tampered | Log: OnGoing

Log: OnGoing

When; Saturday, Aug. 11th, afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; Elena

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Summary; Dress shopping between a gay man and a female Turk. No pink poofy dresses allowed.
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The number of dresses that Elena owned, both back home and here in the City, probably numbered under ten total. It wasn't that she absolutely hated wearing them, but rather she didn't really like wearing them. They were easier to move in with some regards, but in other ways they were much harder to get around in. And with her job being what it was, dresses weren't exactly the best thing to wear when a person considered the nature of it. Plus, there was a certain mindset when men saw a woman in a dress back in Midgar.

So, once she had been freed from the enforced uniforms of her high school education, Elena hadn't bothered to keep up with any kind of fashion trend and had, quite happily, packed up or given away all her old dresses.

Which was why she needed help in finding one now. Other than knowing what she wouldn't wear, Elena was fairly at a loss of what to wear for certain occasions. Which was why when Vash had offered, she was happy to accept. And that acceptance was why she was currently sitting by the fountain, waiting for his arrival. She'd dressed down since there was the chance that she'd have to try on clothing and the process would be faster if she didn't have to deal with a full uniform.

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Vash couldn't help but wonder what the heck he was doing as he went to meet Elena. At the moment he was having flashbacks to that high school curse when he helped Belle pick out a dress and ended up being forced to wear his hair down.

Well, not this time. No way. Change wasn't his thing.

Vash suddenly paused and looked down at his "normal" clothes, which he had been borderline-forced to wear unless he had a good reason to wear his real "normal" clothes. Tch, okay, so maybe he was still vulnerable to convincing...

But his clothes weren't the point. Elena needed an opinion, and Vash had offered one, so here he was. Dress-shopping. ...Geez. Well, he could always check out some of the other ladies browsing the store. He may have been sleeping with a guy, but that certainly didn't mean he'd stopped appreciating the female form.

But anyway--

"Hey, Elena!" he said cheerfully as he walked up to her.

If there was one thing that Elena tended to forget about Vash, was just how tall he actually was. The guy was just normally so sweet and cheerful that Elena forgot that he was rather physically intimidating. Height aside though, Elena knew that, even if she did tend to overlook such things as Vash's height, for all his sweetness, it didn't mean that Vash couldn't take care of himself. It was just something that was rather noticeable from a quick glance.

"Hey yourself," Elena greeted, casually waving one hand in greeting. Standing up and dusting off her pants, more out of habit than anything else, she gave Vash a small smile. She really was quite grateful for his help with this little venture.

"Thanks for coming to help me with this. Dresses aren't really my area of expertise, so anyone's opinion is more than welcome."

"It's no problem, really!" Vash said, returning the smile. "I didn't have much to do today, and I don't mind offering advice for this sort of thing!"

He turned and did a quick scan of the surrounding shops. This was going to be an adventure.

"How about that place over there?" he suggested, pointing with a gloved finger. "Are you wanting something fairly fancy?"

They'd only just began and already Elena was at a mild loss at what to say. "Uh... I don't know?"

Flushing, Elena gave Vash a sheepish look as she looked towards the store he pointed to and then back at him. She really did not know just what she was looking for, but anything too fancy might not have been it. Or maybe it was. Either way, she wasn't too sure of the answer. This was why she needed help.

"What's normally a good idea to wear for a private celebration?"

Vash just stared at her. They were still talking about dress shopping, right? Oh man, he hoped so. He drew the line at lingerie shopping.

"Um... What's the occasion?" he hesitantly ventured. "Like, a dinner date?"

"I was thinking of something like that," Elena admitted, not realizing the implications of what she had said and asked. She was still mulling over whether or not a fancy dress would be appropriate for what she had in mind. Honestly, she thought it might be a little overkill, but there was a chance that it wouldn't be.

"But aside from suits and black, I have no idea what clothes would fit a date situation."

Vash pondered this for a while. He honestly wasn't sure how fancy would be too fancy, but two heads were better than one, right?

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "We can start with simple, fairly casual dresses and work our way up and see what you think would work best."

He wondered what Meryl would wear. She seemed fairly close to Elena as far as personality and stuff went. But he'd never seen her in a dress either.

This was going to be tricky.

"That's probably the best way to go about it," Elena agreed. Which meant that the store Vash had pointed out in the first place probably wouldn't be a good choice to start off with.

"Just... Nothing pink," Elena amended with a slight grin. There would be only two people, and two people ever to be able to get her to even consider the possibility of wearing pink. And both had already achieved that goal quite easily, so there was no one else who might have done the same.

Well, no one in the City still anyway.

"No pink, don't worry," Vash agreed, starting for a store. "I still think you'd look nice in blue."

Beyond that he wasn't sure what to suggest. It wasn't like he was really skilled at this sort of thing. ...Was there an art to this? There probably was... This was starting to seem a bit daunting.

Blue was a nice color to suggest, even Elena could agree with that much. It wasn't horribly bright or eye-burning and she could very easily pull the color off. Of course, a lot of people could, but it still didn't lessen how nice the color was on a whole and as a suggestion.

Gesturing with her head towards another store, Elena stuffed her hands in her pockets and took a half-step towards the direction indicated. She wasn't one for most physical contact, even casually with a friend, so body language would have to do as much for her as that could have.

"Lets get started then, shall we?"

Vash nodded and followed Elena into the store. He noted with an air of amusement that they both shared a sense of being at a total loss as he scanned the interior.

"So," he said. "Do you prefer longer skirts or shorter ones?

Elena was pretty sure that her initial response to the question wasn't the answer that Vash had in mind. That short skirts were nice because it was easier to move in them, but longer ones had the benefit of being able to hide a lot more under them. So she played it safe and thought for a moment before answering.

"Maybe something in the middle? Though short is fine too," Elena said hesitantly, picking her words and going over her choices.

Vash considered this and scanned the store for their options before pointing to a deep blue sundress that looked like it would fall below Elena's knees.

"How about something like that? Or would you rather have something with sleeves?"

If he could just figure out the basic shape of what she liked in dresses, they'd be able to move this along a lot faster...

"I... I'm not sure," Elena admitted. She wasn't ashamed of her arms, though there were a few, very minor ones really, scars on her arms, but they were very faint and hard to see, even when her arms were bare. She certainly wouldn't be uncomfortable with showing them off though.

"It's nice, but I'm not sure if it would be right?"

Elena shrugged helplessly. She was so very much in over her head about all of this.

Vash fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose for fear of making it seem he really hated being there. Not that he was having the time of his life, but he didn't want to insult Elena.

"Okay," he said decisively, "Exactly what sort of occasion is this? You said a date, right? What are you going to be doing? Is it for a special purpose?"

Vash suddenly heard the words 'what are you going to be doing' come from his mouth and proceeded to have a panic attack.

"N-not that I'm trying to pry or anything! I don't need to know EXACTLY what you're going to be doing! Afterwards, I mean! OH GOD, PRETEND I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!"

Salvage! Salvage!!

"What I mean is... Are you going out dancing, out to a restaurant, staying in, or something else?"

At first, Elena could only blink in confusion, not quite understanding why Vash was suddenly having a fit and over-reacting the way he was. Replaying his words in her head, Elena figured out the reason a second later and burst out laughing. Bringing up a hand to cover her mouth to try and muffle some of the sound, it was still very obvious just what it was that Elena was doing.

"It's an anniversary," Elena responded, once she had finally calmed down enough to speak, though there was still a large grin on her face. "Six months of dating someone here in this City."

"As for the plans... I haven't completely decided on just what it is that I want to do."

Vash pretended to be insulted by the laughter, but perked up a little at her reply.

"Oh, really? Congratulations! You should wear something really nice then!"

He turned back to scan the selection again and pointed out a sleeveless dress with a small jacket over it.

"How about that? It's blue. Sort of dark, but I think that makes it look nicer."

Thankfully for Elena, her laugher from before kept her calm enough not to flush over the response given by Vash at her little announcement. It was something special to her, but for anyone else to say it... It made sense though.

"Thanks." Then, turning to look at the dress, Elena raised a finger to tap on her chin in thought, tilting her head to the side slightly. "It is rather nice, but don't you think it kind of looks like what I normally wear?"

"Oh, you're right," Vash said. "How about that one?"

This time he pointed to a longish light blue dress.

"It looks swishy," he remarked. Then blinked at his own words and added, "I'm not sure why that's important, but I thought I'd point it out. I suppose a better term to use is 'provides ease of movement'."

"Stating that it provides ease of movement might have been the better choice given my own disposition," Elena teased with a snicker. After all, that had been her initial thought process, and the second kind of thought had only come afterwards.

"But swishy works too. As does the choice that the word fits for."

"Yeah, yeah," Vash said flippantly. "Are you going to try it on or do you not care for swishy things?"

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