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Gambler; If I wasn’t serious I wouldn’t have asked Ratio. Gambler; I got him on board and everything! Gambler; Although, going to be honest, roleplaying isn’t really my thing. Gambler; Have you had a chance to see if it’s really yours?

Sunday: The fact that you completely forgot and messaged me out of the blue about it days later makes it evident how unserious you were about it.
Sunday: And I have not.
Sunday: Why are you really messaging me?

Gambler; I forgot, because this place has a habit of throwing this after that at us… Gambler; And whether or not I’m trying I find myself in the middle of it all. Gambler; As for why… I’m at the porn shop staring down a skimpy school outfit… [ that he thinks sunday would like nice in, and it jogged his memory. ]
Gambler; Offer’s still on the table, but that aside… friends can talk about this sort of thing with each other!

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Sunday: I appreciate you thinking of me in that questionable circumstance, but I am not in the mood at the moment.
Sunday: Though you should still purchase it for Dr. Ratio's benefit if you really need my blessing.

Gambler; I think I’ll pass, but Gambler; Everything okay?

Sunday: It is.
Sunday: How about with you?
Sunday: You can tell me how you are doing for a change.

[ he’s not sure he believes him, but he doesn’t press his buttons anymore… since he’s either lying or just plain sick of his shit. either or means he should probably back off, so back off he does. ]

Gambler; I’m fine. Gambler; Just bored 🫠 Gambler; And for the record, I told you how I was doing the other day. Gambler; But I just thought I would do a little shopping… or at least see what this place had to offer. Gambler; Have you been here before?

Sunday: I have not, but I do not mind taking a look.
Sunday: If you truly have nothing more pressing to do at the moment.
Sunday: I could use more dress shirts.

Gambler; …I’m not sure this is the place to look for dress shirts. Gambler; Maybe… titty tassels and assless chaps, but no dress shirts…

[ sends him a picture of the ‘clothing’ …which mostly consists of leather, and isn’t clothing so much as straps and belts and etc. ]

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Sunday: Your are right.
Sunday: I doubt I will have any used for those outfits, given their flimsy nature.
Sunday: I could always meet you at the actual clothing store that recently appeared?

Gambler; If you really want to do some shopping… sure. I’ll meet you there.

[ since he hasn’t been there yet he has to walk there like a pleb. ]

Sunday: I will wait for you outside the store.
Sunday: I will see you soon.

[ He'll indeed be waiting there for Aventurine when he arrives. ]

[ he waves at sunday as he approaches, ] Hey. I haven't had a chance to shop around this place, but it's really nice to finally have an actual clothing store.

It is. After venturing through the swamp surrounding the school earlier, having more pairs of clothes would make it easier to do laundry less often.

[ He hold the door open for Aventurine. ]

After you.

What were you doing in the swamp? [ he steps inside and immediately begins wandering around. it helps that he's not looking for anything in particular, so he can just let his curiosity get the better of him. this place is new, and there's plenty to see... even if it's a bit primitive, it's always fun to see the kinds of things this place has to offer. ]

Nothing recreational. I was simply fulfilling a task for my burden, and no amount of extra layers had protected me from the filth and the stench of the school.

[ He grabs a cart and heads towards the business formal section to browse. ]

I will likely have to learn to tailor everything myself since most of these are generously sized for someone broader and taller than I. Would you like to bring a nice three-piece suit to Dr. Ratio?

…ouch. At least it’s over and done with, and hopefully that’s one place you’ll never have to revisit. What did you ask for anyway?

I still have to do my burden, but I’m just procrastinating at this point. It’s not hard, but I do need to find a few tools to make it go faster and smoother.

Do you have a sewing kit? And don’t worry about the doc. Isn’t this a little retail therapy for you, Sunday?

I asked for my piano back. It is in the bar, so perhaps you might catch a performance while you visit, and I could help you with burden if you want it done quicker. Simply let me know what you need done.

I do not have a sewing kit, but I am sure I can find some supplies if I look around long enough in this store. As for retail therapy, I am not sure if I would call it that when most of the garments are not to my personal tastes...

[ He holds up a zebra-print blazer jacket. ]

I will. I plan to be there more often... especially since my task is to build a small gambling table for my burden. [ a chuckle. ] Once I get the materials I may enlist your help, but I would rather ~earn it. [ or win it. ] Play a game with me, and if I win, then you help... if I lose, well, ...you can ask anything you like of me.

Maybe this new store has some stuff. [ snorts. ] What? You don't think you'd look good in that?

If you truly wish to make it even more of a challenge for yourself, I can indulge you. It is the least I can do since you have put yourself at risk for my own burdens before.

And I would definitely not look good in most of these. The patterns are too much of an eyesore, but you might.

[ He grabs a few old man sweaters and dress shirts for himself before holding up this monstrosity for Aventurine's eyes. ]

...you know how much I love to take risks. [ he smirks. ] As for the game, blackjack, a simple best of three later on.

[ he bristles. ] What's that supposed to mean? I have a keen eye for fashion. [ he blinks, taking a step back to behold the shirt sunday holds up for him. ] ...I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not. [ he makes a face, crinkling his nose. ] I'm not wearing that.

Very well, and it was a test of your personal taste. I am glad you passed with flying colors.

[ He sets the terrible shirt back on the rack and grabs a trilby with a peacock feather on it to plop on Aventurine's head. ]

Are you certain you do not want to grab something for yourself?

And what would have happened if I failed your fashion faux pas exam… would I be cursed to wear nothing but gaudy technicolor animal print for all of eternity? [ he doesn’t seem to mind the hat, so he lets it stay. ] And if I see something I like… I’ll grab it. I’m really here for the company. I have plenty of clothes. [ and it’s not like he can’t shop later. ] But if you insist on shopping together… then perhaps we find something nice to wear for a dinner date. I don’t expect to find something too fancy here, but I can’t say no to something nice and… [ he smirks. ] fast & easy to remove.

You would. It is only appropriate that you live with your poor decisions, and there are some velcro tear-away pants if really want clothes that are efficient for Dr. Ratio to remove.

But the tearing sound of velcro... [ He would have nightmares over it. ] You can also browse the intimate apparel section while I look at shoes. I feel awkward as it is picking out your date clothes.

[ aventurine tries to imagine ratio using tear away pants… and even his brain has a hard time painting a picture. ] I’m not sure stylish pants come in tearaway, but I appreciate the suggestion. I’ll keep it in mind. Maybe, if I’m ever feeling confident, I could trying convincing him to try them… [ but he doubts even he’s good enough at coercion. ]

Don’t worry about it then. I can take care of that later. [ to the shoe section. ] Are you buying any of this for a special occasion, or are you just trying to fill your closet?

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