A/N: Whazzat? I got other fics to update? Oh… well, not yet.
Feitan in a clothing shop
Feitan sat, currently pondering just how he got into this situation.
The women's clothing store was warm from all the bodies shifting and getting heated over each other.
No, not like that.
It was a sixty percent sale day, and even if the shoes or top didn't fit, someone was going to buy it. Oh, right, what he was doing there.
Shizuku was in a small underwear section, picking out whatever undergarments she wanted. Ah, that's right, to really understand one bust go a bit farther back.
See now, Chrollo had some personal business to take care of that involved Phinx, Feitan's usual partner in hate crimes. Franklin, Shizuku's basic guardian and living reminder, had been needed as well. Hisoka was off doing who knows what, so a little re-arrangement was in order until they returned.
And so, Feitan had ended up with Shizuku. The girl claimed she needed to go to the mall because wearing the same underwear for so long was…. Something Feitan chose not to pay attention to. She had forgotten as well. Naturally, there were some discrepancies.
Remember that coin toss they did? Well, it was either stay at the hangout for heads, or go shopping with Shizuku on tails. Tails it was.
Now, one would be wondering, why wouldn't she just steal them? Well, she was. Though she'd rather know if she was grabbing the right sizes, and if she wanted the kitty patterns or the teddy bear. Then she needed a new sweater for the winter, and warmer pants, and maybe some better shoes.
Oh, Pakunoda was there as well. Because the woman just needed new makeup. But no, she couldn't just swipe any foundation. She needed the exact tone lest she accidently pick up Earth Tone 1 or Egg Shell 2.
Machi was there too, being Pakunoda's partner and all. And since she was there she may as well pick up some new shorts because her current ones were too small, which was odd because she watched her diet like she would a target.
Right, and Feitan had to sit through all of it.
He positioned himself out of the way of all the chaos in a love seat that left his feet an inch off the ground.
"Aww, I wonder if he's that young ladies son." One said.
"Look at his face, he's much too old for that. Though handsome, he is on the short side." Another said.
A bulky man carrying a woman's purse sat down on the sofa diagonal to him. Feitan paid him no mind for the first few minutes, then the bigger man spoke.
"Man, these sale days are always a bummer to deal with. Am I right?"
The short man gave him the best death glare he could muster. Only for the man to laugh.
"Oh boy, you really got it bad dontcha? Let me guess, wife right?"
No, that must have been his second best death glare because the next, he believed, would have been a torture technique on its own.
The man held his sides as he struggled to breath, chuckling the whole time.
"Wow, they say eyes are the window to the soul. You must have been through a rough day then. Ah, I can't wait to get home after this. Gonna grab a cold one and pray I won't miss the highlights for the Ricardo Gulls."
A disgruntled growl came from Feitan's throat as he stared ahead and willed himself to keep the skin attached to the other man's body. They couldn't make a scene after all. Right. No scene making, which meant that Feitan had to sit in the overly crowded women's store while his partner spent who knows how long staring at panties.
Finally, she walked up to him and asked. "Hey Feitan, what are we doing here?"