Summary: The reason why Sorano's shirt is oddly cut.
Pairings: None.
Warnings: None.
Inspiration: Re-watching Fairy Tail for the third time…
New Attires~
Sorano's scream was high pitched and blood curling. A loud slap! could be heard and someone's pained yelp. "I can't believe you! You ruined my dress, Racer!" she shrieked as she did her best to cover up herself, while trying to kick the fast mage in the face.
He would pay for what he did to her outfit!
Erik frowned, walking over to the direction where the yells were from. "What's going on-"
he was cut off by Macbeth's gasp in awe, and Sorano kicking him in the face, her screams of rage nearly making the Snake Wizard's ear drums pop out.
"Pervert!" the wizard known as Angel shouted, the reflector mage stumbling back, still staring at her. Sorano's gaze turned towards Erik, her face was red as she did her best to try and cover her chest. "Can you get me something new, please!"
The mage known as Cobra blinked in confusion. "Uh.. sure… um… what, what kind of thing?" he asked, stuttering as he tried to look at the woman's face, and not somewhere else.
Macbeth and Sawyer got up, only to be kicked back down, their 'Ows' mixed up with Sorano telling them to look away. "A shirt! Or a scarf! Anything!"
"Uh.. okay… anything?" Erik asked, his face slightly red as he spun around on his heel and walked off to who knows where.
"What. Is. This?" Sorano hissed, her tone ice and filled with death as she stared down at the thing in front of her eyes. She was literally, trembling with anger.
"Congratulations, Sorano! Sorcerer's Weekly wants you!" Erik exclaimed, laughing as he told her what her new job would be.
"I'm going to kill you," she said darkly, her death aura popping up as she launched herself at Erik, screaming a bunch of insults.