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Somewhere in Paris, Wednesday Afternoon

It was cold. There was snow. In July.

Rikku and Dōjima greatly disapproved of this situation, even with cute penguins.

Which was probably why they had grabbed a portal and gone back to Paris, with the intention of seeing exactly how much damage they could inflict on the shopping districts with some quality Girl Time.

Pity the poor shopgirls.

"Ano, Rikku," Dōjima said, grinning as she flipped through the rack, "What do you think, black or pink?"

[OOC: Rikku modded with permissions, and post locked to the other members of the posse. Up early for SP Justice! NFB due to distance, some (most) links may be NWS. It's the girls shopping. RUN IN FEAR.]

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"A quickie?" Dōjima smirked at Reno before leaning over to brush a chaste little kiss on the other girl's hair. "No way. He'll just have to wait."

"You're gonna keep the door open, right?"

Reno was not gape-mouthed.

Much.

"Or at least take pictures. You gotta take pictures, yo."

Rikku shook her head, sadly, standing up straight to shut the door. "We should make moaning noises while we change," she said. "Honestly. Boys."

"We already sent you pictures!" Dōjima sighed, shaking her her finger at him. "Greedy greedy greedy."

"Moaning is a fantastic idea," she announced, slipping back into the dressing room as Rikku shut the door. "Mmmmm...so niiiiice!"

Special. Hell.

How was it that Reno always managed to get stuck on the boring side of the door?

...

"I'm still out here!"

What? It was worth a shot, dammit.

Romeo looked rather breathless when he got back to the store; he hadn't so much registered properly at the hotel as tossed his credit card at the desk clerks and told them to work it out.

He trusted they would.

"What did I miss?" he asked hopefully, leaning against a wall and trying to convince his heart to stop pounding.

It may have been a lost cause.

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"Nothing, aijin!" Dōjima called out sweetly, winking at Rikku as she pulled on her jeans. "Red's just being naughty."

"They were makin' the most amazing sounds," Reno said.

And it was almost a whine, really.

"Teasin' me." A pause, and then he called back through the door. "Just for that, Rikku, I'm buyin' everything you tried on, and I'm makin' you model it for me in person!"

What? It could be a punishment. Totally.

And that was why he was making his way toward the lady at the till again.

"La credit card?"

"You promise?" Rikku giggled. "He's kinda bad at this whole punishment thing, isn't he?"

The shop girl gave Reno a bored look, one that became more bleak at his pitifully failed attempt at French.

//Excuse me, sir, but I have no idea what you are trying to communicate in the slightest,// she said sharply.

She spoke passable English, but the Americans were loud and boring and the blonde girls were making noises in the dressing room again, so today, she didn't speak English. Deal with it.

If Dōjima knew she was being thought of as an American, she'd be rather vexed.

"That's 'cause he was enjoying it," she said glibly, sorting through her piles. "He's trying to encourage us, you know. It's reverse psycho-ology. He's hoping that if we think he's going to buy you things, we'll make more noises. He gets imaginary porn, you get shiny, and everyone wins."

Reno was just going to wave the credit card around some more and gesture wildly at the piles of lingerie the girls left behind.

Maybe she'd understand his obnoxious yet not-at-all-American English then?

"Come on. I just wanna buy all that! Do I gotta play charades? We don't even got French on Gaia."

This was bound to become epic if there wasn't some sort of intervention soon.

The salesclerk was examining her manicure to show how bored she was by all of this. Of course the Americans would claim not to have French in whatever godforsaken corner of their continent Gaia was.

Romeo, meanwhile, had been hanging back in hopes Reno would handle it, especially as he didn't know the French for credit card either, those not being known in 1898.

Finally, he snapped to attention. //Excuse me, miss,// he began, //My friend wishes to pay for these lovely goods. Would you do us the favor of ringing us up?//

He just had to hope that would work.

The salesclerk was examining her manicure to show how bored she was by all of this. Of course the Americans would claim not to have French in whatever godforsaken corner of their continent Gaia was.

Romeo, meanwhile, had been hanging back in hopes Reno would handle it, especially as he didn't know the French for credit card either, those not being known in 1898.

Finally, he snapped to attention. //Excuse me, miss,// he began, //My friend wishes to pay for these lovely goods. Would you do us the favor of ringing us up?//

He just had to hope that would work.

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