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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Mar 17, 2017 14:56:18 GMT -5
Oh how the struggle was absolutely real at the moment. In the center of a boutique that catered to both men and women, Ume stood in the center of the women's section looking at her reflection in a mirror. She thought that she looked great, but then again the looks that she was getting from some of the girls her age that were passing her by was telling her that the ensemble she was trying on weas most certainly not for her. She did her best to ignore them, refusing to acknowledge them with a glance, but what she could hear was the snickering that came from a small group of them that were waiting in line to use the dressing rooms, and she just so happened to be utilizing one of those rooms. The only reason she managed to come out to the naked eye of the public was to merely look at her reflection, to confirm that the lilac blouse and white floral print pants were going to be the choice for her. Apparently floral was out for girls her age. Considering her mother had been a fashionista, anything relating to it Ume tried not to bother herself with. But she could only wear rags for so long, especially with her father coming into town in a week. She needed to at least appear as if she was taking care of herself. The japanese diplomat was a man of prestige and both he and his late wife had raised Ume to carry herself in that way. The only thing being that she didn't know how to carry on in the task of dressing herself, as her mother had done so all the way up until her tragic accident. All of her clothing had been made personally, styled just right for her image. However, Ume couldn't sew to save her life and that left her having to step out on a day that no school was in session. Brave the public.. and well, try to piece together something suitable to please a man who played a minimal role in her life since she was a small girl. She was already dismissive of the idea. Turning around rather casually, she cast a glance over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. This time, she'd chosen to take as much time as she could. The girls that were making fun of her continuously stood not too far away, staring at her. A part of her wondered if they thought that opressing her with their opinions would make her move faster. Social anxiety she might have suffered from, but there was a backbone and a stubborn streak that ran a mile long within her. Almost tauntingly, she gave a mock eye roll towards the girls and continued to look at herself. This time, however, she strayed a little ways away from the dressing room that at least one of those girls would need. She needed shoes to go with this 'awful' outfit she had chosen for herself. Surprisingly she was incapable of seeing anything as 'ugly' on her. But if the attire was not flattering, bullying was not the way to let her know that. When it came things such as beauty, the aesthetics of the young woman in everyday life, Ume preferred to be as natural as possible. Minimal make up, very little in the ways of fashion. Instead she found beauty in other things. Recreational odds and ends that she often liked to create in her down time. Beauty in her love for gardening. Beauty in her studies. Beauty in being an intelligent young woman and not some superficial twit like the girls that remained in line. They were a reminder of why she didn't like to be out in the eyes of the public, and for a moment her naturally warm and loving heart went cool. Her eyes a little more distant than before as she snagged a pair of black boots that didn't match the outfit at all. Unbeknowist to her, she was doing more damage to her image than anything with the way that her shoulders slumped forward. Slowly, she began to walk back towards the dressing rooms and mirror with her boots in tow. A breath of air escaped her lips.. a sigh. Then she sat down, staring at the pair of shoes. Who was she kidding, this wasn't for her. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKO ooc: poor thing, she needs fashion help!
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 18, 2017 4:32:02 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]How on Earth did he manage to get himself into this same situation time, and time again? Oh, right, the want for nice clothes. His eternal hell of sorts. The reason Takeo's bank account, as well as his wallet, resented being owned by him. Although he shopped rather frequently, he had gotten better at saving and honing in on the sales offered at the stores and boutiques. In the past, if the blond saw something he liked, no matter the cost; he'd purchase it on the spot. Then, after he paid the cashier and carried the bag out of the establishment, regret would set in. Like an anchor it would plummet and remain sedentary in the pit of his stomach. Until he did something to cheer himself up of course. Which, well, could be as simple as getting himself an ice cream cone. He was a rather easy guy to please for the time being.
Today though! Takeo swore he would be a smart shopper. Having installed a plethora of apps for shopping onto his phone, he had been alerted to a few deals and things about the Harajuku area. One of the more colorful shopping areas. To with which, also received a lot of frequent flyer miles from the blond boy. But it wasn't his fault! He swore! It wasn't his fault that the Harajuku scene was the one stop shop for his entire style preference. Just look at what he had one today: A pair of light wash jeans that had been distressed. Various rips decorated the leg and knees. It even had patches sewn into them. Various logos and symbols. His shirt was a white 3/4th sleeved black striped shirt. His shoes were a pair of black boots with bright white laces. His power bracelet on his right wrist while his left wrist was clad with varying colored bracelets. See? He was made for Harajuku. And his black choker through the outfit together rather nicely. If he did say so himself.
After having gotten off of the bus that led from Gohongi to Harajuku, Takeo began strolling onward into he busy streets. The girls clad in vibrant colorful attire. Some attempting to sell their wares and other accessories they created. The others taking ample amounts of pictures and posing in the traditional "kawaii" manner. The vibe about the entire area was infectious. Well, at least to someone like Takeo. He could honestly pack up his things and live here. There was something about the various styles and fashions that pulled him in like a magnet. It could have been the idol in him, er well, the idol in training rather. A male always willing to push the envelope with style. That was one of the qualities that had got him picked for the idol search. Sucks he didn't have any formal vocal training. Well, back hen at least. He had been working on it ever since his departure from the competition. And he had gotten substantially better!
"Hm.." Sapphire hues darted about. Bouncing from store to store in search of his first target and beginning destination. He wasn't in the market for anything outrageous today. Colorful would be nice, but if he could find a happy medium between colorful and mundane? That'd be amazing. Shopping was a skill, no matter what anyone else said. It took a special person to shop efficiently and come out with the exact attire they wanted for the right price. "Ah, I should've invited Tofu~" the snap of his fingers ensued. He should've sent an email to his friend the night before. Seeing if Toru was free for a day on the town. Dang. Oh well, he'd have to make up for it sometime soon.
Ah, bingo! From the corner of his eye, he caught sight to an interesting looking boutique. It seemed like a normal boutique. Nicely sized, hosting both male and female clothing, Takeo was emotionally invested and decided he would most certainly go inside and see what they had to offer him. Maybe he could just grab a nice shirt and call it quits..?
Pfft, yeah right.
Making his way inside, it took little to now time for his eyes to hone in on the male side of the store. The clothing offered were right up his alley. Ranging in colors, styles, patterns, and fabrics. Takeo had to take a small breath, keep hi composure. He couldn't let anyone see him fan boy out over some clothes. Even if they were perfect in every way shape an form. Still had to keep his cool. With a nod, he stuck out his chest, and gave the allure of an avid shopper. Moving towards the shirts of his size. That's when he saw her.
A young woman, possibly of his age. Maybe older, maybe younger. Blonde, with deep green eyes. Clad in floral pattern... and being chastised by the peanut gallery. That wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all. With furrowed brows, Takeo dropped the shirt he held in his possession and made his way over to the blonde maiden. She had sat down with a pair of boots in her hand. He assumed her to have been discouraged by the chatter of the less important. Allow him to put a smile on your face, young maiden. "Hey there~" he spoke with a wave, leaning over and peering at her with a wide grin.
"I just thought I'd come over and tell you how stunningly amazing you look."
Eh, was that too much? "Not too many ladies such as yourself could pull off the outfit you have. Very subtle~" Yeah, he was probably putting it on a little too thick. "Especially here in Harajuku." His posture returned to normal and his hands slipped into the pockets of his jeans. "Do you shop around here often?" Takeo had already assumed the answer to be no, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right? "I see you have good taste at least," index finger pointing to the boots she held. "Those boots would look great on you... but uh, not so much with what you have on right now." His follow up came with a bashful chuckle.
"I'd say..." He paused to hum, looking about the boutique for inspiration. "Aha! You like floral patterns? Why not try a nice blouse? Um, light blue? Maybe one that... yanno" His hand moved to gesture a crop top. "Shows a little skin~?" [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.kfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff6600;[/newclass] [newclass=.kficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff9900;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff6600 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox b]color:#ffaa00;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.kfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.kfbase:hover .kfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Mar 18, 2017 8:42:55 GMT -5
The tone of the group of girls who were chattering seemed to stop cold. If Ume had been paying attention, she would have coined it immediately to the blonde haired male that was approaching her. But her eyes were averted towards the boots and the ground. That was, until she heard a voice speaking to her and saw the male smiling broadly. The upper part of Ume's body pulled back just slightly as she cast her eyes towards the stranger with a quizzical expression. "H-hey there.." A four finger wave slightly from her right hand, but that was all that she managed to muster. From the moment that her eyes set sight on him, she let her eyes travel along his physique in a somewhat passive manner. She was taking in his style having found herself admiring the way that he was dressed. It was bold. It made a statement. It made him stand out as if he was someone that was famous, some sort of idol that her mother may have worked for when she had been alive. Fashion ran very deep within her blood. She knew it, and she saw it when she looked at the myriad of colors, patterns, designs, logos, and style of clothing provided to her every single time she went out. It was just a matter of not having the experience to piece them together. Sure, she could simplistically match colors.. but she was awful when it came to patterns. Ume preferred to play it safe, that was what kept the limelight off of her. She still remembered the conversations with her parents when she small.. barely able to comprehend. However, these core memories of their conversations had seemingly stuck with her. They were hardly repressed memories. Instead of wanting her to live through their eyes. To acquire the fame and attention they had brought amongst themselves, Ume was instead restricted to text books and school activities. She was not allowed to have a life in the entertainment world, even if there were people out there that held interest. She often heard her mother say things to her father like they wanted 'normalcy' for her. The normalcy that they wanted, however, stunted her in terms of social behavior and a supply of a confidence. It was there, it just needed to be pulled out of her with pliers or the strong grip of a friendship and she was lacking both. However, it was not beyond ever happening. Especially now when most of her day to day living was left to her own devices. There were times when she thought about getting herself a roommate. The house that her father had left to her whilst he was away on his ventures meant that she was there alone usually, unless her father phoned for a maid or help of some sort to come by to make sure everything was in good standing. Afterall, there weren't many parents that would let their teenager live on their own. But that had been what Ume's maturity level had amounted to by the time her father started traveling. For a moment she was a little absent, still staring blankly at the handsome male before her. It wasn't the same kind of 'handsome', however, that was commonly brought to mind. Not the kind that she'd met the other day outside of the Hikawa Shrine. The way that this one looked, he was beautiful. The kind of gorgeous that most women wished they could amount to and never did. There was something about his tone of voice when he spoke and it immediately caused her spirit to soar. She felt 'healed' of the jest that the other girls were trying to throw her way. The boy made her feel as if there was a means to an end, not the end of the world so to speak. "N-no.. I don't come here often. I was always told to stay away from stores like these." She quickly answered his question, her tone of voice holding uncertainty in regards to his motives for the moment. Like the other day at the Hikawa Shrine, Ume found herself slowly starting to relax around the male before her, but it wasn't in the same light. The blonde boy before her had a different kind of charm that she welcomed. One that she always wished she'd had with a girl but could never define due to catty temperments of jealousy and pettiness brought on by young girls her age. Those strangled by the neck with the concerns of aesthetic appearances and judgement. If this boy had a lick of that within him, he didn't show it to Ume and she liked that. When he complimented her boots further and then moved to show her a crop top, she stood. Her jaded jewels glanced between him and the crop top and she lifted her right hand infront of her lips to laugh lightly. A melodic, almost welcoming sound she couldn't hide even if she tried. He would have known immediately that it was not at him. "Really? You think so?" She asked rather casually, keeping the boots in hand and moving towards the crop top. She had never envisioned herself showing off anything close to her stomach. She was slender as could be, made up of all legs really. Bu she'd had the appropriate curves of a young girl coming out of her adolescence and blossoming into a full-fledged woman. Her bust was right. Her chest ample, supple. Her stomach taut, flat, and firm from the few athletics she took interest in. Usually the more girly ones like volleyball, and gymnastics. She was allowed that much in her parents shadow, but only because that meant that she was still confined to the walls of her high school. "I could.. try it on at least to see if it flatters me.." She managed to say casually. "But I'm more fueled than ever to have these boots, so we best build something trendy around these babies as well." Another laugh. Those words were like silk, and then her laugh stopped when she realized she was blushing. She had never been so forward in her opinion, nor dubbing someone her shopping partner. However, she felt as if this stranger was going to be good for her. Good to have around. She didn't recognize him as a student of Mato Azuba High School which meant that he was someone that went to another. She craned her head to the side idly and reached out to take the hanger that the crop top was on. Lowering her upper torso forward in a bow of respect, she peered up at him through bangs of honey blonde. Green eyes seeking his own out. "Kozakura.." She managed to say out of respect, briding the gap of names -- the most awkward part of the conversation with some. She couldn't very well make him her best friend and shopping buddy if she didn't have anything to call the fashionisto. "Ume Kozakura.. nice to meet you!" The happiness that she felt reached her tone of voice and her eyes. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKO ooc: uh oh, it's over now.. friendship sealed. <3
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 19, 2017 17:12:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]His brows perked in the moment she spoke. Kitting together in a fit of mild confusion as his brain attempted to rationalize the words that had been spewed from the lips of the blonde maiden. She wasn't allowed to shop at stores like these? What exactly was that supposed to mean? Takeo's hands moved to his waist and head tilted ever so slightly as he began to hum in thought. Could she have some form of social anxiety? It was a theory, one that could easily have been discredited by her willingness to converse with him, a complete stranger. The male was no psychiatrist or therapist, but he knew enough to deduce social anxiety wasn't the culprit here. Hm, but he couldn't think of another reason one would boycott a store such as this. Upon the other boutiques that laced the streets of Harajuku, this one was one of the most tame by far. The interior wasn't bubblegum colored, nor were the majority of the clothes akin to a candy factory in color. Interesting, to the say the least. But no matter! She was here now, right? That's all that mattered.
Ume Kozakura, the mysterious blonde maiden with hues of emerald and interesting back story. His hues of sapphire looked onward to the formal introduction. A chuckle escaping his lips before a toothy grin was painted across them. "No need to be so formal~ you'll make the friendship all boring." Right hand fanned off the introduction in a nonchalant, yet humorous manner. "Try again, like this," he started. Turning his back to her and counting off within his head. The moment his countdown reached zero, Takeo would spin upon his heel and give the maiden a wide grin and beam. His rays of confidence exhuming from his very being. "Takeo Aiko! Nice to meet ya Ume-chan~!" A wink would queue the end of his intro. "You've gotta own it." He started, hand extended as to invite her to look herself over. "Look at you; you're practically the poster child for blonde models everywhere." He nodded, taking a moment to eye her over once more.
"Yeah, definitely the model type. We'll just have to find your style." The male snickered happily, "not a problem though. I'm pretty good at this sort of thing. If I do say so myself~" A thumb retracted to point back at himself. Pressed against his puffed out chest swollen with pride and accomplishment. So far, she seemed keen on allowing him to at least get her into the blouse. That was a start~ A foot in the right direction! "Well, Goldie locks," he teased, "if we're gonna do this, let's do it right, yeah?" He moved towards the section of female clothes, hands gripping and grabbing at various outfits. Tops, bottoms, accessories, you name it! If Takeo was to play the role of personal shopper and outfit consultant, he would give it 120. Such as every other endeavor he did.
"Okay, so we're dressing up the boots right?" He'll give those hyenas a show. Picking on an innocent maiden for no reason. Deplorable. The male even cut a glare towards the the peanut gallery as he sifted through clothing. "Bingo!" And with that, he'd pluck a pair of white jeans from the rack. "Can't go wrong with a nice pair of form flattering jeans. they uh, have a lack there of cuts for my taste. But for you? Fit for a princess!" His head nodded in a matter of fact manner. Assuming she still wanted to wear the midriff blouse. Which, in his opinion, would look remarkable on her. She had the frame, face, and hair for it. Not to mention those eyes. There was something... familiar about them...
But he couldn't just have her wear some basic get-up. Oh no, he wanted to shove her beauty in everyone's face. He could see it, the masterpiece waiting to be sculpted. Ad he decided he would be the lucky artisan to chisel away at it. Takeo wouldn't even ask for anything in return. So long as he could help her confidence blossom. And plant the seed of envy in those snotty bitches' hearts. Then it'd all be worth it~ totally a selfless and kind deed. And besides, Ume was a very nice girl from what his self-proclaimed excellent judge of character.
"You'll slay them~"
He was confident for her! There was no way Ume couldn't come out on top of the dog eat dog world of fashion with the ensemble the blond had picked out for her. Ah, but then again, he realized that this was an outfit that of course he liked. The male should really ask the girl if she was comfortable in even trying on the outfit in the first place. "I think this would be a nice new look for ya~!" Or... he could try to sell the outfit! Takeo was never one to back down from a challenge. And he was going to at least get her in one outfit. She didn't have to buy it per-say, but a boost of confidence? Yep!
"Oh," hm, maybe he could make it interesting for her as well? "Tell ya what, you can pick an outfit out for me to wear~" The blond nodded. "It's only fair, right?" Like a game of dress up! Takeo was also rather curious in the girl's fashion sense. Could she very well clad him in an outfit that he'd want to purchase? It was worth a shot.
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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Mar 19, 2017 22:53:51 GMT -5
Her new company was a ray of light in an other was bleak day. The longer that she found herself in his presence, it was almost as if his energy and his spunk rubbed off on her. She was riding the wave of the energy that he poured into simply talking to her. What she noticed was that he was encouraging, and his was uplifiting. Those were the things that she just couldn't bring herself to show random strangers. She'd gotten weary and untrusting of them, but nonetheless, there was something about the blonde boy that was infront of her that filled her with a hope for her peers that she lost. It wasn't to say that she was completely closed off to people, she was far from it. She was just a little late in developing a charismatic appeal that her mother, and more particularly, her father would not allow her to have. As of four years ago, however, after the tragedy of her mother's death.. a small voice begged her to believe that it was a blessing in disguise. A blessing she refused to accept. She missed the woman greatly, but her mother's death drove her father to always conduct his business in other countries.. ergo, leaving her with no parental figure or ruling thumb to keep her from discovering life. She found her thoughts interrupted, something that made her blink.Boring.. Right.. it was the quick thought that she had to say over and over in her head again. She didn't want to ruin such a beautiful friendship. She didn't want to keep it from developing, even if his words held an undertone of jest to them. He wanted her to try again, and gave her a prime example of the energy she should have had. It wasn't so much as teaching her, but it instead was reminding her of what was already deep within her. She was lively around the right people, and in a lot of ways Takeo did remind her a fair bit of how she would act when she was just in the presence of her mother. Ume didn't have to hide who she was for fear of judgement, and that was the one hurdle in life that she needed to learn to forget. People would judge, people would always judge, but everyday taught her of why the opinions of others mattered very little to her. An early introduction to a harsh reality at the age of thirteen was a grim reminder that she'd only had one life to live, and living it in worry was something that she promised daily that she would stop. Ume, without realizing that a rising laughter was bubbling from within the cavity of her chest, brought her hands up to her lips to hide her smile. Though she hide her smile, her jaded green eyes were shining bright with an equal humor that seemed to match his own and it was genuine. There was a quick nod of her head in understanding.. "H-hai..Takeo-kun.. thank you.. but I'm no model.. that would have been my mother the fashionista!" She'd exclaimed with the same excitement that he showed her upon introducing himself. Of course it wasn't completely mocking him, but it was more the realization that she didn't feel as if she needed to hide anything with him. It didn't matter if she was quirky, nerdy, shy, or reclusive. None of that she needed to show him, and he was the perfect person to have with her in the midst of this trying week. The reality was that she needed this uplifting vibe in her presence, and besides Takeo, there was only one other thus far that had provided her just that and she hadn't heard from him again since the day that they'd met at a shrine. The Mugen Academy boy, Toru.. she wondered what school Takeo attended. It was a question she would store away for later. Goldielocks.. the nickname she repeated over and over in her head and she shook her head which actually caused her golden locks to dance along the front of her face, only to be tugged free of her green eyes with slender fingers. "I'm on your trail, bright eyes." She said casually, falling in stride behind him as he moved towards the female clothing section. He was attentive to detail, the little things. The one thing that she noticed about him was that he knew how to make a girl feel beautiful and truly believe it. There was no hint of a lie in his words, and she could see the truth in his vibrant eyes when he looked at her. He referred to her as a model, and no one had ever done that. If that wasn't a confidence booster, she didn't know what was. The feeling alone was enough to make her posture straighten again. No more slouch to her shoulders, and she lifted her chin a little higher. She wanted him to visibly see what his words had done to her. The frown, the sadness in her eyes.. it was nonexistent. This experience, it was something altogether new to her and every chance she got she wondered what kind of life he might have lived growing up. It was obviously far different from her own. Occasionally, while he was fingering through clothing, Ume's eyes scanned a rack of blouses herself. She was no longer going to try and pick anything out, but she was entursting her judgement to Takeo. His style was impeccable, and she would do risque for the first time today. When he chimed out again, she saw the crop top and flattering jeans he had picked out for her. She was quiet for the most part, letting him inform her of why he was choosing the ensemble he did without her interrupting, and at first she honestly cringed inwardly without letting it reach her delicate features. From the way that it sounded when he spoke, it almost sounded as if he was trying to reassure her. But one thing about her was that she was one to shy away from a harmless fashion challenge. "Okay okay.. fortune favor's the bold afterall." She managed to say rather casually, reaching out to take the crop top blouse and fitted jeans from from him. She was going to bring this outfit to life for him, and luckily if she looked good.. she might leave Harajuku with an entirely different wardrobe. She cast a very snide glare towards the group of girls that had increased by two. "..slay.. I will slay, actually.." She said almost too casually with the most literal meaning ever as she motioned for him to follow her towards the men's section. "...I'll slay your outfit if you let me pick it out. There's no way I could boldly settle on an ensemble in which you'd like." She stated rather casually, looking ovr her shoulder for a moment to cast eyes of vibrant emerald in his direction. There was humor in her eyes as she turned on her heels to walk backwards with a practiced grace she didn't show just prior to his arrival. In her mind, thanks in complete to his energetic personality, they were the only two in within this boutique. It was becoming easier by the second to make the girls wait, and the boutique clerks didn't seem to mind in the slightest that after seeing just how wicked the girls were being. However, Ume knew that they wouldn't hold the dressing room for too much longer. So, instead of making Takeo get one on the male's side, she had every plan to drag him with her into the female's dressing room. It was just a haunch that he wouldn't try to make any sexual passes at her.. that was clearly not their dynamic. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKO ooc: take your time with replies, no rush! and oh but wait for it, their conversation is just starting. gaybies! xD
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 20, 2017 14:17:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]"Bold's good," he started with a nod. "It's always good to step outside of your comfort zone every now and then." The blond spoke form experience. From, well, birth? Takeo was that one lone soul who would get his hands into anything that he shouldn't. Not because he was rebelling, but he was always curious. His curiosity was never satiated, he had to test his luck. Nothing fatal, just instances where the unknown was prevalent. And with Takeo being an adventurous soul, being bold came second nature. A personality trait he tried to impart on his friends and classmates. And well, strangers as well. Everyone could be a bit more bold in different aspects of their lives. All it took was a little tap or push in the right direction. But from previous experiences, you could only push someone so far before they were made to do the rest on their own. Which Takeo was fine with, so long as he helped. Even if it was just a minuscule amount.
He snickered. "I have no doubt that you'll slay them. They lack character." A thumb pointing toward the gaggle of geese like girls. "They fade into one another. Whereas you stand out. Shine brightly on your own." Head would nod before following her onward. Sapphire hues darting about the clothing that was hung on racks. Eyeing the female clothing rather intently. They looked nice. Soft, and very nice coloring. It was a shame that the selection of female clothes had far more variety than the male variant. Takeo huffed in thought, reaching out and quickly grabbing hold of a few shirts. Eyes not even aware to what he grabbed. The sizes, the colors, the styles. He had no idea what they were. But he knew he would try them on regardless. He was a good sport, after all.
His foot moved to take steps towards the male dressing rooms. But after watching the blonde maiden motion for him to follow her into the girl's dressing rooms, his head looked about before pointing to himself in mild shock and slight confusion. "Really?" There was a part of himself that wanted to refute the offer. But of course, the little devil on his shoulder appeared almost instantly and coerced him to simply go with the flow. The other seemed to want him to follow. And how rude would it be if he denied her such a simple request? And well, if need be, Takeo would put his acting skills to use and feign a very... underdeveloped female. Assuming that he could get away with shifting his voice. Maybe he should practice?
"What? No way," he fanned the thoughts away. "I'm not too hard to shop for. I can squeeze into a lot and uh, I don't really have a bad color~" His ego making an appearance in his words. "Er, although, if I could opt out of baggy pants, I'd appreciate that." He chuckled. Takeo had nothing against the bottoms. It was just not his style. Especially due to his physique. Fit and toned, yes. Abs, of course. Beefy? Not even close. He'd look utterly ridiculous in baggy jeans. And he was positive there was no shirt, jacket, combo of any top that would help him look flattering in those things.
A shame really, those pants didn't know what they were missing. Not having Takeo wear them. They were missing out on the latest upcoming idol sporting them and garnering all sorts of attention and sales. He shrugged his shoulders and snickered at himself. Strolling closer to the dressing room doors. "So, before you get to play dress up on me, I grabbed a bunch of random tops from a rack and wanted to try 'em out." His eyes motioned down to the collective of tops in his arms. "I think I could pull of a nice pink chiffon top, wouldn't you agree?" He couldn't keep a straight face for more than thirty seconds before he busted out into laughter.
Head craned about, tongue sticking out at a few of the girls who were in line. Followed by a snarky 'hahaha' as he entered one of the dressing rooms and closed the door behind him. Immediately, he took note to how much larger they were than the male variants. Another ridiculous facet of boutiques. But whatever! He managed to get into one and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. And besides, this wasn't so much about him as it was Ume. He was just present to uh, evoke her latent confidence and boldness. A mentor of sorts~ "You okay in there, Goldilocks~?" He inquired from his cubicle. Slowly coming out of his shirt and moving it aside.
"Let's see," He finally decided to look at the collective of clothes he snagged. And immediately, he laughed. What a grab. It was a collective of frilly, and deep v-cut blouses. A hand moved to scratch at the top of his head. Oh well, he had to play with the cards he was dealt, right? So without second thought, he grabbed hols of a baby blue midriff with with cream lace and slid himself into it. Moving his arms around within, he hummed in intrigue. Shocked that he could actually get into it, and curious as to how Ume would feel about it. Even though she was a new acquaintance, her opinion was valued.
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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Mar 20, 2017 16:10:26 GMT -5
Stepping out of her comfort zone was something that she had forgotten how to do. It was therapeutic to have met a stranger with such a beautiful spirit. Ume didn't necessarily believe that there were good people in the world still, and that was exactly what bothered her. She had been so reclusive to everyone else around her, and it was there general behavior that made her question almost everyone. But there were those select few that didn't bring a single bit of worry to her thoughts. With Takeo, she didn't feel as if she wanted to take a step on the back burner to observe and analyze. She felt inclined to stand out and be seen. It was akin to a girl who wanted to be the pricess of her own world. It was something born to those who bore the title of being the only child. The only difference was that Ume's parents didn't bring about any sense of her that. Her mother came close, but even then she was restricted due to the fact that her father was so obssessed with making sure that his daughter was not like the others. Spoiled and pampered.. Ume was learning that she was going to have to do that for herself, and guard her sense of character all at the same time. The world had taught her that with slight cruelty. His motioning to the girls, speaking of them fading into one another, she let her green eyes look passed him as she stopped in her walking backwards. He wanted her to shine, and those words caused her heart to beat a little fast with the chill that danced along the surface of her skin. It was nothing in particular, but it was almost as if she'd had a strange sense of deja vu. The words were the confidence boost that she needed, because she could hear in his tone that there was minimal jesting as they had been. Regardless, she managed to make light of the situation and gave a rather confident nod of her head. "I'm not worried about them so much. Not anymore.." Hearing herself say the words were all the reassurance that she needs. Giving others that much control over her life was not something she was thinking that she felt she could relinquish the reigns to outright. This was her life, and so allowing others to berate her and further misconstrue the aesthetic aspect of beauty felt disheartening. They were beholders that simply did not like her, and that was an energy she would not allow herself to commit to. "Maybe you're an angel in disguise afterall, Takeo-kun~" There was a vibrant smile when she moved towards the dressing rooms, letting the other male finish grabbing the blouses and bottoms she was meant to try. As he did so, she took the time to move through the small selection of men's clothing.. Ume was quick to do a quick fingering through the shirts and the pants that they had to offer, but there was nothing that stod out to her. not here in this boutique. "We're going to need to go to another store if I'm to choose your outfit for you." It was the honest truth really. She didn't want to have to be forced to choose from what this store had to offer. She could respect his boundaries of nobaggy clothing, but that didn't mean that they had to stay here. The clothing for women were far more in abundance than anything else. That much she was certain of. Outside of the dressing room, the moment she opened the door and moved inside she turned a glance towards the blouses that he retrieved for her and she took the lot of them and set them off to the side. Ume could tell that he was a little nervous about being in this area and so she didn't seem to push it too much. He wanted her to play dress up. He wanted her to be his japanese doll for a little while. The thought was one of fun. It could have been viewed as unethical in a sense with him in the dressing room, or then again perhaps she was simple minded for assuming that the boy in her company was a homosexual boy. Regardless, his being her fashion coordinator worked out just fine in him waiting for her outside of the actual dressing room. She meant nothing bad about it, her mind just immediately related him to being just "one of the girls". Ume would not have ever said so outright, but what she did know how to do was to pick up on cues. She would have to poke at the subject a little at another time to confirm her thoughts. If he was a not a boy who favored boys, then she'd feel like a fool. Curiosity killed the cat, and assuptions also got people in trouble. Ume was certain that she was about to be a prime example of that. When he called out to her to see how she was doing, she had managed to remove the floral print pants that she was already trying on to slip on a pair of flattering denim. They were ripped along the front to show skin and hugged her tiny waist just where the curve of her hip began to show definition to a rather nice apple bottom. She closed the clasp on the zipper and then she laughed nervous. "Don't judge me when you see me. I actually kind of like it, though I think I'm going to need a nice pair of black heels instead of boots." She said rather honestly, her eyes mixing and matching the articles of clothing against her. She'd finally found the top that she wanted to pair with it, and it was a mid-drift top that cut across her stomach and hugged her bosom snuggly. The shirt in itself hung loosely along her shoulder and the front said 'LUV' in black letters. Adjusting it along her shoulder so that it hung off a bit more as it was supposed to, she finally opened the door to the dressing room that she was in and peeked her head out, curly blonde hair dancing on invisible air along the front of her face. Coyly, she managed to cut him an innocent smile. Managing to slide her feet back into the sandals she'd been wearing, she grabbed the black boots in her right hand and stepped out. Finally her stride picked up into a skip and as she approached him, she twirled on her heels in a half moon arc around him and gave off a charismatic laugh. "Kozakura Ume! Nice to meet you, Takeo-kun~!" She gave a half wave with her right hand and let her laughter silence into a genuine smile. There was nothing short of honesty in her words, and the way that she spoke them wasn't forced but very natural.. paying ode to his comment of her needing to shine and ignore everyone else. She'd done so swimmingly enough that the girls that were in a group together had grown silent and merely stared at the shocking change of what she'd been wearing. Little did the hags know, this was only one outfit. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKO ooc: oh how i luff them. xD ume's first outfit can be found HERE.
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 21, 2017 22:56:35 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]"Guardian angel, huh?" Clad in the female top, the blond moved to curl the fingers of his right hand against the ball of his chin. Pondering over Ume's statement. Could he really be considered to be a guardian angel to the other? That would definitely end up being an ego booster. As if the boy needed any other fuel to enlarge his already double wide ego and fat head. Nevertheless, Takeo snickered happily at the compliment. Or well, the statement he was going to take as a compliment, rather. That insinuated that he at least made her feel good about herself. And well, from the moment he met her up until now, he could tell the blonde maiden was slowly growing more confident in herself and her actions. The thoughts of the other girls, the pack of hyenas, the peanut gallery; they didn't matter at all. And that's exactly wanted Takeo to help her to see. As long as you felt confident in your decisions, who cared what anyone else thought? Hehe, maybe he should pursue the career of life coach or guidance counselor..?
Nah, being an idol was still his number one dream. "Ah please," he chuckled, "no doubt that you won't look anything less than excellent from me~" His hands slipped into his pockets as she stepped out of the dressing room. The girls behind the pair, as well as Takeo, stood in silence. Sapphire hues blinked, taking in the drastic change from frumpy to fashionable. A wide, proud, and toothy grin plastered on his visage as he shot her a thumbs up in confirmation. "Considered them, slain." Ume pulled off the outfit quite nicely. Better than quite nicely, it fit her very well! And here he thought she wouldn't want to step out of the plain Jane ensembles. Proud of her strides, he gave her a sequence of claps. "Ten out of ten~"
Now she was looking like a teenager. Well, one who enjoyed hanging out on the weekends in lieu of being stuck inside reading the dictionary or knitting a sweater. Yuck. Just the thought made the boy visible shudder in discomfort. He had no personal vendetta against against knitting needles and the book of idioms. They just, uh, weren't his go to choices for entertainment. They sounded like cruel methods of punishment rather than recreational activities. "I think you should definitely grab this fit." Head nodded, looking at the shirt he had poured himself into. "Me, on the other hand, I should get out of this thing." The male chuckled.
"Nice color, and pretty soft. But uh, I bet I'd end up stretching it out or something." Or. he'd end up washing it wrong. Thereby shrinking the poor shirt and crying over wasted currency. But his brows perked up at Ume's offer to traverse Harajuku in search of a different stores to play dress up with himself. "Ah, you're sweet!" He started, "but you don't have to do all that, honest~ I'm just here to guide you to a good day. Y'know, standard guardian angel stuff. The things they teach ya in the beginner courses before they send you off to Earth." A wink would trail after his words. He was going to take this angel thing for a spin. Just for a while, until it didn't amuse him anymore.
He took a seat against one of the provided benches. Palms flat against the surface. "So, is most of your wardrobe florals and uh, bland attire?" He asked with a smirk, tilting his head ever so slightly. Still taking in the change of demeanor and attire that Ume displayed. "If so, I think you should do a detox." Another nod ensued. "I'm sure you could get a pretty penny for your old clothes. Keep the shoes though, they're important~" an index finger would rise after he gave his advice. "Hm.. I thought they have a place that'd take 'em around here. But, I'm sure the galleria near Shiba-Koen would be willing to take 'em. Give you some nice change in exchange."
If worst came to worst, and Ume was the generous type, she could always donate her clothes to the less fortunate?
"Assuming you want to just, dive in and change of course." A hand waved nonchalantly. "Feel free to take baby steps. I'm used to just rushing in head first... sort of." His statement was half accurate. Takeo was a thinker, despite his appearance and jauntily social personality. The male contemplated on the ins and outs of situations before he made a move. Unless his heart beat his brain, then it was up in the air how he'd react. But it would always be in the best interest of whoever he wanted to save or protect. A similarity he shared with Sentai Venus. It caused him to grin.
Then he felt a sudden flash. One of his past memories pushing to the forefront of his mind. A blurry image of Sentai Venus, himself, kneeling to a woman clad in a gorgeous gown. His princess..? Takeo had sat silent for a moment, face painted in a dazed stupor. Coming back to, he'd shake his head and chuckle bashfully.
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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Mar 21, 2017 23:59:01 GMT -5
Ume supposed he was something of a guardian angel in a way. She had never thought of it that way before. He was her saving grace, even if the situation was minimal compared to what could have really been out there in the world. Even while she was in the dressing room beforehand changing the way that she viewed Takeo seemed to shift without her really noticing. Her disposition towards him was most certainly friendly, but she knew that she would also defend him it she felt any others were going to impede and oppress him in any way. First impressions really were everything to the third year Mato Azuba student, and she knew that Takeo was someone who had made a great one by giving her this courage to look pass what was right in front of her. To view herself in a different way and that was exactly what she needed. Someone strong like him to stand in her defense while she figured herself out long enough to get through a day. She may not have said it aloud, but his vibe was something she felt the need to cling to. To cherish, because he really did liven her up. The smile on her face felt natural and not forced. She was thankful to have a new friend to revitalize all that she was. The compliment of her looking more excellent and then his slain comment caused her to laugh a little louder than before. She was quick to draw her hands over her lips and she turned to look at herself in one of the mirrors. The clothes that she'd had on before didn't look so bunched. Looking at herself, she felt as if the floral really was out. She gave a small huff of satisfacation to her image, and she turned on her heels to look at Takeo a moment. "I guess you really are a guardian angel." She said with a small smile after he mentioned 'ten out of ten'. "It's only because of you that it this is even possible. Luckily I have father's credit line on hand today." There was a small smirk that curled at the corner of her lips, her green eyes leveling with Takeo's blue ones. The moment that he started motioning to needing to get out of his attire, she gave a small nod of her head. That they did. She took a moment cast her eyes in the men's section. At least something that he could wear around th emall, something out of this store. Ume had already assumed that she wouldn't be changing back into her old clothing... she essentially felt great. Turning to glance at him, she laughed at his words. "Well if Earth is where they send you.. I'll gladly take a one way ticket home." She laughed nonchalantly. "Wherever that is." She scoffed, and rolled her eyes in jest. Who was 'they' at that? She looked down at herself and her outfit, already dismissing her words. She was simply flowing with the conversation, accepting what the reality was. Her home was somewhere near the outskirts of Tokyo. A large family home that was empty and loud. It echoed. It was a home meant for a family and her entire life it felt empty, even now as she stays there alone. The thought was the reality in the moment, but she shrugged it away. Nothing could bring her down today more than she already was. She left out the little fact that she was mostly sad because this day ran in tangent with the day that her mother was killed in a car accident. It was one of those things that she often thinks about, one of those core memories that she would never forget about. If she was allowed any emotional minutes in the day, Takeo had most certainly cut into that time.. he'd never know. After dancing through the men's section, grabbing and picking on instinct. She was learning to go with first instincts. They were usually the best instincts and occurred for a reasoning. When she returned to the dressing rooms, she'd had an OUTFIT in hand for Takeo to try on. "I guess you could say that.. my mother wanted to keep me 'cute'.. dumbed down and out of the eyes of the public." A wicked but loving woman all at the same time. She was all that Ume knew. It was a sort of tough love that her parents had given her. But it wasn't enough. "But I'm going to wear this outfit out of here today, and we can try the rest of the clothes we buy today on at my house afterwards if you'd like.." She managed to say in invitation for him, moving towards the bench that he was sitting at to lay his outfit out for him. She listened to hi as he spoke of the various places that take your old clothes off of your hands. "Hand me downs" is what she'd heard people call them before. Ume had never known anything of the sort strangely. "Lets both leave in something new today. We can grab a few more outfits from another store for you and seeing as I live near the Shiba-Koen district, we can make a quick stop at these locations you speak of.. I've never known of shops that take your old clothes and give you money for it.." There was something about her tone. It conveyed that of someone who was learning something new. If that was the case, there were so many articles of clothing that she needed to get rid of. Alot of them belonged to her mother, and a great deal of them belonged to her. But by the time that she finished shopping today, she would have an entirely different wardrobe. Retail therapy.. she wondered if it was something that someone could be given as a solution when they were feeling down in the day. "Let me grab the rest of these selections and then we can make haste. Let me know if you like the outfit!" She gave him a wink before turning on her heels to go retrieve her belongings. From the way that she was acting, it was if she was reuniting with an old friend of sorts. The level of comfort she'd had with him was astounding. In a lot of ways, she really was thankful. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKO ooc: ugh, i can't even with them. :'D
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Mar 26, 2017 13:06:41 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]Father's credit card line? Ohoho, a rich girl! That explained it. Well, some of it, he supposed. Takeo wasn't one to judge a book by t's cover, so he would have never jumped to the conclusion Ume came from a family of money. Although, it would explain a few of her mannerisms and possibly her previous attire? Hm, most rich kids... well, the one's from the movies and television shows at least; tried to rebel against their parents. Wear the most revealing and scandalous clothing. Ah, but then there were the respectable children of the well off. To with which, Takeo had placed Ume into said category. She didn't seem like the type to give her parent's grief. If anything, maybe it was that cliche set up of parents attempting to help their child break out of their shell? Which didn't seem too hard. Now that he actually got her to talk and move about. But then again, not everyone had the same approach as he. His boldness was to thank.
Brows perked upward in intrigue. Her mother tried to keep her out of the public eye? Interesting. Humming to himself, he pondered on what professions her parents had. A pair of actors? A director and actress? Maybe a model and philanthropist?? "I don't blame her," Takeo started, "there's some pretty bad people out here yanno? And a pretty girl like you?" His arms crossed against his chest in x formation. "They'll try to taint you. No good." He chuckled afterwards, lowering his arms and shaking his head. "Ah, but it's pretty fun too. The danger, I mean." Shoulders shrugged. "But i'm pretty biased. Thrill seeking trumps... uh, nap time for me." Being safe was all fine and well, but that spark of excitement that came from dancing with danger? It was too good to give up! Takeo was a mild daredevil. So he would never partake in stunts that would detrimentally harm himself or others.
"Nice choice~" A thumbs up was given to her outfit. And she planned to wear it out even? Great! That'd definitely be a boost to her confidence. And she'd no doubt garner the attention of a few denizens as she traversed the Harajuku streets. The boy had a sixth sense about these kinds of things. He hadn't been wrong... yet. And hopefully, he could keep his winning streak on the up and up. He was also quite curious as to how his fellow blonde handled being flirted with. She didn't seem like the type to crumble. But she also didn't give off the aura that she would take control of the situation either. Possibly blush and shrug off the compliments? Maybe dismiss the advances altogether? He snickered just thinking about it.
The clothes the other had picked out were passed into his possession. Sapphire hues examined the ensembles before nodding and humming. The girl had good taste, that was a plus. It made him less weary to continue onward to other stores. There was a small bit of fear that he'd end up trying on boring flannels and ascots. The thought alone, made him shudder. But thankfully, those worries had flown out of the window. "I get to go to a fancy schmancy house too? Today's my lucky day~" The male chuckled with a nod, "we can hit some other stores too. But fiiirst, let's try on one of these outfits you got here." And without a second to spare, the blond slipped back into the dressing room. Closing the door and locking it behind him as his clothes fell to the floor almost effortlessly.
First, his hand gripped onto a navy colored short sleeved t-shirt. Plain and simple, something nice to start with when layering. The neckline had a defined dip to it, to with which Takeo enjoyed. He slipped into the shirt and looked about the collective of clothes for a pair of bottoms. A nice pair of denim jeans. Brown belt laying next to them. With a nod, he slipped into both. Fastening the belt around his waist and looking himself over in the reflection of the mirror before giving himself a cheeky grin. Humming to himself, he spotted the final piece of the ensemble. A black and white stripped sweater. Navy blue with whit polka-dot interior design. He was sold.
He slipped the jacket on, feet back into his black boots and opened the door to the dressing room. Sliding out and striking a pose. Peace sign turned 90 degrees and over his right eye. "Sooo, how do I look~?"
Personally, Takeo enjoyed it! It was right up the alley of idol downtime wear. Not too flashy, but just enough to make himself known among the crowd and occasional paparazzi. It was perfect. Comfy too. So it was a win win in the blond's book. He slid over to the nearest mirror to observe himself once more. Striking pose after pose, various facial expressions and stares before he chuckled. "I like this one!" His head craned back to Ume, a bright beam on his visage. "You might be a better fashion consultant than me~ and that's saying a lot. Because, hehe, not to toot my own horn but," a dramatic pose was given. "I'm one of the greats~"
He would hold the pose for a few seconds, returning to his normal stature and grinning wide. "So we're going to pay for these and head onward?" Reaffirming the plan of action before his brows perked once more. "Oh wait, you said you live in the Shiba-koen area, right?" Could that mean, she didn't attend Mugen academy? "Do you happen to go to Mato-Azabu? That's the high school around that district, right?"
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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Mar 26, 2017 15:50:30 GMT -5
Ume could see that there was vague intrigue in his eyes. From the moment that she'd returned from grabbing up her long strapped purse that she threw over her shoulder diagnally, the clothes she was purchasing in her left arm. She looked like a kid in a candy store, the look that was on her face. It was as if the styles that he chose for her were far different and more of the times than the kind that her mother had left her with. It had been four whole years since she continued to wear what she could simply fit or maybe clothing that belonged to her mom that she'd suddenly grown into the moment she started advancing through puberty. She was shaping out quite nicely into a young woman, which meant that her mother's clothes were as "fashionable" as she was going to get.. until she realized that there were decent clothing shops out there. It was okay to go out and look for nice things to wear and to spoil herself from time to time. For a moment, it was like a breath of fresh air to be able to relate to the other girls at school. In this instance, she knew that one of the many missing puzzle pieces of her life had fallen right into place. She knew that Takeo was that puzzle piece. He agreed and then complimented her after forewarning of the bad people out there. She gave a slight nod of her head. She'd knew that there were bad people out there, she encountered them all the time, but then again she knew that there worse. Snotty nosed girls couldn't have been the worst of them surely. "Tainted.." She let the word roll off of her tongue absently as he removed the clothes that she had picked out for him and disappeared into a dressing room. She took the time to ponder over what he'd said. The temptation and thrill of the unknown was how her mind perceived her, and she looked down at herself for a moment. "Well I'm certainly dressed for a little danger." Of course, she had no idea what kind of danger it was that Takeo was speaking of. She supposed if she was to hang around him long enough, she would find out. The thought excited her, perhaps and offshoot of feeding off of his energy, and she was certain it was also in part to her curiosity to branch out and grow herself. She needed to get used to being around people she wanted to know people. If there were beautiful people out there such as Takeo, why wouldn't she want to bring those people into her life and cherish them much in the light that he was cherishing her now? This felt more than right to her on some level. Ume reflected on whether or not her house was in fancy shape or not. He'd called it "fancy schmancy".. and that was perhaps right. It was almost estate like, large enough that if there was full household.. then her family would have needed a butler or a maid. Unfortunately, her parents never had anymore children after her. They promised her a brother a sister in her youth, but their careers simply got the best of them.. careers and scandal. All the things of entertainment and politics that she hated and that she wanted nothing to do with. It was only after Takeo asked how he looked that she blinked, hardly realizing that she was in deep thought. That she was, perhaps, reflecting on her life in conjunction to the one that Takeo had grown up living. She envied him in a lot of ways, but she was making up for lost time. She wanted that excitement of experiencing life for what it really is, and as such this put her in the mindset to start taking paths of the unknown whe she was presented with them. Perhaps what she was searching for had been nothing short of meaning. "Well aren't you dashing!" She exclaimed in an excited and happy tone. She managed to gradually take a step back, her eyes dancing along his taller physique, her head craning to the side as she tucked hair behind her ears. The beaming upturn of her lips and the light of her smile reached her eyes and she was rather proud with what she'd chosen for him and what he liked. "It's only sheer luck and instinct that I grabbed those clothes," She scoffed with jest. "..I hardly paid attention to my mother when she was designing clothes for others.. the fashion industry wasn't for her daughter." Ume admitted in a simple sentence, and a shrug of her shoulders. It was textbooks all day, but she was sure that she actually paid alot of attention to everything that her mother didn't want her to pay attention to when she was younger. Ume did possess a knack for fashion, now having the confidence to exercise or even show interest in something such as fashion had escaped her. She really didn't have the time to pour interest into something that she had little confidence with.. this? This was just for fun. Motioning for them to head towards the checkout counter with their new clothing items, she reached out with her free hand to take whatever clothing he'd had to toss them ontop of hers. He knew the plan and she gave a slight nod of her head. "These are my treat this time around." She gave a small nod of her head. "My way of saying.. thank you..!" She chimed out with reason, green eyes turning to glance at him with the same genuine nature that she harbored from the moment she began to acclimate herself to his presence. And then he questioned her about the area that she lived in. Green eyes sparkled with a little bit of pride at the mention of her high school. This was what she had developed since her first year and her acceptance. She started at T A Girls Academy, but the moment that her excellence in study surpassed even their standards, her parents sought out more challenging schools for her. "H-hai! I'm third year at Mato-Azabu High School.." She stated rather casually, not letting the pride reach her voice. Setting her items on the counter with Takeo's she smirked. "Apparently I wasn't good enough for Mugen Academy's standards." She said casually, letting minor distaste roll off her tongue in a dismissive fashion. Maybe it was her image.. or then again, maybe she wasn't smart enough. But her grades said different at Mato-Azabu High. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKOooc: no worries, loved your post ~
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Post by TAKEO AIKO on Apr 1, 2017 17:32:21 GMT -5
[attr="class","kfbase"] [attr="class","kftop"] [attr="class","kficon"] [attr="class","kfboxbase"] SUPER ROOKIE [attr="class","kfbox"]As the blond listened onward to the girl's explanation of her lucky grabs, his brows perked in intrigue at the divulging of what she probably assumed to be a minuscule tidbit about her life. But, to Takeo, it sounded pretty amazing. Having a mother engrossed in the world of fashion? Sounded like Ume should have been the first person to get sneak peeks at all of the latest and greatest! The new trends and upcoming colors and patterns. She'd have a competitive edge among the others. Male and female alike. It did strike him a bit odd that the maiden hadn't pursued a career in the field. Or more specifically, modeling the fashions and creations. As he had previously thought, and stated, he believed Ume to have not only the face; but the body to become a great model. All she needed was the matching levels of confidence. And BAM, a phenom. But of course, now that he had gotten a chance to get to know her a little bit better, he could see that model may not have been the best career move right off.
"I wouldn't want you to get yourself in over your head, Goldilocks~" Takeo teased, walking back inside of the dressing room and gathering the collective of clothes that didn't make the final cut. Looking them over once more before humming to himself. Should he try on something else? Just for the hell of it? Ah, but then again, he was very much pleased with the outfit Ume had grabbed for him. And well, he could see himself walking out of this place in this outfit. And quite frankly, he deserved this outfit. That settled it, he was getting this. With a nod of confirmation, Takeo decided he would take the loss and buy the ensemble.
Stepping outside of the dressing room once more, bundle of clothes in hand, he shot Ume a grin and motioned for the two to make their way to the front. But, before he could get the clothes paid for, he needed to separate his own from the medley of fashion he had grabbed. The frills and blouses would have to be set back down. Maybe next time. Or well, maybe not. He found them quite nice, but it was a tad stuffy in those things. "I'll be right back~" and with that, the boy strolled off to place the clothes back. One by one, he moved the blouses back to where they belonged. Finally lowering the group of clothes to his own clothes and moving back to the cashier. To with which, he was met with a pleasant surprise.
"W-wait, really??" His sapphire hues widened before blinking in sequence. Ume had told him she was going to buy the outfit for him? B-but, he had money. And wouldn't it be mooching if he simply let her do it without protest? "N-no no, you don't have to do that!" Takeo's hands waved frantically back and forth, trying to plead his case. He even went to grab the wallet from his pants. But it was too late, the cashier had tapped away at the register and the clothing was paid for.
This girl was a quick one. Duly noted.
"Alright," Takeo began, having his old clothes placed into a bag for easy carrying. "I'm going to get you back for that. Don't know when, but, I'll get ya~" He bowed to her in thanks. His ponytail hanging over his shoulder before he rose back up with a wide smile. "Oh hey, why don't we stop for a snack or something!" More so an idea than a question. "My treat, no exceptions!" Takeo wouldn't even give the girl a chance to deny. He took her hand and led her out of the boutique. Back onto the busier street and began peering about for a food stand or stall.
"Oh," better idea, "I'll let you decide!" Once again, he had grown rather curious with the girl. What kind of snacks did she enjoy in her leisure? Since she seemed to not get out too much, maybe there was something she wanted to try that she couldn't before? Eh, or something to that degree. All the same, he would let her decide. He was up for anything!
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Post by UME KOZAKURA on Apr 2, 2017 1:44:27 GMT -5
He seemed shocked by her kind offer to pay for the clothing that he chose to wear. Ume could understand why, most certainly, but she was definitely not the type to comment or say anything more. She intentionally wanted to make it to the counter first to take care of the clothing. The clerks were worried about getting the sell. That was what was most important for them. They got the comission based on who they rang up, and it just so happened that the worker in this particular boutique was waiting for them to get there the moment that she saw them approaching with so many clothes. She would definitely get the biggest sell with the few things that they were going to leave this store with today. Because she'd gotten the feeling that Takeo was the type that wasn't going to let her pay for anything, Ume had already reached into her purse and slid the woman a card across the counter. She was fast, she was swift. It really was her treat this time around. There was nothing that he could do about it if the clerk hurried and that was the look that Ume had managed to give her while Takeo was fishing around for his wallet. There was something of a smug smirk that curled itself at the corner of her lips, and then she laughed lightly at his expression and the words that had fallen from his lips. She gave him a wink and stuck her tongue out in his direction, and then reached out to grab up the bags the moment slid them along the counter with the clothes folded neatly inside. Or as neat as they were going to be thrown and shuffled around throughout their day. Regardless, her stomach gave off a soft grumble.. a familiar one. She was hungry, and for a moment it was like he read her thoughts. He'd taken her hand and began to pull her right out of the boutique and into the streets of Harajuku once again. This time she could see eyes glancing their way. It didn't feel negative to say the least, the attention that they were getting with the way that both of their faces were glowing with what seemed to be such a positive energy and vibe between the two of them. Ume felt rather comfortable, right at home in his presence, but she didn't understand why. Regardless, his friendship was something she needed and that she clung to. " Takeo-kun.. !" She called out to him with a small giggle as she pulled her hand away and lifted it like a visor to glance at the sun. Her smile settled quite nicely, and it caused the sun reflecting off of her green eyes shine all the more with a beautiful and genuine happiness. Then he told her that he would let her decide and for a moment her smile faded into one of inquisitve thought. She glanced at the sky, and then lifted the bags in her hands to squeeze to her chest.. hugging them in thought. " Shopping is a workout and I am hungry.. it reminds me of the kind of successful hunger pains that I get from winning a gymnastics or volleyball tournament." She admitted, and then she let her hands fall to her side. She probably didn't seem like the sort that would enjoy sports, and to simply be all about academics, but at Mato-Azabu High School she was in the top 5 for best athlete in her particular fields of interest. Ume loved Gymnastics and she loved volleyball too. She'd never give them up if she had it her away and it's likely something she knew she would take to college with her. After one more thought of silence, he glanced in his direction. " I think I saw a delicious smelling Ramen stand just a little ways off.. Let's go find it?" She asked curiously. ---- tag: TAKEO AIKO ooc: take as long as you need fraaan, no worries ~ <3
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