Frills
"Joey! Joey Wheeler!"
Yugi looked up as a boy around fifteen years old rushed into the shop, holding a large box under one arm and a shopping bag in the other. He had spiky brown hair and brown eyes that radiated panic and chaos. He took pity on the boy.
"Can I help you?"
The boy looked up at him in confusion, then sighed and nodded slowly. "I'm looking for Joey Wheeler. It's an emergency."
"Um… Okay. He should be here in a few minutes with my other friends. If you wait, you can talk to him then."
"Okay," the boy replied, walking up to the counter and looking at some of the cards. "No wonder Joey likes it here. Duel Monsters." He grinned. "I should have known."
"Oh? How do you know him?" Yugi asked, tilting his head.
The boy looked up at him and the grin turned absolutely feral. "He's my cousin."
"…Why do I not like the look you're giving me?"
"So then he tells me that since we've been living together for five months I should speak like an educated human and not bark like a mutt and—" As Joey stepped inside and looked toward the counter, he cut himself off with a gasp and pointed at the boy. "Demon!"
"Hey! My name's Damon!" the brunet exclaimed indignantly. "And anyway, I'm here to ask you a favor from sis—"
The older teen seemed beside himself. "The spawn of Satan has sent her minions after me! Now I'm gonna have to relocate and change my name and—"
"Shut up, dog breath!" Damon ordered, shoving the large box at him. "And put this on! Chris says the skirt's too short and the chest is too loose! She's in Germany for the next week so I need you to try this on!"
Joey scowled. "Give me one good reason why I should!"
"Because sissy said that if you don't, certain photos are going to find their way into certain hands."
The blond glared at him for a few seconds more before snatching the box and storming past the counter into the back room. "You two better love me for this!"
"…Okay, what just happened there?" Tristan asked, frowning.
"Um… Well, Joey called that boy the spawn of Satan's minion, and then he made a fuss about something and went to the back room," Ryou answered, frowning slightly.
Damon smiled. "Well, my sister needs this outfit for one of her fashion shows, and I need to make some alterations. Since she and Joey are pretty much the same size, I use him instead of her all the time!"
"…I see why he considers you a demon. That's just cruel."
Yugi tilted his head. "He does this for you often?"
"Yeah. He pretends to hate it, but when she asks, he does anything for her," Damon explained, opening his grocery sack and pulling out a sewing kit and various spools of threads. "I think he secretly likes wearing the dresses though."
"Say that again and I'll kill you," Joey muttered, sulking out of the back room with his arms across his chest. "The chest is a little loose. I mean, I know she has a small chest, but really, unless she went from an A-cup to a C-cup—"
Damon scowled. "That was so not my fault! I know my sister's cup size! This was pre-made by those morons who think they have a sense of fashion!"
"Those morons better watch out for when Chris finally lets you release your line of clothes," the blond replied, holding his arms out. "Okay, fix me." He sighed as the younger boy practically pounced on him, already altering the dress with a prepared needle and thread, then frowned. "And watch where you stick that thing. No matter how many times you poke me with it, it's still gonna hurt."
At this, his friends began to laugh hysterically, leaving poor Damon to blink in confusion. "…What's so funny…?"
"…Nothing, Damon. Just keep altering this."
"Okay."
Ryou tilted his head and leaned down slightly to look closer at Joey's skirt. "Is it supposed to be that frilly?"
"She wanted me to put more frills in so it poofed up a little more," Damon explained, making the blond lift his arms. "She said she wants it to show enough ass to make men come after her."
"I thought she had a boyfriend."
"Uh, hello. She sells this dress."
"True."
"Okay, bend over. I need to put the frills in. See? No more than fifteen minutes in this dress and you get a big check at the end of the month."
"Whatever."
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Seto sighed and ran a hand through his hair; he really didn't want to be doing this. But, then again, he was the one that had insulted his lover and he was the one that ended up getting punched in the stomach for it. That's how he knew that he'd done something terribly wrong. Now he had to find Joey and apologize for it.
Opening the door of the Turtle Game Shop, he lifted his head. "Is Joey he—"
…He'd never realized how good his puppy looked in a French maid costume.
The main color of the dress was a pretty golden-yellow color. Over the skirt part was a small white apron that clung to it, still showing off the shape of the dress and the shape of the person wearing it. The skirt was pleasantly short, and he guessed that if the puppy turned around and bent over, he'd see just enough to want to see more.
Joey blushed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "H-hey, Seto. …What are you doing here?"
Seto smirked. "Kidnapping you."
"Kidnap— You're what?! Wait, what are you doing— Aaahhhh!" The blond let out a yelp as the taller teen threw him over his shoulder. "Wait! This isn't even my dress! Hey, what are you— Seto! Seto, wait! Seto!"
"…Will I ever get that dress back?" Damon asked, looking up at Tristan in confusion as his cousin was carried out on a strange man's shoulder.
The taller brunet placed a hand on his shoulder. "Kid, I wouldn't bet on it."