day 15 - a different clothing style
It was Seto's turn to do the dishes, and he was diligently gathering up empty cups to take to the kitchen when the door flew open with a crash. Momo dashed into the room with her usual careless energy, and Mary followed her. The two were carrying several shopping bags each, though Momo definitely had more than her smaller friend did. Seto watched them dump the bags on the couch, baffled.
"I took Mary shopping," Momo informed him cheerfully, leaning down to rummage in one of the bags.
"She said my dress was old fashioned," Mary added, sounding a bit glum, and Seto noticed for the first time that she was wearing something different, some sort of short frilly skirt and a shirt with a strawberry on it. He blinked, feeling like he'd missed a piece of the puzzle.
"It's not like your dress was ugly," Momo clarified, and Mary brightened; Seto knew she'd made it by altering one of her mother's old dresses, so it had sentimental value. "It's just that people kept staring at us while we were out, and yknow, I'm really trying to cut down on that."
Seto got the feeling he wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon, so he set down the armful of cups on a side table and wandered over. "Is all that stuff Mary's?" he asked, baffled. Where was she going to keep it? More importantly, how did she pay for it? They weren't rich, and he didn't think the Kisaragi family were either, despite Momo's fame.
"Nah, some of it's mine. I get free stuff from some of the stores sometimes because it's like, promoting them." Momo nudged one of the bags with her foot, "Mary can have most of 'em if she wants though. Some of it really isn't my color." She leaned down and pulled out something sparkly and silver. "Hey, speaking of which, you should try this on."
Mary squeaked. "Isn't that a bit much…?" From here, Seto couldn't even tell what it was.
"Nahhh…" Momo shook her head, then her face brightened. "I've got it! You should try on a bunch of stuff and we'll tell you what looks good. Is anyone else home?" she asked Seto, who shook his head, wondering what he was getting pulled into.
…
Ten minutes later he was sure he was sure this was a bad idea. Momo had vanished into the bathroom to help to help Mary change, and he sat awkwardly among the bags. He'd tried to move one out of the way, but something that looked suspiciously like a bra had fallen out and since then he'd been afraid to move. Maybe it was just a swimsuit top, but he wasn't taking any chances.
Momo came out of the bathroom, shutting the door carefully behind her and sitting next to him on the couch. She turned to him. "When she comes out, say she's beautiful," she warned, and he nodded, still feeling out of touch with the whole situation.
The doorknob rattled, and then Mary emerged. She wore a dress in a similar light blue of her usual clothing, but with short puffy sleeves and a skirt like an upside down teacup. Seto had been prepared to compliment some outlandish getup, having seen the things Momo called cute, but he was having trouble getting out the words when confronted with how cute it actually was.
He wasn't aware he was gaping until Momo elbowed him, hard. "Say something," she gritted through the clenched teeth of a forced smile, and he looked from her back to Mary, who was twisting her hands in the fabric of her skirt.
"Is it that bad…?" she asked, her eyes swimming with tears.
Seto managed to clear his throat. "No! It's not that. It's. It's really cute."
"See?" Momo shot her two thumbs up, and Seto wondered if she'd orchestrated the whole thing.
Mary gave both of them a weak smile, seemingly comforted, and he couldn't help but clarify. "You look really cute." Momo beamed in approval, and Mary flushed, covering her cheeks with her hands.
