Happy fiftieth chapter! =)
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"What do you think?" "Puck" asked rhetorically, flourishing his arms in and Evan White fashion.
The doctor smirked as he took in the wine red curly wig that went a little past the swell of where a female's breast would be with fringe bangs that covered the teens left eye. A black hat thing with lots of mesh fabric was on top of his head, it tied with the assistance of black lace under young Spencer's chin. An ash grey corseted dress with a tutu looking skirt and small pieces of fabric for sleeves adorned the teens lithe body, making his skin look even white. Matching ash grey, gothic high heeled boots were on his feet; making him taller (not that it was needed.) A gothic ash grey bracelet with intricate Steam Punk designs on it graced his right wrist and cleverly set the eyes on a path up the pale, scarred arms. The eyes eventually fell upon the grey necklace of two dragons coming together to form a heart, a wine red crystal hung in the open space. The red matched the wig, the wine red lips, and the wine red nails. The casket ring that was settled on his left middle finger was grey on the band and edging, the inside of it was wine red, making it look like satin inside of a casket.
"A unique mixture of creepy and gorgeous." Elder Reid smiled, standing up from the couch.
"Why thank you so much, you're such a gentleman." The teen put on a fake Southern Belle accent as he said this, bringing his right hand up to his mouth like he was genuinely woo'd by the comment.
"I suppose you put what you want me to wear on the bed?"
"Yup yup. You go put that on like a good little boy, and I'll make us some coffee for when we're on the go."
"Or we could just go to Starbucks." The adult laughed, going towards the bedroom.
"I thought you hated going because of the long wait and the annoying cult-like following." The younger male chuckled, continuing the descent to the kitchen.
"Shut up. We'll go and be those annoying script writer types for one day." Doctor Reid chuckled, closing the door to his bedroom so he could get dressed.
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Spencer Austin Reid came out of the room fifteen minutes later. He had on a black shirt that had a list of five things with check mark boxes next to them. It said "gay", "lesbian", "bisexual", "straight", and "Human". All but the word Human were written in white, Human was written in rainbow and the box next to it was checked. It matched his pink and white hat a fair bit. It said "I am…" with the list of "gay", "straight", "bisexual", "trans", all crossed out, And at the bottom it finally said "… A Person". He had on rainbow tennis shoes with white stars on them. Simple black pants were on his legs, and a grey dragon ring with red eyes was on his right middle finger.
"See, now you're making me look bad!" The younger male exclaimed, throwing his arms up. "I'm supposed to be the fashionista… but with you matching our outfits on your own time, it makes me look bad."
"I know that's your version of saying I did good, so thank you muchly."
They both laughed.
"Now don't go stealing my vocabulary." Young Spencer commanded, twirling around in his dress slightly.
"Oh shut up and get in the car." The elder rolled his eyes, heading for the door.
"Fine… but I get to pick the music."
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If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
The song played from "Puck"s IPod through the cord connecting it to the car so that it played through the speakers. Both of the males just sat in silence, letting the song and its meaning sink into them.
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
"I had forgotten how odd Emilie Autumn music was until now." The doctor said, raising his eyes slightly, not looking away from the road.
"But you love her… admit it."
"My possibility of loving her is not an issue."
"HA!" The prostitute shouted victoriously, throwing his head back.
He had a moment of Disney evil villain before going back to his normal self and dancing along to the music playing over the speakers.
"Ya know… some days I feel like you would be happier if you had been born as Scar." The adult smiled, holding his laughter in only slightly.
"Psh and you're telling me you wouldn't be happy if you had been born a Disney character?"
"I am not saying that… I just don't think any sane person would be happy about basically being called Scar."
"Ok, one, he's amazing. And two, I have never claimed to be sane at any point in my life."
"… Fair retort."
"See, this is why I love hanging out with you." Young Spencer smiled, looking over at his cousin. "We can have conversations that have the response 'fair retort' in them. Honestly, who else can I do that with?"
"Um… anyone else you know that has an above average intelligence?"
"Nope! You're the only one. All my other above-average-intelligence friends only talk about the things in their given fields. You're the only one that is still at least partially human."
"Well, everyone at the BAU would beg to differ… but thanks." The elder of the two laughed, pulling into the Starbucks parking lot.
Thank you, kind sirs
You've made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words I'm still afraid to say
I don't mind telling you
Now that I'm old enough to love
I couldn't begin to even if
My pretty life depended on it
And funny thing, it does
Call off the search
We've found her
The line for the drive-thru was long, like you'd expect it to be. When they finally got to the speaker the elder genius turned down the music so it wasn't able to be heard.
"Hello, what can I make for you today?" The overly cheery voice came across the electronic.
"A venti caramel Frappuccino with extra caramel on top, and a venti mocha frappe with no drizzle, just whipped cream." The doctor ordered immediately, already knowing what both of them wanted.
"Alright, please pull up. Have a great day." The person's smiley voice instructed them.
Elder Spencer nodded and pulled forward.
"You ever notice how pretentious ordering at Starbucks makes you sound?" The teen asked from the passenger seat, looking into the mirror he had in front of him.
"…Yea, but it tastes good so I think people overlook it."
"I'm not doubting that it tastes good, I'm just saying that everyone sounds like a tool when they order… this is why everyone hates California."
"Hey! I love California." The adult said offended, turning to look at the youth.
"You should know that when I say everyone, I don't mean you."
Elder Reid rolled his eyes. They were finally at the window so their conversation stopped there. The male working the window opened it, and was given the BAU members credit card before he could say the amount. The adult smiled at the slightly confused Starbucks worker.
"That was also quite pretentious." The prostitute said as the window closed.
"Shut up." The elder rolled his eyes, not paying any attention to his family member.
The window opened again. The credit card and the two drinks were handed to the doctor before the worker said;
"Have a nice day." As a sign of dismissal.
As the two pulled away from the coffee shop, the younger turned up his music again.
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your anti-American dream
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your worst nightmare
Now scream
"I also think we should try to get to a fabric store sometime soon." Young Spencer said as they walked down the sidewalk that lead to the used bookstore.
"Uh… ok. Why?" The elder asked, taking a break from drinking his frilly drink.
"To get the fabric for our cosplays."
"I said I'd think about it."
"And I'm just being prepared for when, uh, I mean IF you say yes." "Puck" had a slight smirk on his face when he said that.
Doctor Reid gave a small scowl, not wanting to admit that his cousin was most likely right.
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"Oh, look, the last Nora! I am so happy! I've been looking for this for two months!" The teen squeed, pulling the book off the shelf to read the back.
"I thought you already had all of those." The elder said, looking away from the yaoi manga in his hand.
"I did but then I loaned them to Kelsey and had to move before she was done reading it, so she has it."
"Why not get her to send it to you?"
"Because it's her first manga ever, and she's very happy to have it. I'll let her keep it, this copy's only three bucks, it's no problem." The youth shrugged, going back to the manga… it only took his seconds to realize what song had just come over the speakers in the building. "Oh my Gotham! I love this song!"
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
"How is this song everywhere we go?" Elder Reid asked, looking around in genuine confusion.
It was one of his cousin's top five favorite songs… and it seemed to follow them.
"I don't know, and I don't care, this song is amazing!" The teen said in a happy voice, starting to twirl around like a ballerina.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
"Please stop twirling." The adult requested, fearing the damage that would happen if the younger male ran into anything.
"Fine." The teen sighed, dropping his arms to his side.
He casually walked over to his cousin, a plan coming into his head as he walked. As soon as he reached the FBI agent, he took his book from him, and immediately started ghetto ballroom dancing with him.
The moves were too elegant to be considered anything that wasn't ballroom, but it was too edgy and unprofessional to be considered ballroom dancing.
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
They did a mini foxtrot, the path of their feet intertwining as they moved down the aisle. The adult wasn't too pleased to be doing it, but the smile on his cousin's face urged him to do it anyway… and not care about the obnoxious stares.
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
The elder twirled the younger in three consecutive circles before taking him back in his arms and continuing the slightly foxtrot.
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
Doctor Reid dipped the prostitute down low as the younger wrapped his leg around the doctors wait to help him remain not on the ground. They slowly came back up as a smattering of people began applauding.
"Can that be all for the day?" The oldest asked a smile on his lips despite his slight embarrassment.
"Suuure… the store owner will probably be back here soon anyway."
The two broke apart and went back to what they were doing before, as if nothing had happened. They both smiled as the music kept playing.
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
No!
"Just get it." "Puck" sighed as he watched his cousin re-read the back of the yaoi manga for the twentieth time.
"I just don't know whether I'll like it." Older Spencer sighed, turning it over to look at the cover.
"It's the first volume; you know how hard that is to find in second hand book stores? And trust me, I've read it. Junjuo Romantica is awesome… you'll love it. You should also check out Loveless, it's not as graphic as Junjuo, but it's still really cute."
"Are you sure I'll like it?"
"More sure than I am that Sam and Dean belong with each other." The youth rolled his eyes, taking the book from his predecessor's hands and dropping it into the basket on his arm.
"You know I'm a Destiel shipper… So that observation doesn't mean much to me."
"Ok, I'm not getting into this… because we've had this fight too many times."
The doctor smirked but let it go.
"Now, pick up the rest of Junjuo, and let's go find Loveless." "Puck" instructed, tossing the book he was looking at into the bag.
He sauntered away with his head back slightly, having a little too much fun (in our lovely Doctors opinion) with the modern-nineteenth century clothing he was sporting.
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"Well, that was fun." The teen smiled as they came out of the book store with many heavy bags full of books.
"Very… thanks for suggesting some... I hope I like them." The adult smiled.
"Psh, I picked them out… how could you not?"
Elder Reid rolled his eyes.
"So, where should we go now?" "Puck" asked his favorite family member.
"Um, well, not the fabric store because we don't even know what fabrics you'll be needing yet." Doctor Spencer said, making the distinction that he was still undecided clear.
"Oh, ye have little faith cousin dearest."
"Letting that one go. How about we just go check out the mall? I know you're dying to go to Hot Topic and Spencer's."
"Oh, you know me so well… if you were in the eighteenth century… I'd let you court me."
"…Letting that one go too." The doctor said, his tone slightly perturbed.
He cracked a smile shortly after though, as his cousin began singing and skipping slightly.
"High hoe, high hoe, it's off to the mall we go!"
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Link to outfits on profile. =)
First song: Gothic Lolita by Emilie Autumn
Second Song: Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas (Sorry, originally it was just gunna be Gothic Lolita, but then… Supernatural… on YouTube…. Fan edit… Sorry)
