“Hey Rel? You done day dreaming?"
From Create Your Own Story
Snapping back to reality, you awaken to Hon’s curious face, looking at you with wide blue eyes. A bit surprised, you back a few steps away. You then look to your surroundings, it’s a shop full of clothing, a mirror in the corner, the Dunbarton Tailor. You then turn your attention back to Hon and realize he’s tossed aside his old skirt and blouse combination in exchange for an even more girly outfit, this one consisting of a large sash across his chest, wrapping around his body in ways that could not be comfortable, all held together by a single bowknot in the back, ribbon like.
He smiles and bridges his fingers together. “How do I look?” His tone is playfully annoying.
“Do you really want me to tell you?”
“I’ll take it back, then.” Not looking too disappointed by your statement, he merrily skips to the dressing room, having too much fun. I’m not paying for those.
You remember now, the two of you had made it to Dunbarton to go look over the prices and, hopefully, run into Hon’s brother, Xi. Once there, him and you looked at the shops outside but somehow ended up stuck in a shopping spree. Or what would be a shopping spree, if either of you weren’t such cheapskates.
You must’ve fell asleep, Hon’s modeling career doesn’t exactly pique your interests.
Small and cozy, this was definitely the same shop, same as ever. You yourself were never much of a fashionista, preferring durable armor as opposed to stylish dresses, but you still came to visit this old store every once in a while, sometimes as Hon’s second opinion, other times as a treat to yourself after a long day of work. You rarely bought anything, but it was nice to play dress up in expensive clothes for a change. Just because you have a preference for efficiency over appearance doesn’t mean you don’t like looking nice, both durable and attractive you would say to yourself.
Crrk!
The dressing room doors open, revealing Hon, the top of his head now adorned by a pair of ears. Those of the animal variety. Namely, rabbit. White and stocky with bright pink insides, a shade of pink that one would normally find on one’s face after an embarrassing mishap or accident or mistake. And yet the only one troubled by this whole scene was you. I… I mean…
“What about this? Does this fit me? I tried my best to make it work…” the oversized sleeves of his flap in the air, “…But I don’t think they have any of these in my size.” Along with the headband ears was a fluffy white robe, fit for a being worth of at least three Hons. A cloth meant for cold weather, not for the light breeze of today, surely he was suicidal! You came here with your friend, a person with strange interests but interests that at least were accepted within public laws, and now were about to leave with a costumed bunny. You knew only two options existed. To save him from further harassment in the outside world by telling him now, or to swallow up your pride by letting him be happy just this once. Both his and your fate depend on your words.
“So what do you think about this, Rel?”
