tampered | LOG; ongoing

LOG; ongoing

When; April 17
Rating; G
Characters; Akito [

attackshark] & Freyjadour [

dawn_shower]
Summary; A discussion about Frey's gender leads to one about crossdressing and, in turn, an offer to go clothes shopping.
Log;

Akito glanced behind his shoulder at the two crocodiles that followed leisurely at his heels. It was a little strange, having large reptilians constantly around him, but the boy had quickly become used to it. He only checked them to make sure they didn't attack people (and they hadn't yet, thankfully) and were keeping pace. He didn't exactly what to leave them behind, either...

He (and they) made it to the fountain quickly enough, and Akito perched on the edge while the crocodiles slipped into the water for a quick swim. The boy sat with his legs swinging, waiting for his friend to appear, but keeping in mind that Freyjadour was no longer a boy sharing gender issue woes but a... girl.

Akito still found the City largely confusing, but at least he had friends.

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Heads turned as Frey walked through the City, more so than usual. Normally his clothes would catch a few glimpses but today it was that and…well he wasn’t quite sure what. Or rather she wasn’t quite sure. Jowy had compared him to Jeane and maybe that wasn’t too far off, with the way people were looking at her. It wasn’t a big deal. Frey didn’t mind so long as no one touched her.

The square was no less busy than usual, some curse days had the crowd’s diminished but this one wasn’t particularly dangerous. Except people seemed to be shying away from a certain section of the fountain. Courtesy of two fully grown crocodiles swimming in the ever luminescent water. “Akito,” Frey called out softly, not used to the sound. It was lighter and gentler, somehow feminine even though it was barely a tone higher than his voice when he was male.

She hadn’t intended to upset Akito with her inquiry. It had seemed harmless enough but even over the computer he could tell that Akito’s dropped at the mention of that person he was helping. Ikki? And Ringo? Well she wouldn’t bring it up again, it wasn’t her place to pry. But maybe she could help get his mind off it a little.

Akito looked up at Frey as he—she, rather—approached, and he offered her a quiet smile. It was the first time they had met in person, and Frey was indeed pretty, but Akito knew she was really male and had absolutely no interest in her anyway. After all, he had Ikki—

... Ah. No, it's better if he wasn't reminded of that.

"Hi, Frey-san," he greeted, pushing those thoughts out of his mind. "How are you doing?"

“I’m well,” Frey replied brightly, offering Akito a cheerful smile. At the very least she could try not to be a downer. She felt guilty for bringing up something that probably ruined Akito’s day even if it was inadvertent.

“I’ve never gone shopping for clothing before,” she murmured absently as she peered curiously at the crocodiles. They were certainly large but they didn’t seem particularly violent or aggressive.

Akito hopped off the fountain edge, and the crocodiles took that as a signal that it was time to leave. The boy ignored them, however, and kept his attention on Frey. Anything to keep his mind off the possibility that he had to fight yet another person for Ikki's affection.

"It's a lot of fun!" the boy chirped, forcing a smile. At least Agito's presence in the back of his mind was comforting. "I've done it enough times before, but never shopping for dresses. Well... except that one time we were in Kyoto." He didn't explain more beyond that.

He tugged on Frey's sleeve and pointed in the direction of the market. "Should we look there first? There are some vendors still open."

“Almost everything I own is tailored, back home the most shopping I did was for supplies or runes or armor,” Frey replied as she took Akito’s hand automatically. She knew the other boy wasn’t so much younger than her but it was just instinct and somehow it was easier to be affectionate and tactile as a girl.

She glanced back at the crocodiles following Akito, odd but they seemed to have no inclination to attack any of the strangers they were passing. “Lets take a look at the vendors,” she replied brightly a few baubles catching her eye. She’d never had any interest in jewelry or the like…hopefully it was just another side effect of the curse. Just that earring that Father had given him would be quite enough, he didn’t need an excess interest in jewels and diamonds.

Akito tilted his head to the side, curious. "Runes? And armor too? Are you a knight, Frey-san?" He knew the City had a wide variety of people, from all times and ages and cultures, and he'd met quite a few interesting ones. But a knight? A real knight? It was too amazing for comprehension.

But then the boy remembered Frey's current state, and as they passed stalls of jewelry, Akito's awed expression turned into one of delight. "But you're a princess today! Or the lady of a knight, or something."

“You don’t have knights where you come from either, Akito?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head. Knights weren’t common, no actually they were quite a rarity. It was high honour to be a part of any knightly order but they were famous and well-known, a definite presence back home. It was strange to come here and find so many in awe of knights not because of their status but because those people were only acquainted to knights in fairytales. “A prince…but I’ll be a Queen’s Knight when I go home,” it was something that she had great pride in; not just any knight but a Queen’s Knight, not just any queen but Lymsleia. Even today she wore the armor she had donned during the war, painful as the ordeal had been that fight was now such a part of who she was she couldn’t bear to take it off and dress casually on a regular basis.

Frey couldn’t help the soft giggle that bubbled from her lips. Such a strange sound, as a boy she’d never giggle, laugh yes but there was some distinction between the two, one that she’d previously not noticed. “I guess I am a princess today. But just today,” she’d probably regret it tomorrow how in touch she was being with her feminine side but it was fairly harmless…might as well whatever made her happy today.

"Nope! Just Kings and Queens," the boy replied, though he was quite sure he wasn't talking abou the kings and queens that Frey was familiar with. Akito wondered briefly if, since Frey was a prince and a knight, he would be any good at AT enough to be a King-in-training. Even if he wasn't, Akito was still happy that he had a couple of friends with him who were interested in the game.

That reminded him of his mission to find ATs for Adam. So, letting go of Frey's hand, he dashed ahead a few steps, taking in the entirety of the market as best he could for the first time. It was a busy place, even for the time of day, and he was sure that he would lose sight of Frey if he didn't check back often. At least Akito was certain of his crocodiles.

But no luck yet. The two would have to search further.

Frey followed Akito closely, so as to not lose him though it wouldn’t be hard to locate the other boy given the crocodiles following him. The crowds around the stalls gave the beasts a wide berth leaving an open path wherever Akito and Frey went.

“What are you looking for?” she asked curiously as they browsed the next stall, eyeing the wide array of merchandise. The City would be the City, even their vendors seemed to be a weird mishmash of what Frey had come to associate with norm to things that were puzzling just in their shape, nevermind function. Spoons, a ball of yarn that seemed to take its colour directly from a rainbow, what looked like a brick but weighed less than a sponge…a pendant that looked like a vibrant blue starburst. She picked it up, examining it in the light. It was the colour of Lyon’s eyes.

[ooc; sorry for how long that took :x I got caught up in comment spam and other plots D;]

The boy peered close at the pendant Frey had picked up with wide, attentive eyes. He'd never seen anything like it before. Of course, he didn't fancy jewelry much. He had no qualms about wearing dresses and other girly clothes, but he never really had a taste for jewelry either. Agito did like gloves, though.

He turned his gaze at Frey to answer her question. "I'm looking for a pair of ATs. They're shoes with wheels on them, and they let you do cool tricks in the air. I have my own pair, but my friend Adam is interested in it, and he doesn't have any."

She set the pendant back down, looking through the rest of the merchandise. “Shoes with wheels? That’s something from your world, right?” Frey tried to picture what that would look like, it was difficult to imagine. “I’m sure we can find it somewhere in this city, I’ve found things from my world here as well… I’d like to see what they look like too.”

Frey certainly didn’t see anything that looked like shoes with wheels, “Maybe the next stall?” She walked along the line of vendors. “Are those it?” she asked pointing to a pair of tattered roller-skates. They looked odd, definitely not for walking or hiking across the green plains that made up a good portion of Falena’s land.

Akito followed Frey as they weaved through the crowd, passing stalls of various trinkets that Akito may or may not have seen before, but he wasn't particularly interested. Instead, he glanced over at the direction Frey indicated and shook his head. "No, those are just roller skates. ATs are... hm..."

And then there they were, tucked in a small booth a short distance away. On the display were various wheels and parts, and stacked behind those were whole shoes in boxes. Grabbing Frey's hand, Akito pulled her towards the stall, a wide smile on his face.

"Here they are!" he exclaimed with glee, picking up a pair of orange-and-black wheels with decorative tiger stripes along the side. "Ikki-kun will be really happy! Adam too!" And Agito, he added mentally. He didn't need Frey to learn about his other personality yet.

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