Back after a long hiatus. Hope this doesn't bore the pants off anyone,
assuming anyone reads it . . .
Disclaimer, you know the drill.
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Family Gatherings (i.e. one's worst nightmare)
By: LC
Chapter 3: Shopping - The Final Touch!
Nagi sighed, repressing the urge to fling everything in his path to the ceiling of the evil building otherwise known as the shopping mall. Just how did he always get himself involved with these ridiculous schemes? Mentally he went down the list as to why they should *not* be where they were.
One. It was not his problem that Crawford had to feed his family such a ridiculous lie. There had to be more than one excuse for not meeting his parents than being the leading man of a fantastic family.
Two. He was sure that there was something in store which would surely spell the death of him. Pity he couldn't pick minds like Schu.
Three. He hated shopping. It was a girl thing. And last time he checked, he was definitely not a girl.
Four. Somehow, they were attracting plenty of attraction. Not at all good for his assassin image. He was pretty sure it had something to do with Farf on a leash (he had chased a female shopper up a three with a dagger the last time he was let loose in a shopping mall, something about the blood of a virgin hurting God), though Schu was not helping matters with his bitching.
Then of course were the reasons as to why he *should* be where they were.
One. There was this fantastic computer system promised.
Two. He could very well not do with a pay cut.
Three. It was vastly amusing, watching his fellow team members pick up what they need. He could have sworn he saw his mighty and strong team leader blush as Schu picked up his pair of leather pants and newest clubbing shirt. The former when worn could very well have been painted onto the German's legs, and the latter did not, in his opinion, come under the category of 'shirt'. Weren't clothes supposed to serve the purpose of covering the body?
The list of pros did not exactly even out with the cons.
By the time the whole team had finished picking out their bribes, they were left with one poorer Crawford and three members grinning from ear to ear. And the situation did an about turn.
Their first stop was some department store for kids, where Nagi found another pro to add to his list of pros and cons.
Four. Finally would he receive a change of clothes. Somehow, his entire team had the impression that a young boy in an unflattering grey uniform would always be underestimated by clients and enemies alike. As much as he hated it, it was true. But there is only so much grey one can bear, and as said before, the uniform would hardly have won any fashion awards.
Though come to think of it, bright orange and green was a bit too much. And he was quite convinced he had no use for a teddy bear, especially not those vacant-eyed ones which were unreasonably huge and furry, coloured a shade of brown so revolting it ]was neither here nor there.
Then came the some tailor's. Poor man, he looked so worn out, Nagi rather doubted his capability of sewing a stitch, much less the four suits he was commissioned to. Of course, this might have had something to do with being stabbed accidentally with his scissors twice, getting strangled by his measuring tape twice and getting poked by pins and needles countless of times in his mad pursuit of Farf all around the shop. The two 'respectable yet casual' suits for the brother-in-law had to be done, along with the two dull (and unreasonably expensive, giving the designs) Armani ones - the parents had to think their son was doing well.
And their last destination? The woman's boutique . . .
Disclaimer, you know the drill.
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Family Gatherings (i.e. one's worst nightmare)
By: LC
Chapter 3: Shopping - The Final Touch!
Nagi sighed, repressing the urge to fling everything in his path to the ceiling of the evil building otherwise known as the shopping mall. Just how did he always get himself involved with these ridiculous schemes? Mentally he went down the list as to why they should *not* be where they were.
One. It was not his problem that Crawford had to feed his family such a ridiculous lie. There had to be more than one excuse for not meeting his parents than being the leading man of a fantastic family.
Two. He was sure that there was something in store which would surely spell the death of him. Pity he couldn't pick minds like Schu.
Three. He hated shopping. It was a girl thing. And last time he checked, he was definitely not a girl.
Four. Somehow, they were attracting plenty of attraction. Not at all good for his assassin image. He was pretty sure it had something to do with Farf on a leash (he had chased a female shopper up a three with a dagger the last time he was let loose in a shopping mall, something about the blood of a virgin hurting God), though Schu was not helping matters with his bitching.
Then of course were the reasons as to why he *should* be where they were.
One. There was this fantastic computer system promised.
Two. He could very well not do with a pay cut.
Three. It was vastly amusing, watching his fellow team members pick up what they need. He could have sworn he saw his mighty and strong team leader blush as Schu picked up his pair of leather pants and newest clubbing shirt. The former when worn could very well have been painted onto the German's legs, and the latter did not, in his opinion, come under the category of 'shirt'. Weren't clothes supposed to serve the purpose of covering the body?
The list of pros did not exactly even out with the cons.
By the time the whole team had finished picking out their bribes, they were left with one poorer Crawford and three members grinning from ear to ear. And the situation did an about turn.
Their first stop was some department store for kids, where Nagi found another pro to add to his list of pros and cons.
Four. Finally would he receive a change of clothes. Somehow, his entire team had the impression that a young boy in an unflattering grey uniform would always be underestimated by clients and enemies alike. As much as he hated it, it was true. But there is only so much grey one can bear, and as said before, the uniform would hardly have won any fashion awards.
Though come to think of it, bright orange and green was a bit too much. And he was quite convinced he had no use for a teddy bear, especially not those vacant-eyed ones which were unreasonably huge and furry, coloured a shade of brown so revolting it ]was neither here nor there.
Then came the some tailor's. Poor man, he looked so worn out, Nagi rather doubted his capability of sewing a stitch, much less the four suits he was commissioned to. Of course, this might have had something to do with being stabbed accidentally with his scissors twice, getting strangled by his measuring tape twice and getting poked by pins and needles countless of times in his mad pursuit of Farf all around the shop. The two 'respectable yet casual' suits for the brother-in-law had to be done, along with the two dull (and unreasonably expensive, giving the designs) Armani ones - the parents had to think their son was doing well.
And their last destination? The woman's boutique . . .
