Subject: Wardrobe Decisions.
Posted on: 2018-01-11 21:15:00 UTC
"What do you mean you don't have any other clothes?"
Cass sighed and flopped onto the bed like a sack of studiously indifferent potatoes. "I don't need any other clothes, Em. That's what the Disguise Generator's for."
"Oh. My. God. You have not been wearing the same outfit for the past three months." Em clambered out of the armchair and folded her arms, her foot tapping indignantly on the floor. "Like, have you even been doing laundry?"
"... Spells count, right?"
"You are unbelievable."
"You're a weregerbil."
"Don't change the subject." Em twitched her nose. "We are taking you clothes shopping and don't even try to get out of it."
"Look, Emma, if you want to go clothes shopping, I won't stop you. Go. Take my purse if you want to, I know you blew threw your money for this month already. I just don't care about how I look. It doesn't matter to me."
"Huh." Emma stopped tapping her foot, deep in thought. "Damn. You hate it that much?"
"Hate implies I care about it."
The clock in the corner of the room ticked. Every one seemed louder than the last. The RC beeped the beep of the righteous. The bathroom mirror prophesied their inevitable doom, which told them it was a Tuesday.
"Can I ask a question, Cass?"
"Pedant. Anyway, were you serious about me taking your purse shopping on El Worldo Uno? I know how you are with money."
"If it got me out of a shopping trip I would let you have my friggin' kidney."
"Wow. Uh. Okay. I mean, uh, I knew you didn't like it? But... yeah."
"I'm technically an adult, and adults get to decide what that means. In my case? Wear one set of clothing until it's basically a bunch of loosely connected holes, then buy the exact same outfit. Clothes shopping is an experience akin to having both my legs broken with a hammer and I never want to do it again."
"Fine! Jeez. Like, you made your point."
"Hey, I wouldn't make you go to LeakyCon-"
"Ugh. Gurl, for real, can you not with that name? I know what the history is, but it just sounds like a bunch of old folks packed into a convention centre talking about adult diapers."
"My point exactly."
"Dude, I said you already made your damn point. I get it, okay?"
"Yeah. I... yeah. Sorry."
"It's okay, Cass." Em sat down beside her and ruffled her hair. "You're okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to ever again, okay?"
The clocks kept ticking. Louder and louder. Filling the silence until Cassie could speak again.
"Ohfercryinoutloud. Cass, you wanna get that?"
"Sure. Um. Wow. Potterverse AU where all the magic is replaced with spy gadgets. This seems... dumb."
"Oh, jeez. At least it's your wheelhouse."
"And I know you came from KP, so the spy stuff? Your wheelhouse. Come on, Em, let's get the DG out. Black cargo trousers and T-shirts ahoy."
"Sweet. Just... Cassie?"
"Don't forget your pants."