your money or your life -- fashion show (wt)

While Aurum had admittedly thought that all the talk of fashion shows at his little group's joining had been a little odd, he couldn't deny the amusement that filled him when he heard the weekly task Rin had gotten. It wasn't that he wished any humiliation on Warringkingdoms – no, he considered the magna a friend, and wished her nothing but the best – but the thought of her trying to set up a fashion show? It was pretty comical, especially when the first word that came to mind when he thought of Rin was practical, rather than fashionable. Thankfully, the event would probably be fruitful, since at the very least it would bring some Elysites together, and would also probably – definitely – entertain the children of Elysium. He also didn't mind sacrificing some of his own dignity to participate, considering he could remember a few formal events that the pride he had grown up in had held. They had been all fluff, with little substance, and he had been forced to wear some pretty horrendous things to them by his mother, so this would be a piece of cake.

Moving over with long, confident strides, Aurum couldn't help the smile that cracked on his muzzle when he saw Rin, snorting when he saw the colorful glasses. Moving over to the boxes that lined the sides of the "stage," the lion sat back on his haunches, searching through until he found a matching pair, only in blue. Putting them on – and thankfully having them held in place by the thick fur of his mane – he turned to Rin, chuckling, "I guess we can match now, eh? I'm sure we just look great, Rin." His tone wasn't really snarky or sarcastic, more just... amused by the entire situation, and the straight face that Rin managed to keep in light of it all.

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony knew of fashion shows from one of their other selves. They’d been obsessed with clothing themselves with socks, stolen from those that they’d lived with. Normally those socks were red and yellow and blue and yellow. Clony hadn’t fully understood such a thought back when their life consisted of near death bearing down on them consistently throughout the day. Now in a place of calm, they had time to turn the thoughts over. Even if they still couldn’t speak to that self, they still had kept the definition in mind. ‘The nerve of this guy, to say I’m not fashionable,’ they’d claimed in fury, ‘and he says I’m not nice? Have they met Colotik?’ The other’s infuriated words rung through their head, but it was pushed aside with more important matters present.

Clony had already found themself something to wear to the fashion show, something they’d found much like their metronomes. A salmon colored series of ribbons were wrapped around their head, with bows tied under their chin and just behind their ears. They strutted up like a prideful chicken, tail swinging heartily behind them. “This looks awesome, Rin! I like the sunglasses, they look good on you,“ they chatter, nodding their head. Their head lifts up a little, attention then turning to Aurum. “Of course you’re look great! Everyone looks great at a fashion show! That’s the point, yes, everyone gotta look great.“ They insist, ears raising. They hop over to a box and promptly start shifting through the items, soft clicking noises sounding. Small talons snag another pink hued ribbon, and they begin the daring process of tying it around their head without arms. Determined to look their best, and they settle for the new ribbon to be tied around their puffy tail.

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