Chapter Three: Mallrats
"First stop- Lord and Taylor. You'll need a suit if you want to get a job."
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"Next- Hot Topic- pants, shirts, and all sorts of cool stuff." She held up a pair of black pants, baggy, accented with a couple silver zippers, and handed it to him, along with several different t-shirts, each with a different witty saying on them, and some Gir (a/n: INVADER ZIM!) socks.
"Um, Len, are you sure this is what people are wearing?"
"Never question me."
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Len shoved Legolas towards a JCPenny salesperson.
"My friend just came from Costa Rica- he needs some new *ahem* understuff."
"Looks a bit pale for Costa Rica- but never mind, we'll see what we can find." Len ran out quickly.
Half an hour later, they came out of the store to find Len sitting on a bench, scaring random passerbys. Legolas was blushing furiously. Len stood up and inspected the new elf, made from all the best shops in the mall. "Much better."
She paused, glancing at his long, blonde hair. "I think we can leave the hair. This is NY. Random freaks go around unnoticed- as long as they aren't TOO freaky. Besides, I know all elves have long hair." She ran an hand through her own straight, ear-cropped, brown hair thoughtfully. "That reminds me. I need to wash mine." she said, starting to walk away. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"So now all that we need to do is get you settled into Kestrel's room. Just stay away from the closet- you don't want to know what's in there, trust me- and the 'daisies' in the living room- they're crossbred with Hungarian Carnivorous Choking Vines."
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They stood in Kestrel's doorway. Legolas' jaw dropped. Before them stood a sea of pink, swathed in ribbons, bows, fluff, and stuffed animals.
"H-how old is Kestrel?" Legolas said in a whisper, leaning towards Len.
"18. I know. It's sad." Legolas nodded in agreement. Len tossed the numerous bags onto the quilted bed and walked out. She called over her shoulder from the hallway:
"I'll order Chinese- you DO know how to use chopsticks, right?"
"Yes- mostly. sort of. a little. no, not really."
"First stop- Lord and Taylor. You'll need a suit if you want to get a job."
~*~
"Next- Hot Topic- pants, shirts, and all sorts of cool stuff." She held up a pair of black pants, baggy, accented with a couple silver zippers, and handed it to him, along with several different t-shirts, each with a different witty saying on them, and some Gir (a/n: INVADER ZIM!) socks.
"Um, Len, are you sure this is what people are wearing?"
"Never question me."
~*~
Len shoved Legolas towards a JCPenny salesperson.
"My friend just came from Costa Rica- he needs some new *ahem* understuff."
"Looks a bit pale for Costa Rica- but never mind, we'll see what we can find." Len ran out quickly.
Half an hour later, they came out of the store to find Len sitting on a bench, scaring random passerbys. Legolas was blushing furiously. Len stood up and inspected the new elf, made from all the best shops in the mall. "Much better."
She paused, glancing at his long, blonde hair. "I think we can leave the hair. This is NY. Random freaks go around unnoticed- as long as they aren't TOO freaky. Besides, I know all elves have long hair." She ran an hand through her own straight, ear-cropped, brown hair thoughtfully. "That reminds me. I need to wash mine." she said, starting to walk away. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"So now all that we need to do is get you settled into Kestrel's room. Just stay away from the closet- you don't want to know what's in there, trust me- and the 'daisies' in the living room- they're crossbred with Hungarian Carnivorous Choking Vines."
~*~
They stood in Kestrel's doorway. Legolas' jaw dropped. Before them stood a sea of pink, swathed in ribbons, bows, fluff, and stuffed animals.
"H-how old is Kestrel?" Legolas said in a whisper, leaning towards Len.
"18. I know. It's sad." Legolas nodded in agreement. Len tossed the numerous bags onto the quilted bed and walked out. She called over her shoulder from the hallway:
"I'll order Chinese- you DO know how to use chopsticks, right?"
"Yes- mostly. sort of. a little. no, not really."