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

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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.

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