Death in High Heels

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Down the hallway comes the staccato rhythm of stilettos stomping striding with purpose. The fashionably dressed girl wearing said stilettos looks rather annoyed, and is glaring into rooms as she searches them.]

Rikka! Rikka, come back here! Daddy said that you can't leave me behind anymore. Where are you?! If you don't get over here, I'll tell Aden and he'll kick your butt for me!

Comments

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

You sort of look like a younger version of one of my Daddy's friends.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Well, that's because I am. As I said, you're in the past.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

But I'm not supposed to be here!

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, this world seldom gives people what they desire. However, if it's any consolation, being in the past shouldn't affect the future, as it's in the past. So long as you tread carefully you'll find that your time should theoretically be unaffected.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[...................... you just said a whole bunch of big words and she heard blah blah blah]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

... Erm. In other words, your stay here shouldn't affect your own time too drastically.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she's got a short attention span, sorry]

Oh. So... that's a good thing, right?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

It is! Just be careful. One small mistake here could change everything.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

... well, I wouldn't mind changing it so everyone dresses better.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

But isn't how they dress a matter of personal choice?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

That's why it's up to me to make sure they make better choices!

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

And what would you consider better choices?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Something fashionable~!

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Such as?

[So somehow the mun can see her trying to coach dorkspawn on how to be fashionable, because he and Kairi totes have a kiddo by then.

In any case, Ienzo just looks...puzzled.]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

I'll show you!

[she grabs your hand and drags you off to the nearest closet; you shall never escape]

Now take off your clothes.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

... Pardon?


[What no. No undressing in front of Ri's future child.]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Take off your clothes and wear these new ones I'll give you.

[she is tearing through the closet, picking out some choice pieces, even down to new boxers]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

I'd rather do so privately.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't be fussy. There's a screen you can stand behind right there.

[she has amassed an armful of clothes -- a complete outfit! -- and dumps the lot into your arms]

Put on everything. You'll look so much better!

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Well, alright.

[Siiigh. He'll do that. But only because she seems insistant.]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she will be waiting patiently for you to emerge in jeans -- most likely tighter than you've ever worn before -- a three-quarter length shirt, and a vest; congratulations, you're a hipster]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He looks so silly. :| Still, he steps out soon enough. Sorry, Kira, he's not ditching his glasses.]

Well I suppose it's...alright.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[it's alright, she chose your outfit so the glasses match! She also gives you an appraising look, then drapes a fringey scarf around your neck]

Now you're not alright, you're perfect!