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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 23:34:49 GMT -5
"You are insane." he repeated again, now dragging his feet as she dragged him. They wondered past shelf and shelf, aisle and aisle. Now he was slowly starting to make glances at the items. Though now that he was it was a little overwhelming. With his free hand, Emmett pulled down on his round neck collar, felling just a bit kept in. He swallowed and at first resisted saying something but went on with, "Hot in here or is it just me?" skipping 'Is it' completely, just getting to the point maybe.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 23:36:54 GMT -5
"It's you," she replied nonchalantly. "The insanity and the temperature. Here! This is perfect." She pulled out a pair of black jeans, faded with a little roughness to the edges. "What do you think?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 22, 2007 23:44:01 GMT -5
Looking them up and down he really didn't have much to say about them. They were jeans. Jeans were jeans, it wasn't science. There was no long division to add on to that. It was just there, that was it. Simple, so simple. "Uhh..." he didn't have really an opinion to hold to it. "It's nice I guess." trying to atleast say something to her about it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 22, 2007 23:46:28 GMT -5
Caylee fished through the rack to find a pair in Emmett's size. She folded it over her arm, and went on a search for another pair. "Find something that you like. Anything. Don't be shy."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 20:53:42 GMT -5
Rather than laughing or poking at her last words, he just lips twitched and he turned just his head to look around. Hands still hiding in his pockets, he fiddled with the loose items in them quietly. He turned just slightly to look around even more standing in place. He wasn't exactly sure what to think about anything. Sometimes he'd see something that was eyecatching, but maybe today he just wasn't in the mood. He reached up to his bangs with his left hand and scratched at his hair line before brushing the black strands back, having to do so three times as they kept bouncing back. "NNeehh....I don't know Mary Jane. I don't...shop."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 20:59:44 GMT -5
"It's not that hard," she scoffed. "Listen. You see something you want. You find it in your size. You go try it on. You give it to me. I buy it. Really simple, actually." She found the jeans in his size, and put the other jeans back. The jeans were folded over her forearm as she came behind to Emmett to push him forward, guided by her hands on his hips. "Look around. Do you see anything that you could remotely imagine yourself wearing?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 21:12:58 GMT -5
His body flenched, jumping but not leaving the ground, feeling her push behind him. His arms shot up defensively and completely impulsively. He looked back at her with an odd stare as he was forced foward, more relaxed now but keeping his arms level with his shoulders, bent in towards him. "Whoa. Okay wait, you didn't say I had to try anything on. I don't know if I exactly..." trailing off quietly, not wanting to argue with her or make her upset with him for being deficult.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 21:33:23 GMT -5
"How do you expect me to get you anything if they don't fit you?" she turned him towards a rack. "Oh these look nice," then to another direction. "Look at these!" she wasn't even giving him time to look at anything. She was more trying to loosen him up, make him laugh.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 21:36:51 GMT -5
As she jerked his view and feet from one place to another he pulled against her slightly. At first it just made him more anxious and nervious but then he smiled and rolled his eyes over her. "Geh- heh, MJ..." he sighed looking at her from the corners of his eyes through his hair. She was either going to make him break something, hurt himself and her, or get dizzy and throw up.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 21:38:20 GMT -5
Caylee pouted and put her chin on his shoulders. She whimpered slightly for effect. "C'mon Emmiiiie. Cooperate? Fowh meeh?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 21:47:07 GMT -5
His cheeks burned, though he wasn't sure if they were red or not. Still the guilt she piled on him, staring up at him like that was too heavy. "I aaaaamm... I'm just no good at this stuuuff..." clenching his teeth when he'd finished talking. He wasn't, and he didn't like shopping, and he didn't want to try on clothes. He wouldn't have had a problem with it except she'd throw the spotlight on him and make him come out and show her everything one by one. Emmett was no model, and besides that it felt like some kind of judging.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 21:49:52 GMT -5
"All I'm asking you to do is pick out clothes that you like. Not even clothes. Just a pair of pants and a shirt. That's it. Two things. Come on. You can act out a monologue in front of hundreds of people, but you can't try on two articles of clothings?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 22:29:42 GMT -5
He hated when she'd pull that on him. It was completely different. "It's completely different." he debated with her. He felt it was anyway. To get up on stage, the crowed watching really wasn't there, because once Emmett got into character, boy was he in character. Yet when he was here, he was Emmett. And Mary Jane was herself, and she really was there seeing him wearing the clothes she'd picked for him. There was no plot to distract him from what was really going on.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 26, 2007 22:31:59 GMT -5
"Okay, fine then," she turned him around to face her, her hands still on his hips. "You are not Emmett Briggs. You are an actor looking for a costume for a role as a young, hip teenage boy. You need to get a complete outfit for rehearsal and it's due today. What do you do?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 26, 2007 22:59:56 GMT -5
Tilting his head back he groaned softly and sighed. "Nooo...come on. I don't feel like role playing or acting or anything right now." He wasn't into the game she'd lay out. Now he kind of just wanted to get this over with. "Okay...we got pants. Now just...pick whatever shirt you want." he told her softly, trying not to have any attitude towards her. He still wanted to be nice about it all.
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