feels... odd, sometimes.] A minute isn't long enough for a quickie, huh, [she quips dryly.]

[reformedcriminal]

No, but it's long enough to inappropriately make out. [Ferran smirks.]

[capcious]

[Hmm, that's genuinely tempting.] Oh, the sacrifices we make. [Don't mind her if she sidles on up to him.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran scans the area for a hidden corner or...there. By a sale rack. Tucked away, deserted, perfect. The clothes on the rack are so atrocious that they're killing his mood a little, so he turns his back to the sale rack, slips his hand around Zetta's waist, and leads her towards it that way so he doesn't have to look at the appalling patterns and colors. No one should ever wear avocado and goldenrod paisley. No one.]

[capcious]

[Zetta, meanwhile, pays no attention to the sales rack, being far too amused that this really is a thing they're going to be doing. She goes where Ferran ushers, snickering quietly to herself. She doesn't waste time once they're there, turning to go up on her toes and loop her arms around his neck to pull him down to her.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran bends eagerly to kiss Zetta. He doesn't waste any time with gentle kisses now. There's no time for a graduate build up. They only have a minute or so and he's going to make it count. Open mouthed, wet, teasing Zetta's lips with his tongue.]