fandomtownies | Stuff for Sale, Saturday Late Afternoon

Following in after him, Setsuna idly ran her fingers along the soft feel of all the dresses on the rack, almost...wistfully, although she'd never admit it. There were so many of them, and they seemed almost like...strange, foreign objects, treasures from mystical lands, things she could never really behold. Especially since she wouldn't even be going to homecoming.

She pulled out the red satin of a dress, rubbing it between her fingers. This was a good thing, right? Pretty dresses and dances weren't her thing, anyway.

She considered suggesting this dress. It seemed...pretty enough. She really didn't feel like she was a good judge to tell, but she guessed it just meant Ranma trusted her opinion. She took the red satin dress off the rack, examined it a little, noting that it was all straps, rather slinky, with a very low neckline. The image of Ranma instantly came to her head, followed by a blush and a fiercely quick thrust of it back onto the rack.

Oi. This was going to be interesting....

//'m... really not sure which to pick... I don't know... how to judge...//

//"...Yeah, me, neither..."// Setsuna said quietly, returning to her idly touching of the gowns. She paused a moment at a splashof dark green, pulled off what was quite possibly the poofiest, laciest dress ever. With about the most conservatitive, high-neck collar that looked like possibly five old women had died in the attempt to crochet it. //"How 'bout this?"//

//Uh... maybe not... that one.// Okay Ranma even RANMA has better fashion sense than that...

Setsuna shrugged, sliding it back. She figured that, hey, at least that one didn't make her thing thoughts about her best friend that had her turning red. She continued her search. //"So..."// she said, after deciding against another low-cut one. //"You've just decided to show up to homecoming in as a girl? I'd almost think it was something the Hitachiins would put you up to, if it weren't for the fact that Hikaru seemed oblivious..."//

//Well.. I... 'm goin' with... Chad..//

//"With who?"// And then she nearly dropped the yellow dress she had in her hands, juggling with it a bit to prevent the hanger from clattering to the floor. She eventually resolved to just clutch it to her. //"The groping guy?"// she shrieked. //"The...the one who...he's the one who gave you that CD for the trip too!"// She sounded almost victimized. //"H...how long has this been going on? Oh, my God, who asked who?"//

This next part probably sounds totally unintelligable. //Well.. Meurg... a few.. wegeks..//

//"What?"// She was still in jaw-dropped, arm-flailing confusion mode.

//I said... I did...// He looks at his feet.

//"WHAT! You...you've got to be kidding me! You? Asked him?"//

While it certainly explained maybe why he was going as a girl, it still made no sense to Setsuna. Ranma Saotome didn't ask people out; she should know!

//I was... drunk...// Which isn't to say that he didn't WANT to ask...

Setsuna would have facepalmed if it didn't mean possibly impalling herself in the eye with a hanger. //"And, what? You going with him is pennance for doing something stupid like drinking again?"//

//... I sorta... wanna go...//

Setsuna blinked, and she gave Ranma a doubtful look, crossing her arms over her chest. //"You want to go to homecoming, as a girl, in a pretty dress, with the guy who groped you?"//

Jesus, if that had been all it took, she should have groped him when she first met him as a girl and saved herself a hell of a lot of trouble.

But of course, even just thinking that made her blush and want to hide among the dresses now.

//How about this one...?// He holds up a sleek dress in light blue. It's pretty high cut.

Setsuna sucked in a calming breath and considered it. //"Maybe. Try it on."//

//"And don't avoid answering my question! When did this happen? Why...why didn't you tell me?"// There was an unavoidable pout at the end of her question.

//'s... nothin'...// He takes the dress into the dressing room and struggles into it in a few minutes. It rests a bit high up his legs, showing his girl legs, they're really quite shapely... actually... //Does this one look okay..?//

Setsuna blinked, flushing a bit when Ranma emerged from the dressing room. He could...he could certain fill out a dress pretty well, she had to admit. She bit her lip, eyes shifting uncomfortably. //"I dunno if it really suits you, but it does bring out your eyes nicely..."//

She gulped. Why the hell was she talking about Ranma's eyes?

She offered a pink dress she had found, a full ballroom skirt with a very simple bodice. //"Try this one."//

He takes it and gives a tiny smile. //Thanks... I... really wasn't sure I could do this...// He goes back into the dressing room without another word and starts to change.

//"Do what?"// Setsuna asked, shifting through to pick out more dresses because it distracted her from the fact that, while they were talking, Ranma was changing. But she just drew in a breath, and reminded herself that this was just like when she and Ranma-chan had gone shopping that one time. Only...this wasn't Ranma-chan, but actually Ranma. Doing Ranma-chan things. It sent an eerie shiver down her spine.

He doesn't answer. But he does come out of the dressing room looking adorable. He does a little twirl. //This one then...?//

Oh, my God, he twirled. And Setsuna found herself laughing a little, because, really, he did look cute. Too cute, because, while she laughed a little, she was also feeling very, very awkward. It was a very interesting dicotemy, and it wore on her greatly. //"I definately like that one better,"// she admits, //"but I don't think pink is a good colour for you. Not Ranma enough."// She wondered if her idle comment had any merit to it; was that what it was? She was afraid of losing her Ranma to this...this new interest in dresses and what not? Was Ranma-chan trying to come back?

Quickly, she shoved another dress at him, a greenish one. //"Here. Try this one."//

He takes it and goes to change, he's just going along with what she says. This one was way more low cut than she realized. My... that Ranma has... a nice rack. //This then...?//

Surprisingly, Setsuna was barely even noticing the cleavage. She straightened when Ranma emerged from the dressing room, a little wide-eyed and blinking. This was...oh, this was definately the one. "Ranma," she gushed, //"you look..."//

She stopped herself; despite how it may seem, this was still Ranma, not Ranma-chan. This could have been a very close call. She lifted her shoulders in a gesture of nervous apprehension. //"How mad at me would you be if I said I thought you looked beautiful?"// she asked, red everywhere.

//Not much...// He blushes too. //... Thanks..//

Setsuna smiled a little, though she flinched back slightly. That he wouldn't be upset with her was a relief...but it was also a little unsettling to her, too. She gave a nod. //"You're welcome..."//

God, he did look pretty, though. Really, really pretty...She sucked in a breath, turned away quickly to put back the other dresses.

//'ll go change outta this...//

Setsuna nodded. //"Good idea."//

Her fingers were tracing along the soft fabrics again. Would she look as beautiful in any of these dresses? ...probably not even close, ever. She sighed deeply, wistfully...

Ranma walks out and puts an arm softly on her shoulder. //Are ya goin' ta homecomin' Setsuna..?//

Setsuna jumped a little at the hand on her shoulder, quickly dropping the dress she was totally not imagining herself in. //"Huh? Oh. Um, no, actually. It's Thanksgiving in Canada that weekend, and, um, well, Jude invited me to come visit his family for the holiday, so I...I'll be up there..."//

//Oh... I wanted ta... dance with you..// In his female form he always sounds more gentle, sincere, and composed.

"O..oh..." The blush continues on strong, and Setsuna lowered her head a little. He was...so close to her right now, looking so God damned pretty in his girl form, even though he'd changed out of the dress, telling her how he wanted to dance with her at homecoming. She felt every inch of herself get stiff with a sort of nervous apprehension...

//"I...well, you know, I'm really not much of a dancer, anyway..."// she said, quietly, trying to smile a little.

//I don't care...// His hand stays there. //I still wanted to dance with ya..// Wow, Teddy actually taught him to be more upfront with his feelings. That might be BADDD news for her...

Setsuna's free shoulder lifted, she just sort of stared down for a long moment. What was he doing? It barely seemed like Ranma at all; what, you give a guy a pair of boobs and all of a sudden he has the confidence enough to start thinking he can put his paws all over you? Yes, it was just a hand on her shoulder, but a hand on her shoulder was a big deal for her, from Ranma, right now.

//"Uhh, yeah, sorry,"// Setsuna said quickly, almost dodging out from underneath his hand and starting to walk toward the front of the shop. //"Maybe some other time. But, hey, we got your dress, mission accomplished, so maybe we should just pay for it and head back. It'd be nice to get back before it starts raining agian..."//

He retracts his hand from where it was hanging in the air now. //Uh... Ya know... That concert is tonight..// He trying to say "I want to go to the concert" but that's a little too direct for him..

//"...Concert? You mean that thing all those flyers were for, at the bar?"//

//Yeah... An'... I promised I'd go...//

//"Oh...You want to stop by, then, before we head back to the dorms?"//

//Yeah..// He nods. ~~He needs his Chad fix?~~

Setsuna nodded, although a bit stiffly. Ranma had stopped in at Sparky's for her, so she should definately return the favour. //"Sure."// She cocked her head toward the door. //"Let's go, then."//

//'ll hold the umbrella over ya if ya hold the dress fer me.// He doesn't mind getting wet, he just doesn't want Setsuna and the dress to.

Stuff for Sale, Saturday Late Afternoon

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