It was Sunday, which meant the first weekend was drawing to a close, and classes started up again tomorrow. Today was also the day that Morgan was to spend with Severa. He does enjoy her company, even if she can be prickly, but he supposes that is was adds to her charm. The only concern he has for the shopping trip is his own wallet. He can only imagine how his parents will react if he ends up telling them that his money, well, vanished in two days. He is more worried for his mother's reaction more. He needs to make sure that he doesn't spend too much. He puts on his clothes, which for the sake of comfort, is one of his many training outfits. A simple sleeveless t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and ankle high socks with walking shoes. All of it follows the color scheme of his high school, black with purple stripes, and a single eye located on either side of each piece. He never understood why the design had eyes, instead of a dragon, but he also wasn't much for history, so he didn't really care.
In order to pass the time, Morgan decides to do some light exercises, he wants it to keep it simple, since he would rather not have to switch out clothes because the first set became drenched in sweat. However, a 'light' routine for him would probably be considered 'moderate' for the average person. He does have a high standard to keep, after all. So, after the fiftieth push up, pull up, squat, and dumbbell routine, he takes a moment to unwind. Which is the exact moment someone knocks on his door. "Coming." He automatically replies, before rushing over and opening the door.
"You ready?" Severa asks. Like him, she is wearing an outfit deemed worthy for something like a track meeting, rather than shopping. She looks away the moment her eyes met him, "Jeez, running light on clothes?"
Morgan would have pointed out that she's a hypocrite, but he would rather not end up 'owing' her another 'apology'. "I'd thought to wear something comfortable, but if you want me to change…"
"I didn't say that," She quickly cuts him off, "Gods, how did this kid beat me? I was expecting him to have a lot of muscle, but he looks more like a street lamp pole…"
"What was that?" Morgan noted that Severa had a tendency to mutter under her breath.
"Nothing!" She also had a tendency to deflect any attempt to repeat what she just said out loud. "Let's just go." Shrugging, Morgan walks out and closes the door, "And don't you dare start staring…" She glares at him, "Pervert…" She adds under her breath, again. Easier said than done, considering Morgan does find her attractive. Especially the legs… it has to be the legs. Still, he doesn't want to 'owe' her another 'apology', so he tries his absolute hardest to keep his eyes up.
Simply put, it wasn't easy at all. It's perhaps the hardest thing he has ever done. He did mention he really liked her figure, right? It doesn't help her form is swaying just the right amount. His face burns red and he immediately looks up to the sky… it's going to be a long day. May the gods help him in this endeavour.
The first spot the two stopped by was, of all things, a bookstore. "My roommate ruined my math book." She commented as she browsed the collection of, to be honest, overpriced textbooks.
"Which one are you looking for?" He asks, forcing himself to not stare as she skims the titles. By the gods, she might have told him not to stare, but he swears she's doing all she can to show herself off as she is bending over just the right amount.
"Geometry 101." She replies as her finger goes over each of them.
"So, this one?" Within about five seconds, he locates it.
"I-I could have found it myself!" She exclaims as she grabs the book, "Didn't need the help, but thanks…" She mutters under her breath. At this point, Morgan just shrugs her personal comments off. Even if it concerns him just how often she does that. Thankfully, she didn't have him pay for that, but she did have him carry it. He internally breathed a sigh of relief, it seems his prayers were answered, and he is going to be a glorified pack mule, he'd rather do that than use up the rest of his money. Besides, there's no way she can buy enough for weight to become an issue… he does haul all of his books and several dumbbells on his backpack, after all.
The next stop was a clothing store, which to have seems to be her most desired destination, considering how carefully she is looking through each and every piece of clothing, regardless if it would actually fit her. "Well? Don't just stand there!" She says at one point, "It'll take me all day if I go through all of this alone."
"I don't need clothes." He has a few sleeved shirts, and something that could pass off as formal.
"I meant help pick out something for me, but whatever… gods, he is dense." She mutters.
"Though I suppose I could help you through this…" He hesitantly offers, however, he adds, "What size do you wear?"
"Excuse you!?" She squeaks.
"I can't pick something out if I don't know what size you wear." Why is she suddenly on the defensive? It's not like he asked her weight.
"Can't you tell I'm looking at the designs?! Gods, if I wanted something that actually fit me, I'd go online."
"Just the designs, huh?" He shrugs.
"Well duh, so go and start on the other side." Accepting his fate, Morgan walks to the opposite end, obviously clueless to what exactly to look for. He doubts she has the same taste in clothing as he, so he decides to try and figure out what she might like. Though, he has a feeling that he'll mess that up, so he changes that idea to find something that he finds appealing. However, he seems to have tripped over another unknown 'trigger' as she speaks up once more, "Slow down, will you? You're just glancing over them, aren't you?" Holding back a sigh, he slows down, making sure to go over each and every section of clothing.
Severa is a different woman when it comes to clothing, he reasons. His eyes eventually land on some sort of upper wear, not that he knows what it's called, but what he does know is that it sports his favorite colors, the same colors of his high school, well, the purple looks a little lighter. Taking a chance, he takes a breath, "How's this one?" He asks as he raises it up.
"Gods, you do realize how revealing that is, right? Do you even know what that is?"
"Of course not." He casually replies.
"Did you even look at how much skin will show?"
"Of course not." He repeats, "I don't know anything about women's clothing."
"...pervert, of course he would choose something like that." Severa mutters, "I bet he is only doing this to give me weird looks."
"She's so hard to figure out…" Morgan mutters in kind. "Why are women so difficult?" He puts the upper wear back on the rack, he still doesn't know what it's called, but whatever.
"What do you think of this one?" She raises one, which to his eyes, looks almost exactly like the one he just showed her.
"It's… nice?" What is Severa trying to accomplish here? "Looks kinda like the one I just showed."
"It is most certainly not!" She counters, "Do you not see the extra covering over the arms? Or how it's goes down farther?!"
Morgan squints his eyes, she's right… if by a mere inch or two. "Oh…" The boy is at a loss. "Well, it looks good, then."
"Of course he doesn't mention anything about how he thinks it'll look on me…" Yet another mutter leaves her mouth. "Can't this guy take a hint?"
This day is going to last much, much longer than he expected.
Morgan stretches once more as she rises from her work desk, Tharja is supposed to be here in the minute, and thankfully, she managed to buy a swimsuit from the local store… even if it's a bit too tight, just a little, the store strangely didn't have her exact size, things were either too big or too small. She shrugs the concern off, it's not like she's going to go swimming often. "Coming!" She exclaims as she goes to the door when a knock sounds off. "Hello, Tharja." She flashes the woman a smile.
"Hello, Morgan. Are you ready?" The dark-clad woman has that smile again, where it's somewhere between friendly and creepy.
"I am." She nods, then follows her neighbor… who is pointedly swaying her hips in a very unsubtle manner. Unlike Morgan, Tharja proves to have very… defining features, as her outfit hugs all of her curves and… whew, when did it get so hot? She rips her eyes away from the sight, gods forbid she is caught staring in an inappropriate manner. "So uh, how are you today?" She attempts to redirect her attention.
Tharja giggles, which certainly does not help Morgan's situation, "I am feeling very good, and what about you?"
"A… nervous. I'm not used to doing this." She is honestly starting to second guess herself on this, maybe she should have pushed for a different activity?
"If this is too much…" She starts off.
"Maybe?" What also doesn't help is that her swimsuit is just a bit too tight.
"I'm not going to make you do this, Morgan." Her tone is nothing less than disappointed.
"I mean, I'll go, but I won't stay as long as you would probably like." She quickly amends.
She shrugs, "Then we won't stay long." She is quite eager to agree with Morgan. However, the girl doesn't ask anything out loud, instead choosing to observe this strange woman as they continue their walk towards the pools. This dark-clothed woman has definitely caught her curiosity, as she has this… aura about her. It's like a mystery just demanding to be solved.
"Oh, hello, Tharja." Another woman walks up to the two, unlike Tharja's black and sometimes purple clothing, this one has more of a Navy Blue getup, like her hair… and her eyes, and is that some sort of brand in her eye?
"Hello, Lucina." Morgan's neighbour sounds slightly irritable now, did these to have some sort of history?
Lucina then turns to Morgan, "Hello, my name is Lucina, what's yours?"
"Morgan Reflet." She isn't exactly getting a good vibe from her, either. Though unlike Tharja's mysterious presence, there is something more concrete in Lucina that makes Morgan want to walk in the other direction.
"...Reflet. Reflet." She repeats, "I think I heard that name somewhere…"
"My father's name is Robin and my mother is…"
"Miriel!" She cuts her off, "My father, Chrom, told me about Miriel."
Morgan glances at Tharja, who shrugs, "We need to get going, Lucina." Tharja states.
"Oh, okay. I'll talk to you later, Morgan and Tharja." She offers the two a smile before walking off.
"Now then, we have a pool to get into." Morgan's neighbour flashes her that smile again.
Several minutes pass before they reach their destination, and as Tharja had predicted, the pools are devoid of people. "So, I never actually really swam before." Morgan admits as they go into a separate booth to change their clothes.
"I can teach you." She replies as they… walk out. Morgan gulps as she gets a much less obstructed view of Tharja's body. She definitely has form… suddenly Morgan's swimsuit feels even tighter than before. "Are you okay, Morgan?" She slowly walks towards her, more akin a predator stalking its prey. She then places the back of her hand on her forehead, while also bending over just enough for her to get almost a face full of her, uh, endowed breasts.
"I-I'll be fine. I think I just need to get in the water." She is trying very hard not to look at Tharja's curves, or her breasts… or her exposed skin, and if her hand is anything to go by, then her whole body is probably silky smooth. The fact that Morgan never really developed like most women never really bothered her, until now, where this is a very attractive woman standing inches in front of her, who is tending to her.
"Shall we go in, then?" Tharja asks as she walks ahead, Morgan follows soon after, entranced by the mysterious woman.
It's going to be a very long day.