Late Night Owl
Disclaimer: The list of things that I do not own includes but is not restricted to: Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, which Omi refers to, Weiss, and Starbucks.
Chapter three: "Does This Make Me Look Fat?"
No!" cried the distraught Youji. "That *so* does not work! It's just- no!" Frustrated, he began pulling on his long blond hair before he realized what he was doing and stopped. That could cause split ends. He'd better be more careful in the future.
"Oh, I don't know," said Ken. "I rather like it." A sudden thought struck him, and he turned so he could view his side in the mirror. "Except. does this make me look fat?"
The shocked Aya snorted at the relative obscurity of the question.
"No, it doesn't," the self-designated fashion consultant of the group admitted as he took his sunglasses off, "but," he snarled, "it does not bring out the natural highlights in your hair!"
"But it *does* bring out my eyes!" Ken yelled in defense. This was true. The dark green shirt did seem to do that. "And it does wonders for my complexion!"
Sighing as he viewed the argument while standing next to Aya, Omi began to dig in his pocket for change. Finding the correct amount, he turned to the older man and said, "You win. They are practically a couple of gay designers, like on TV, after all."
The winner of the bet merely extended his hand, palm up, to collect the money, before placing it in his pocket.
Soon after the exchange Omi ran off, seeing Youji about to strangle Ken.
"Calm down, Youji!" urged an anxious Omi, nervously glancing towards the people who were pausing to watch. "If you don't stop, we'll get thrown out of this store as well!"
In the last store they had been in, the men of Wiess had been politely but firmly told to never enter the shop again. Unless they wanted to earn a restraining order, that is. The manager there, never one to pass up a sale, had been careful to tell them this *after* they bought the clothes for Omi, of course. All this was due to their supposed assault on one of the employees there.
It was not, Aya thought, their fault. Well, he admitted as he allowed his gaze to flicker briefly towards the young blond (who was currently trying to act as a mediator for Ken and Youji), not exactly. It was just because saleslady fainted when she got a good look at Omi dressed up like- like that. And the blood on the carpet from the nosebleed she got didn't help their case. She did not, however, wake up in time to help testify their case.
The redhead went back to watching (with some amusement) the scene play out between the other three members.
"We might get thrown out anyway, Omi, because Ken's erroneous fashion sense will scare away customers," Youji said between gritted teeth. He was, Aya decided, probably not going to have any brain damage despite the intensity of his banging his head against the wall. His skull was far too thick for that.
"Hey! I resent that!" Ken, the speaker of that statement, didn't deserve the grief that the tall blond was giving him. He actually looked pretty good. Evidently, the brunette also had an eye for fashion.
"But-"
Cutting Youji off, Omi again tried to make peace. "Now, Youji." he started.
The youngest member of Wiess was back in his normal clothes, and looked like his innocent self again. This made the tall redhead more relieved than he liked to admit. For reasons that he would rather not admit either. He decided he didn't like the way he felt so whatever it was when he saw Omi in that outfit. Normally, almost against his will Aya felt slightly drawn to the blond already, but.
Not liking where it was going, he decided to put the thought out of mind.
"Don't you agree, Aya?" The object of his thoughts (not that he would admit that, of course) was looking at him expectantly. He must have zoned out.
Panicking, the leader of the group said the only thing that came to mind: "Hn."
Omi turned around to face the other two, evidently satisfied. "See? He thinks so too!"
The redhead nearly relaxed (how un-Aya like!) with relief.
"Just let Ken buy this outfit. It could be worse, right?" Youji nodded sullenly, much like an upset three-year old who would have liked very much to throw a tantrum. Omi continued, still using the tone of voice that one reserved for little children. "Then, we'll just buy clothes for Aya, and we'll go home. After all, it's been a very exciting day, and I'm sure we're all a little high-strung from it."
Ken smiled, happy that he had gotten his pick.
Youji turned towards Aya with the maniac glint back in his eyes.
Previous calm gone, the mentioned redhead was the only one of the group who did not find any of this reassuring, evidently.
Review and I'll give you a cookie. Wait- I'm sorry, that was a lie. But if you review I will be very grateful and I just might write faster, which is not as good as a cookie, but it's something, right?
To all who reviewed: I love you! After I read the reviews, I so HAPPY, and I think my mother was probably considering tranquilizers, since I was practically bouncing off the walls.
Disclaimer: The list of things that I do not own includes but is not restricted to: Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, which Omi refers to, Weiss, and Starbucks.
Chapter three: "Does This Make Me Look Fat?"
No!" cried the distraught Youji. "That *so* does not work! It's just- no!" Frustrated, he began pulling on his long blond hair before he realized what he was doing and stopped. That could cause split ends. He'd better be more careful in the future.
"Oh, I don't know," said Ken. "I rather like it." A sudden thought struck him, and he turned so he could view his side in the mirror. "Except. does this make me look fat?"
The shocked Aya snorted at the relative obscurity of the question.
"No, it doesn't," the self-designated fashion consultant of the group admitted as he took his sunglasses off, "but," he snarled, "it does not bring out the natural highlights in your hair!"
"But it *does* bring out my eyes!" Ken yelled in defense. This was true. The dark green shirt did seem to do that. "And it does wonders for my complexion!"
Sighing as he viewed the argument while standing next to Aya, Omi began to dig in his pocket for change. Finding the correct amount, he turned to the older man and said, "You win. They are practically a couple of gay designers, like on TV, after all."
The winner of the bet merely extended his hand, palm up, to collect the money, before placing it in his pocket.
Soon after the exchange Omi ran off, seeing Youji about to strangle Ken.
"Calm down, Youji!" urged an anxious Omi, nervously glancing towards the people who were pausing to watch. "If you don't stop, we'll get thrown out of this store as well!"
In the last store they had been in, the men of Wiess had been politely but firmly told to never enter the shop again. Unless they wanted to earn a restraining order, that is. The manager there, never one to pass up a sale, had been careful to tell them this *after* they bought the clothes for Omi, of course. All this was due to their supposed assault on one of the employees there.
It was not, Aya thought, their fault. Well, he admitted as he allowed his gaze to flicker briefly towards the young blond (who was currently trying to act as a mediator for Ken and Youji), not exactly. It was just because saleslady fainted when she got a good look at Omi dressed up like- like that. And the blood on the carpet from the nosebleed she got didn't help their case. She did not, however, wake up in time to help testify their case.
The redhead went back to watching (with some amusement) the scene play out between the other three members.
"We might get thrown out anyway, Omi, because Ken's erroneous fashion sense will scare away customers," Youji said between gritted teeth. He was, Aya decided, probably not going to have any brain damage despite the intensity of his banging his head against the wall. His skull was far too thick for that.
"Hey! I resent that!" Ken, the speaker of that statement, didn't deserve the grief that the tall blond was giving him. He actually looked pretty good. Evidently, the brunette also had an eye for fashion.
"But-"
Cutting Youji off, Omi again tried to make peace. "Now, Youji." he started.
The youngest member of Wiess was back in his normal clothes, and looked like his innocent self again. This made the tall redhead more relieved than he liked to admit. For reasons that he would rather not admit either. He decided he didn't like the way he felt so whatever it was when he saw Omi in that outfit. Normally, almost against his will Aya felt slightly drawn to the blond already, but.
Not liking where it was going, he decided to put the thought out of mind.
"Don't you agree, Aya?" The object of his thoughts (not that he would admit that, of course) was looking at him expectantly. He must have zoned out.
Panicking, the leader of the group said the only thing that came to mind: "Hn."
Omi turned around to face the other two, evidently satisfied. "See? He thinks so too!"
The redhead nearly relaxed (how un-Aya like!) with relief.
"Just let Ken buy this outfit. It could be worse, right?" Youji nodded sullenly, much like an upset three-year old who would have liked very much to throw a tantrum. Omi continued, still using the tone of voice that one reserved for little children. "Then, we'll just buy clothes for Aya, and we'll go home. After all, it's been a very exciting day, and I'm sure we're all a little high-strung from it."
Ken smiled, happy that he had gotten his pick.
Youji turned towards Aya with the maniac glint back in his eyes.
Previous calm gone, the mentioned redhead was the only one of the group who did not find any of this reassuring, evidently.
Review and I'll give you a cookie. Wait- I'm sorry, that was a lie. But if you review I will be very grateful and I just might write faster, which is not as good as a cookie, but it's something, right?
To all who reviewed: I love you! After I read the reviews, I so HAPPY, and I think my mother was probably considering tranquilizers, since I was practically bouncing off the walls.